<?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-20140379</id><updated>2011-06-16T12:16:22.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N i n a i v u g a l</title><subtitle type='html'>Manathil varum alaigal ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-9181294382469551846</id><published>2008-12-29T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:01:11.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou "Friendship"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This has been lying in my drafts for a long long time.....and am posting it today...12/29/2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right through our life..we come across so many people in life...we meet... ..we speak ...we hang out with them .......but only a few hit your frequency and get along really really well...and they are called "Friends" ...... and when you get a touch emotionally close...they become your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Close Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say:&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for life!!&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is forever!!&lt;br /&gt;Friends are priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is above everything!!&lt;br /&gt;etc...etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All this is fine...but in reality do you really think friends and friendship is gonna be there for ever? You can keep in touch through phone, mails etc....you can even tell that your friends are always there in your heart n mind.... but u can't express this out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The society....the constant changes in life...work pressure...wouldn't allow you to do so...... as time flies by people do slowly forget about this...and get on with their respective life.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it makes me feel if itz really worth the pain we go through when we miss someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wat do u say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is friendship really worth the pain we go through when we miss someone knowing that they have just carried on with their lives??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you be going the same way??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i thought abt this more...i realized that itz worth more than the pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes....Some day ! Some time !....Some actions would remind you of your closed ones...and it does bring a faint little smile in your hearts.....a inner vibe that takes you through all the wonderful cherishable moments you spent with your close friends in a split second.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship after all does live through all the difficulties ........deep inside you it exists!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is right there till the end!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is dedicated to all my dear and good friends who came across the various phases of my life.....I thank almighty for giving me such loveable ones....and God Bless them all !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your Friend :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-9181294382469551846?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9181294382469551846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=9181294382469551846&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/9181294382469551846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/9181294382469551846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-art-thou-friendship.html' title='Where art thou &quot;Friendship&quot;?'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-8113190448557227269</id><published>2008-01-08T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:29:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Crush ! (Re-Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/cute_little_girl_pink_hat_masked.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/320/cute_little_girl_pink_hat_masked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/angelgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;There was this little boy whoz a bit shy and conservative....doesn't talk to girls in his class much and thinks that's a kinda not a "Good Boy" thing!&lt;br /&gt;He sees his classmates chattin with the girlies ...and starts advicin them.....It was the farewell day in school and hez gonna join 6th in another school...a only boyz school!&lt;br /&gt;Hez getting a weird "missin" feelin..well he misses all in his class.... boy n girl!!&lt;br /&gt;A new feelin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday now and his aunt takes him on a vacation to a place full of flowers and garden...&lt;br /&gt;Therez this little cute girl of his aunt's friend who greets our boy with a beatiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time he shakes his hand with a girl...says Hello...his lil heart pounding a bit...dunno y!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day goes by and well...both these cute little kids start to spend time together....they talk abt school...toys...comics...etc...Our boy starts likin this company...and time flew like n e thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was day 5 and he has to leave tonight....That evening..with the sun's blazin down the hill with a purple sky line, a gentle breeze with the smell of flowers...butterflies flyin around...birds chirping.....these 2 little close friends ..Yes they are really close now.........dressed up really nice n cute went out for a walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were walkin...the girl holds his gentle soft hand .&lt;br /&gt;The boy a bit reluctant first then clung on to her lil hands....and gave a gentle smile...they walk..talk...and they really liked each other...she doesn't want him to go......and these pure hearts start dreaming of being together..going to school together....studyin ....playin...together.....&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Ones...It's time we gotta go now" .....there came his aunt and her friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little hearts of these two innocent beauties couldn't handle.....the emotional quotient..and ....before they could realize tears rolled down their cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off went the boy...with a heavy heart....missing the first girl in his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S - This is a re-post folks...just like that posted it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-8113190448557227269?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8113190448557227269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=8113190448557227269&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/8113190448557227269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/8113190448557227269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-crush-re-post.html' title='First Crush ! (Re-Post)'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-5306505714987734159</id><published>2007-12-03T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:43:21.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillunu oru Coffee :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itz one of those perfect evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds hovered above me covering the thinnest ray of light that tried to pierce its way out to the earth .....Birds went chirpin n flyin around me with a sense of urgency......In a way i envied those tiny creatures a lot....they happily fly without a care....always in groups...with none feelin lonely or missed.... they stay together....with the vast space at their disposal....they seemed to live every moment of their lives ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle cool breeze graced me bringing along the unique smell of earth.... boy..i luv it sooooo muchhh....our mother earth does remind us that earthz still has that sweetness left in it inspite of all the dirt shed by the ignorant sapiens.... I took a deeep longg breath.....and felt the earthly love all over me... I luvd it so mucchhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny drop of rain..... with the mighty force of gravity n acceleration....hit hard on my head....i looked above to see more of those tiny missiles....attackin me..... i allowed them to land on my face happily..... a sense of happiness filled me....i felt light... refreshin.....i stood there with my arms wide open ......getting myself drenched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thambi...mazhai kottuthu....ulla vaa paa.." nair....from the nearby T-shop was shouting at me....I smiled...and went....in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nair....soooda oru T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enne Thambi ithu velaiyaatu.....chinna pulla maathri....sari eppo pola special T thaaane..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Athethaan...Bajji soooda irukaa nair.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelt cofeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir....Herez your tall... low fat...no whip....extra hot...cinnamon less....mocha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh...."Thank you ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to realize...that i'm sittin in caribou...one of the famous american coffee shops...up north....with my laptop on the desk.....It was raining outside! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I have a peanut-butter cookie plzzz...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139868366020136418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/R1R7C_TlzeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EGvpctbb1PE/s200/cofe.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-5306505714987734159?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5306505714987734159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=5306505714987734159&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/5306505714987734159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/5306505714987734159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2007/12/jillunu-oru-t.html' title='Jillunu oru Coffee :)'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/R1R7C_TlzeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EGvpctbb1PE/s72-c/cofe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-394021993554467296</id><published>2007-11-01T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:19:50.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, Love n more . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I would be the happiest person in the world seeing you get married d"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These words were reverberating in his mind, as he saw the nuptial knot getting tied on her. A pearl of tear went down his cheek not knowing the reason y itz out now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Neither did he! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm supposed to be the happiest person in the world&lt;/em&gt;" he thought. He tried to be, but couldn't. For a few moments he felt that he was the single person living in the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;For the first time in his life, he could feel the meaning of the word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lonely&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;He missed her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dei, one day i would get married and god only knows where will i be. Appo nee yaar kite poi ithellam solluva&lt;/em&gt;" she quizzed him ...as he was throwing his heart out to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His entire life now seemed to fill with sorrow n dejection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His love....left him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He replied back quickly...staring at her, "&lt;em&gt;What difference does it gonna make d...itz simple..i would call u right away when i need u....well nee apo pesa maatiya enne?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Words refused to come out of her. she didn't have any clue on how her lifez gonna be and what life's reality has in store for her. She didn't want to say anything....she knew that she would miss him the most. She had lost count of the days she cried thinking abt the time in life when she would miss him for sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All these thoughts in a way helped her be prepared to handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sari...what happened to your girl...? naa vena pesatuma? enne aachu..y this sudden decision.&lt;/em&gt;" before he could sense that she deliberately changed the topic......his mind swung to the other side of his life...."&lt;em&gt;His Girl&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She wanted to do masters abroad....naa vena nu sonne...ava kekala...she decided....ipo kelambra....moreover....konja naala ve...v weren't getting along well d...unaku theriyum la...sonnen la...and lots a small small arguments...romba perusa aayidichi..and she decided to take a break.... thats it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But promise me that you wont talk to her on this...its her decision and i dont wan't any one to talk abt this to her..&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;mmm...dont wry da...everything wud be fine.... if u feel that i should talk to her sometime...tell me okie...&lt;/em&gt;" she didn't know how to patch them up. Things have gone a bit too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I&lt;em&gt; should hav done something.....how did I not c this coming....?&lt;/em&gt;" she cursed herself not knowing that she was the core reason and little she knew that they already broke up on their commited relationship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;See da...I dont like you speaking like that to her. You guys might be the best of buddies right from childhood but, I simply don't like it now!&lt;/em&gt;" he gave a ironic smile.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Intha possesiveness thaan d un kite enaku pudichathe.&lt;/em&gt;" he told as he playfully dabbed her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm serious da....i cannot take this anymore...Yes I was the one who told u that i'm proud of you both...and i value your relationship...but i don't know....ipo i couldn't take it...ennala mudile&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"H&lt;em&gt;ey come on d....did any one say anything abt me or us? Ppl always percieve things d. They fit the relationships into their own mould....U know abt me and her...thatz all it matters&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you Yes! but, for me i have no one but you...i love u so much....and i want you to be with me always....i dont want ur time to be shared between me n her&lt;/em&gt;" she pleaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;e was taken aback...he didn't expect this from her...he didn't get a hint that she is feeling insecure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always thought that he has got some one who understood not only him but also his friends and importantly the relationship he holds with them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;hey darl....cool da...dont feel bad...c ...i'm like this....you know very well how i value friendship...and s i do share a emotional friendship with her and i cannot change myself....even if i try d...you know abt us...dont u?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;well nee maara maataa...i expected this from u....me decided to take up masters...and i'm leaving in 2 weeks...i'm sorry da.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;He was shocked....he was praying that this should be a dream....he refused to believe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She left the place....thinking abt the nights she spent crying n feeling hurted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She couldn't control her emotions, the thot the he is so close with her killed her to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She couldn't bear it anymore......she couldn't believe herself that she is acting like this.... 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should he have sacrificed, what he thought was an eternal friendship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should she have accepted this, fighting all the emotional aspects of a normal "girl"?&lt;/strong&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/20140379-394021993554467296?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/394021993554467296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=394021993554467296&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/394021993554467296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/394021993554467296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2007/11/friendship-love-n-more.html' title='Friendship, Love n more . . .'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-550267472990936029</id><published>2007-10-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:52:38.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sammy.. don't let mom get even an hint abt this...Keep this with yourself" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny hooked the phone, as the tears tried to push its way out of his eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He succeeded in keeping the tears out...but couldn't get rid of the heaviness he felt in his heart... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thought of how his mom would feel if she came to know about what happened to him...choked him to the core.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sam.... whoz on the phone dear?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My frend mom...." he lied...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hated lying to his mom...he knew that one day he would tell the truth to his mom ...he cant keep it for long...the guilt would kill him...even it is a petty lie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was dinner time, and this is when sam and his mom used to have long chats about the things that happend during the day..... sam wanted to quickly finish and get back to bed... he was afraid that he might tell the news about danny to his mom.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So how was your day sam...." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh..it went good mom...had a bit of rough time @ work...but was ok...and haan...i met prithiv...in office ....was surprised to c him @ my office....he joined last week it seems....." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh thatz nice.... u got good company....now " his mom smiled...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"S mom.....felt nice to c him there...u remember..he was struggling to get a job a few years back...and you kept on praying for him.... he still remembers that ....he wanted to come and meet you mom..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"well....its god's grace sam.... " her face drooped as she told this and soon she was lost in thoughts....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mom? are you okay? " ....before he could get an answer from her...tears came rolling down....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What happend mom....? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sam...i spoke with....danny's friend rajiv....today..he has come here on vacation.....danny's lost his job again sam.... he got fired from his office for no mistake of his.... it hurts a lot to see him struggle this much in life.... " she controlled her tone....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"well...yes itz all god's will and we got to accept that everything that happens has some good thing in it...." ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she comforted herself by these words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam was stunned to know that his mom already knew the news....danny has been finding difficult to get settled in life...he has been shifting over half a dozens concerns in the past 16 months.... nothing has worked well for him.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time when he called up home...he would sound very happy n he wanted to keep his mom happy at all times....he never told or complained abt the struggles, bad things that happened to him... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam knows them all....Sam was more than a brother...he was his closet companion ....he was the one with whom he shared everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny's words were ringing in sammy's ears.....sam didn't know whether he should tell his mom that he knew it already....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sammy dear.. don't ask danny about this or let him get even an hint that i know this...Keep this with yourself ...he can't digest the fact that i know...i dont want to add on to my child's struggles there in the alien land..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With tears... he nodded, "Sure...mom!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-550267472990936029?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/550267472990936029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=550267472990936029&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/550267472990936029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/550267472990936029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts . . .'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-5293701138503822420</id><published>2007-04-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T03:24:33.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;She was lying there ... wrinkles on her face didn't deter her beauty...he stood motionless...his eyes were locked on her....her face was shining like never before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Months Back ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her hand firmly...those hands were shakin... they both exchanged diamond rings for the second time in their life...There was no one in the crowd who didn't envy this wonderful couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was their golden anniversary... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to retire for the day, they held their hands together, thanked the almighty. He placed his old palms on her wrinkly cheeks... kissed her right on her forehead... gently! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night Sweet Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 Years Back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 AM , her phone rang... she was shellshocked on hearing the news...He met with an accident...she rushed to the hospital... minutes were moving like leap years...she choked to the core...not a soul on earth could console her...12 hours passed...she was sitting on his side...holding his hand...his whole body not movin an inch.... she felt a sudden vibe...he jerked a bit...his heavy eyelids...not allowing to see her eyes... yet she could read his eyes...she Knew...&lt;br /&gt;she bent and placed her forehead on his lips.... A smile which only she cud see n feel eloped him....that conveyed lotss...his heart echoed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Night Sweet Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;48 Years Back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't see her cry in pain....he felt more pain in his heart.... he couldn't control.....he turned to look through the window..tears rolling down his cheeks.. The moon was shining down gracefully....  He was cursing God. &lt;br /&gt;She gave one long cry...which made an angel cry....she gave birth to a beautiful...baby girl.... He took his little angel...and showed it to her.... she looked, smiled and slept off.. He placed his little angel on the cradle and with tears still rolling down, he kissed her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night Sweet Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 Years back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first night for them... his angel came in...she looked divine....he gently held her hand ..her beautiful eyes...gleaming ...Together...they took the sarced vows once again... they were one.... he held her tender cheeks on his hands... she closed her eyes as he bent .... He placed a gentle, firm kiss on her forehead, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuring the love, support, trust - foundation of a life, together n always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She felt it..He whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Night Sweet Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was lying there ... wrinkles on her face didn't deter her beauty...he stood motionless...his eyes were locked on her....her face was shining like never before...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knelt down... bent...and kissed her on her forehead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That wasn't the last, It was Eternal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nailed the coffin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Night Sweet Heart&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Cried Aloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-5293701138503822420?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5293701138503822420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=5293701138503822420&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/5293701138503822420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/5293701138503822420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2007/04/eternal-kiss.html' title='Eternal Kiss'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-499167310403764996</id><published>2006-12-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:35:55.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/RYYak-Sd4II/AAAAAAAAAAY/PZNPZpznatw/s1600-h/FriendLove.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009720857994322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/RYYak-Sd4II/AAAAAAAAAAY/PZNPZpznatw/s400/FriendLove.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got this as a forward .. Good 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conveys a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-499167310403764996?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/499167310403764996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=499167310403764996&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/499167310403764996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/499167310403764996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendship-and-love.html' title='Friendship and Love'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/RYYak-Sd4II/AAAAAAAAAAY/PZNPZpznatw/s72-c/FriendLove.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-115945989057782708</id><published>2006-09-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:13:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . moments . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clock struck 5PM ... she was fretful.... she couldn't wait to see him.... smiling within herself n beaming with boundless joy..... she went into the dressing room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful angel clad in a simple half white saree with purple floral arrangements ... her gleaming open hair brushin her shoulders....was smiling at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked once again into the mirror...smiled again...Blush written all over her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked dangerously beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was her first b'day after she got locked with her beloved hubby.... 5 months have passed after their wedding and every now n then he used to give her pleasant surprises....&lt;br /&gt;He didn't show a sign of knowing her b'day and didn't even wish her till now.... yet she was glittering with happiness and eagerly awaiting the surprise thatz in store for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rang.... it was like a symphony for her.... she swirled around... her hair flyin over her face..rushed towards the cordless phone... "sollu da enge iruka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oyi enne d phone edutha hello nu sollanum ille yaaru pesrathunnu kekanum...ulagathula un aaalu mattum thaan unaku ph pannuvaaana? "&lt;br /&gt;"adi chi...neeya di...sollu ...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mmm..4 varusham friend a pazhagitean....sari b'day wish pannalaam na...chi ya...?"&lt;br /&gt;"romba pesatha d....sari sari wish pannu seekram.... en purushan call pannuvaan"&lt;br /&gt;"mmm....happy b'day d... onnu solta.... so glad n happy for u d..itz so good to c u so happy after all the hardships through ur life...God Bless U d"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phone hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts went back 12 months.... she was betrayed, dejected....alone...nothing interesting for her in life... until she met him... Her moments with him seemed to give her some feelin which she never felt before.... she proposed....parent's agreed....she held his hand...firmly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone jarred on her ears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh ... figure...enne d panra..?"&lt;br /&gt;her eyes brightened.... her face changed faster than light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"un call ku thaan waitin..... eppo da varuve"&lt;br /&gt;"sweetie....off la important client meeting da...so inniki 10 mani thaan...neee saptu thoongu...naan saptu thaan varuven" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"poda .... ..."&lt;br /&gt;"plz pls pls...sari taknu oru umma kode..meeting ponom..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"onnnum kidaiyathu po..."&lt;br /&gt;"okie pondatti madam...naaan apeet.... itz gettin late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't control her dissapointment....tears rolled off her tender cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;"did he really forget?" she couldn't believe it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejected.... she cuddled into the couch like a child....&lt;br /&gt;her eyelids came down as it couldn't control the heaviness ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 minutes passed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was jerked by a sudden vibe ..opened her eyes to c the beautiful colors of roses....the bunch of flowers slowly moved to show the face of her beloved.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happy B'day honey" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/320/TwoHearts.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stretched her arms lying on the couch.... smiling........beatifully.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He reached her and held her tightly.. givin himself as her b'day present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-115945989057782708?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115945989057782708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=115945989057782708&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115945989057782708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115945989057782708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/09/moments.html' title='. . . moments . . .'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-115618542255932841</id><published>2006-08-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:21:38.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Prevails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don’t go your way….&lt;br /&gt;A heavy heart pounds you…&lt;br /&gt;People Ignore, neglect &amp; want you to repent….&lt;br /&gt;A confused mind tangles you…&lt;br /&gt;There is no more room for patience…&lt;br /&gt;You start thinking about Fate …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel Blindfolded …&lt;br /&gt;After walking thro the thorn &amp;amp; pain, eyes are opened wishing a dream to come true….&lt;br /&gt;Only to see darkness.... It's dark everywhere ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;there shimmers a light of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hope…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Hope”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- lighted by the Craziest yet divine and wonderful thing in the World called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Love”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The world yet again witnesses “Love” winning Again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/DiaRing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/200/DiaRing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats My dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of everything in this world &amp; more!&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed, Wonderful and Loveable Journey Together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is dedicated to two of my dear friends who got engaged last sunday after a strong commitment of love for more than 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Let the Almighty lead them in a Wonderful, Happy &amp;amp; Blessed Way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-115618542255932841?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115618542255932841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=115618542255932841&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115618542255932841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115618542255932841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-prevails.html' title='Love Prevails'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-115466198385732565</id><published>2006-08-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:56:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a Click - * Updated *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone in the crowd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Spring"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/DSC01799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/320/DSC01799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well Folks.. This pic was taken in our own kutralam.. this june... what a scenic place that was ! One thing that striked me lookin at this pic is that..it resembles a person with so many around him/her .... alone, void and stripped... and waiting for his/her beloved to give life to his/her lifeless soul.... hence the above lines..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm back to bloggin after a short gap of 5 months...ethaachum urupadiya ezhuthe try panren...keep comin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*dakaltiz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-115466198385732565?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115466198385732565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=115466198385732565&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115466198385732565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/115466198385732565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-with-click-updated.html' title='Back with a Click - * Updated *'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-114260617148089782</id><published>2006-03-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:28:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>It was a saturday, clock showed 3AM. The whole world would be dreaming and sleepin peacefully after week long hard work ... I didn't get any sleep..yet I was dreaming...dreaming abt me hitting a cover boundary... I was so eager and excited...and a bit nervous too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before... I was there along with a bunch of seniors in the school grounds listening to the coach....I couldn't attend the under 16 team selection coz i didn't join coaching then.... since I had to take a 50 mins train journey to my home back and the trains get crowded at peak hours, my parents didn't want me to stay late...unfortunately coaching happens only after school hours...but somehow I managed to get permission and joined the coaching class only to know that the under 16 team has already been selected and registered for the TNCA inter schools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Iam a left handed batsmen..coach looked a bit intrested in me and wanted to c me at the nets..With tall seniors bowling with good pace and bounce, I must admit that I was frightened a bit...but I boosted myself up and took guard to face the pacies...Oh my... First ball got hit on my thigh...was painful ..but didn't show it out...Magana concentrate da apdi solikite next ball, next over..3 overs aadnen...played pretty well..and after 2 hours coach started annoucing the under 19 team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silently praying that i should be in the team...but i thought the seniors would get a chance as they are big n sturdy...well...my goodness...coach loudly called up my name and my joy knew no bounds....It was my dream to play for my school and it was great to get selected in the under 19 team though i was only 15 then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright and sunny saturday morning, I took my kit and after a short prayer by mom..left to the grounds of anna university to play my first match for my school....I was bubbling with enthu and felt really excited... after a sligh warm up... It was toss...we won the toss and elected to bat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly after the 10 th over, I stepped into the field facing the 11 opponents in the field and the batsmen who started coming towards me..Me, with a water bottle, 4 water packets and a towel ran towards the batsmen ...After umpire called "Time" I came back to the pavilion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... yes..I didn't make it to the final eleven ...I carried drinks for the whole tournament. :)&lt;br /&gt;My coach came near me and told "Kanna, this is the final year in school for your seniors da..so that's y i allowed them to play...Dont get dissapointed..u'll be there in the team next year.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a slight smile on my face, I ran again into the ground carrying the drinks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from my childhood, Cricket was my passion and still it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well makkale...Kadum veyyil, mazhai, kaathu la laam cricket veladi irukean....aana snow la mattum veladnathu ille...antha kuraiyum last weekend theernthidichi...we played cricket in Snow!! Summer la "Minnesotan Machaans" nu cricket team form pannalam nu irukom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...apart from cricket my other passion are music(Playing e-organ) and Photography...Chk few of my cliks here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycliks.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://mycliks.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Will try to update them regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-114260617148089782?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/114260617148089782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=114260617148089782&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114260617148089782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114260617148089782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/03/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-114202213954248249</id><published>2006-03-10T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:04:27.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten Years ago&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream school: MCCHSS&lt;br /&gt;Had only one Friend whoz a girl: My dear Sangee akka&lt;br /&gt;Was still recovering from a terrible loss a year ago: My Dad&lt;br /&gt;Was researching a lot on the life's crazy thing: Love&lt;br /&gt;I got my closest companion: My Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;and I guess I would have been sincerely? studying for the 11th std annual exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;In my dream college: MIT,AU&lt;br /&gt;I got placed in the company I wanted to be in (Though it was a coincidence)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my whole final year to the core, Golden days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole bunch of friends who are still close till date&lt;br /&gt;Was going through a bad financial crisis at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last One Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Got my L1 Visa&lt;br /&gt;Missed my dear ones as they went onsite&lt;br /&gt;Romba responsible person na aayiten nu nenaikren&lt;br /&gt;(Had(having) another golden period in my life with My family at US, the Nestof8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I started writing this tag&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty bad day at office&lt;br /&gt;Felt a bit sad missing one of our dear dude who went back to india&lt;br /&gt;Talked to 2 of my closest friends, raji n anu over phone&lt;br /&gt;Cooked potato, capsicum curry which my dear friends managed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Yummy Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mom's Fish Curry (Ofcourse I like everythin my mom makes..but this one is spl. I love it)&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Ice cream with Hot Chocolate Fudge&lt;br /&gt;Bai Kadai Chicken Briyani&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Eveything logic, drl n meez of nestof8 make... They are yummy..!&lt;br /&gt;One more pls...Diary Milk Choc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Songs I know by Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Few Gospel ones.&lt;br /&gt;I hear a lot of songs, play them on the board but I don't know any song by heart..&lt;br /&gt;Yet I will manage to sing the whole song with my own lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a music freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Places I escape to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Mom's lap&lt;br /&gt;My Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;My Music Player&lt;br /&gt;My Bike&lt;br /&gt;Mottai Maadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Things I'd do if I have money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well I do have money now too.. I believe in leading a contented life..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll do the same things in a bigger way if i get more money..&lt;br /&gt;Help the people in need, sick.&lt;br /&gt;Therilanga ...no great plans..on how to spend it..&lt;br /&gt;juzz b happy and make others happy with what we have... that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Person I Tag&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope! I ain't tagging n e 1 folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Appaada...intha mathiri homewrk laam panrathu kashtama irukuthu ba.. After I write off Kuttichuvaru's Tag .. I'll become a No Tag blogger!! :) .......well....mmmm..become ile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henceforth I'm a "No Tag" blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-114202213954248249?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/114202213954248249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=114202213954248249&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114202213954248249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114202213954248249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-114076708968140445</id><published>2006-02-23T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:04:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outright It is!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Folks...Yep Itz another parallel to &lt;a href="http://lateralplane.blogspot.com"&gt;Logic's &lt;/a&gt;Outright Kiss ..I mean Logic's Post&lt;br /&gt;U might need to check these b4 goin further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://lateralplane.blogspot.com/2006/02/outright-kiss.html"&gt;Logic's&lt;/a&gt; followed by &lt;a href="http://sanmad.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-outright-kiss.html"&gt;kirukkal's&lt;/a&gt;followed by &lt;a href="http://ramsnm.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-outright-kiss.html"&gt;Ramesh's&lt;/a&gt; follwed by mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 years back... At Chennai airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't see my dear ..I know I'll break out if I c her ....&lt;br /&gt;How I'm goin to be there without her for 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss u every micro second da chels... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh controlled himself and let out all his acting skills to make sure he looked happy that he was goin onsite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh had no other option..he had to go for his family...he had to stay there for 2 years just for the money...he had to help his sister get through the deadly disease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavya loooked lost..she missed him terribly...She was not able to control her tears...It was a deeep pain.. Everthing around her looked Empty... Ramesh was her everything...&lt;br /&gt;"How am I going to Handle this" she thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vijay...coffee??" ..Ramesh's nodded his head a bit ...Vijay understood.."Kavy ..u stay here..we'll be back in a minute "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me da ...enne feelings ah? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh Broke out fell on vijay's shoulders..he cudn't handle it any more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vijay ...You know abt kavya a lot..take care of her da machi...Shez gonna miss me a lot... Keep me posted abt her da....Itz gonna be like hell without her da .."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears didn't cease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ramesh come on man ..cheer up...You got to be strong now..da..remember it is important that u r goin onsite now.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kavya wud understand... I'll take care da...I know how to keep her happy... don't wry..she'll be fine da... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present day...&lt;br /&gt;"we'll be landing in another 10 minutes" pilot's voice woke him up... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh look through the window, saw the beautiful chennai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning 1 AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh couldn't wait...."What wud I do on cing her? " ...&lt;br /&gt;"How she wud react?? " ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to Hug here and drench her with sweet kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh as he came out ... could only c kavya in front of him and none of the other hundreds standing in the airport ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could react, Kavya throwed her arms around him..gave a long KISS right on his Lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh's heart stopped for a moment...He hugged her tightly and could c Vijay standin at a distance ................smilin at him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh's eyes thanked vijay ...without whom kavya wud have been terribly down these 2 years.. It was Vijay who shared her sadness, joy, who was with her in person to console comfort her...............&lt;br /&gt;Kept her strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijay smiled &amp;amp; Winked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-114076708968140445?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/114076708968140445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=114076708968140445&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114076708968140445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114076708968140445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/02/outright-it-is.html' title='Outright It is!!!'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-114020411319245278</id><published>2006-02-17T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:14:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baa Baa Black Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaa Vaa Karuppaadu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khonee Paiyyu Keethaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keethu Keethu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonu Payyu Keedhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onnum Namma Annachi ku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onnum Namma Thangachiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onnum Namma Machaanukku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atho Ange Keraan Paaaru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Da Nakku Danakku Nakku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Da Nakku Danakku Nakku !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Da Nakku Danakku Nakku&lt;br /&gt;Dan Da Nakku Darrrrrr Nakku !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The credit for this Beautiful Local Tamil translate...goes to one of my college friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itha Padikratha vida Paadi Paartha tha nalla irukkum!&lt;br /&gt;inna ready ya?? 1 2 3 4 ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-114020411319245278?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/114020411319245278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=114020411319245278&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114020411319245278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/114020411319245278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/02/baa-baa-black-sheep.html' title='Baa Baa Black Sheep'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113989080759755675</id><published>2006-02-13T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:25:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every one's life is hit by the eternal thing called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm no exception to this. It made me enjoi every moment of my life though there are problems everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well friends what better day could I choose to disclose my Love to the world.... Feb 14 th 2006 it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day for/of Love !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well It all started very early in my Life......&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that i wud change this much after starting to love that person !&lt;br /&gt;Never ever thought that it wud increase my Self -esteem and self-Confidence !&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that it wud bring out the Hidden Talents in me !&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that it wud bring the best out of me !&lt;br /&gt;but it all happened.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It helped me to be content in life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It helped to take everything positive in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It helped me to stand tall during days of utter grief.....&lt;br /&gt;YES!! It helped me to improve in all walks of Life !&lt;br /&gt;All becoz of 1 thing called .." LOVE"" that i had with that Person!!&lt;br /&gt;and the Person i Love the Most ,Who Changed my Entire Life is none&lt;br /&gt;other than ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;" Me "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Love UrSelf !!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day World!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Folks....I'm not trying to fool u or give a twist in this post...This is my thought abt life...You got to love yourself first...then automatically u'll start lovin others...and be loved in return......Let your days be fulfillled with joy and Love hence forth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinakar:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;P:S: I sent a small mail on the same lines 3 years back on the same day. I thank&lt;a href="http://nannublog.blogspot.com" target = _blank&gt; nannu &lt;/a&gt;f&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;or saving that mail which helped me post this today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113989080759755675?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113989080759755675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113989080759755675&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113989080759755675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113989080759755675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-love.html' title='My Love :)'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113929184031868003</id><published>2006-02-06T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:58:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You'll become MINE??</title><content type='html'>When you'll become mine??&lt;br /&gt;Days are just passin by ......&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin about u...&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreamin about u...&lt;br /&gt;When would that day come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still yearnin n cravin for u...&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you...feel u...make u sleep on my lap...and feel the gentle warmth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a day that passeth without thinkin abt u...&lt;br /&gt;u r near but yet so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having you close to me ...makes me go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;I feel great thinkin of your company....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gonna make you my own?&lt;br /&gt;When my dream is gonna come true?...&lt;br /&gt;When r u going to become mine? .....&lt;br /&gt;waitin for the day ......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitin for the day...... to get a good deal to catch hold of u...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My would be"Laptop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{}Dins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113929184031868003?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113929184031868003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113929184031868003&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113929184031868003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113929184031868003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-youll-become-mine.html' title='When You&apos;ll become MINE??'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113900886261293022</id><published>2006-02-03T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:22:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Changes in life is the one that keep this life intresting and gets us going! .....So I thought Y don't I change my Blog's look n Feel a bit!&lt;br /&gt;U c it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is the one that never changes !!&lt;br /&gt;(Summa oru punch line venum la) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: Working on some stuff.. will shoot em soon!&lt;br /&gt;Title of my next post : -&gt; "When U'll become Mine??"&lt;br /&gt;Any Guesses ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113900886261293022?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113900886261293022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113900886261293022&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113900886261293022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113900886261293022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113835184965951310</id><published>2006-01-26T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:00:48.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Crush!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/cute_little_girl_pink_hat_masked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/320/cute_little_girl_pink_hat_masked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5342/2007/1600/angelgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this young boy whoz a bit shy and conservative....doesn't talk to girls in his class much and thinks that's a kinda not a "Good Boy" thing! ..&lt;br /&gt;Sees his classmates chattin with the girlies ...and starts advicin them...&lt;br /&gt;Final day in school hez gonna join 6th in another school...a only boyz school!&lt;br /&gt;Hez getting a weird "missin" feelin..well he misses all in his class.... boy n girl!!&lt;br /&gt;A new feelin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday now and his aunt takes him to a place full of flowers and garden...&lt;br /&gt;Therez this little cute girl of his aunt's friend and first time he shakes his hand with a girl...says Hello...His lil heart pounding a bit...dunno y!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day goes by and well...both these cute little kids start to spend time together....they talk abt school...toys...comics...etc...Our boy starts likin this company...and time flew like n e thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was day 5 and he has to leave tonight....That evening..with the sun's blazin down the hill with a purple sky line, a gentle breeze with the smell of flowers...butterflies flyin around...birds chirping.....these 2 little close friends ..Yes they are really close now.........dressed up really nice n cute went out for a walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were walkin...the girl holds this guys hand...the boy a bit reluctant first then clung on to her lil hands....and gave a gentle smile...they walk..talk...and they really liked each other...she doesn't want him to go......and these pure hearts start dreaming of being together..going to school together....studyin ....playin...together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Ones...It's time we gotta go now" .....there came his aunt and her friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little hearts of these two innocent beauties couldn't handle.....the emotional quotient..and ....before they could realize tears rolled down their cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off went the boy...with a heavy heart....missing the first girl in his life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113835184965951310?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113835184965951310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113835184965951310&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113835184965951310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113835184965951310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-crush.html' title='First Crush!!'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113779296183794266</id><published>2006-01-20T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:36:01.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family in US</title><content type='html'>Well..it was one of those drainy days at office and well.....was walkin in the numbing chillness ..my weather gears not withstanding... Went and opened the door with tiredness written allover me.....&lt;br /&gt;Just when I opened the dooor....I just don't know where my tiredness went...My whole body became energetic after smelling the aroma of hot molaga bajji.....&lt;br /&gt;My dear buddy was there....fryin Hot molagaa bajjisss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..........It was just perfect on that cold and drainy day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too with Pudhina chutney....Molaga bajji with pudhina chutney...just think folks...&lt;br /&gt;Well while I was havin...it..there comes another buddy from my next apartment...with Hot masala T.......... What more u can expect in US ?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scene everyday here in my life at US...Folks its very rare to get good roomies when u stay abroad..and u know wat......we gang of 7 are from the same college, same batch, same company, same client and we share adjacent apartments...everything happened like a dream and we are livin here as a great family....It's indeeed a great thing...and I thank god for givin me such a lovely gang and time here at US.... just thot that i would share this with fellow bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;definitely one of the golden times in life for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113779296183794266?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113779296183794266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113779296183794266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113779296183794266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113779296183794266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-family-in-us.html' title='My Family in US'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113597291472022509</id><published>2005-12-30T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:02:22.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missin....?</title><content type='html'>ezhunthuru ma ...mani 8 aachu....office ponum la....&lt;br /&gt;amma ...mmm..innum 5 mins..ma&lt;br /&gt;Meeting etho irukunnu sonniye da.....&lt;br /&gt;innum konja neram ma...&lt;br /&gt;Coffee soooda potrukean....da..arida poguthu...&lt;br /&gt;coffee ya.... ogay...mugam wash pantu varen.... (tak unnu ezhunthean)&lt;br /&gt;Kalila thoonkathirenthu ezhunthu...Soodaana coffee kudikrathu iruke....athuvum amma kaiyaala... chance se ille ba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper enge ma...&lt;br /&gt;intha da....seekram kelambu....time aachu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna da innum paper laiye thaan irukiya....&lt;br /&gt;Sudu thanni ulavi vechrikean ...poi kulichitu vaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Somberiya Ezhuthu poi kulichitu vanthean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thalaiya nall thoda da... Dosa ready ya iruku...vanthu saapdu...&lt;br /&gt;Amma verkalla chutni irukaa?&lt;br /&gt;ille da...inniki sambar thaan....saturday veetle irupala appo seyren....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm ma ..konjam antha blue shirt a iron pannreengala...&lt;br /&gt;Athellam panniyaachu...modalle saapdu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooda moru moru nu rendy dosai sambar la mukki adichitu vantha....Blue shirt summa stiff a press panni hanger la irunthuthu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyo meeting ku late aayidum pola ma....vandi key engamma....&lt;br /&gt;Athellam correct time ku poiduva...intha vandi key...methuva porumaiya po.....&lt;br /&gt;sari ma...pray pannuga..kelambren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma kite blessing vaangitu....keezhe erangi poneen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dei ..iruda...intha ID card maranduthe paathiya..potuko da...&lt;br /&gt;venam ma...office kite poi potukren....&lt;br /&gt;Paathu po ma...ponathum phone pannu......sari ma..&lt;br /&gt;anbodu oru bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoorathula Phone adikra satham......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei ezhuthudu da..mani 8 aachu..offshore ph ra .... line la irukaanga.......&lt;br /&gt;Rendu bedsheet oru comforter kulla irunthu....dabakknu...ezhuthiruchen....velile paatha ore snow...ada..veetle thaane irunthom.....mmmm....kanva? ..uff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halo... yaaru....madhavan na...sollu da..Coding mudinjutha? Code check in pannitiya...Oru status mail anupchitu kelambu da ...client meeting 9 maniki irukku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machaaan oru coffee da....&lt;br /&gt;Time aachu da maaps...ipo kelambite irukean ....sari oven la paal vachitu porean.....potuku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thooka kalakathulaiye nadanthu ...rest room poi face wash pannitu vanthu....&lt;br /&gt;avasarama...coofee, sugar laam eduthu....pal la potu oru kalaku kalakrathukkulla.....coffee aridichi..thitumba oven vachi re heat panni coffe kudichitu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru kaaka kuliyala potu...hanger la thongitu irukra...(already pota) shirt eduthu potukitu...gada gada nu shoes maatikitu....rendu cookies saaptu thanni kudichitu.....jerkin maatikitu apartment lock pannitu kelambi rendu floor erangi kezhe ponaa.....appo thaan gynbagam varuthu...&lt;br /&gt;Ada da..ID card marantome da....&lt;br /&gt;Thirumba odu ...ID card eduthuthu...viru viru nu nadanthu.....office kulla pogum pothu&lt;br /&gt;mani..8 55.....&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Frank...... Shall we get started...&lt;br /&gt;Frank:-&gt; whats the Status today?&lt;br /&gt;wel...err...we're almost done....with...the first phase . . .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on ..... wondering when the day of dream would come. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onsite onsite nu adichukrom....anna inge vantha thaan d theriyum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{}Dins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113597291472022509?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113597291472022509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113597291472022509&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113597291472022509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113597291472022509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/2005/12/missin.html' title='missin....?'/><author><name>dakaltiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017507752194554413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aoUXq2on3Vs/Rrj3hBaD8KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zuDGv39GFNE/s200/RoseBud.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20140379.post-113537177392979648</id><published>2005-12-23T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:02:53.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai Salpa Kalika Matter</title><content type='html'>Being born n brought up in the lovely, lively streets of chennai..I had a liking to the local chennai dialect...Herz few of those *?*?#$ words n phrases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Salpa Kalika Matter !&lt;br /&gt;So n So Pappara Mutta  !&lt;br /&gt;Silpaans!&lt;br /&gt;Silangi!&lt;br /&gt;Sing loud Jingle bell Jilod !&lt;br /&gt;Damango !&lt;br /&gt;Dubuks !&lt;br /&gt;Sappi Sali quater Matter!&lt;br /&gt;Jumango!&lt;br /&gt;Usaar Pathini raidu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113537177392979648?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113537177392979648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113537177392979648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the kind of networking it gives you...juz thot y don't i create one and starting writin something...lemme c how far i'm goin with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{}din's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20140379-113536803056313465?l=dakaltiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dakaltiz.blogspot.com/feeds/113536803056313465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20140379&amp;postID=113536803056313465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113536803056313465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20140379/posts/default/113536803056313465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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