<?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-6082633600880429035</id><updated>2012-02-09T12:42:53.269+05:30</updated><category term='dreams'/><category term='hope'/><category term='tsk tsk'/><title type='text'>and I ramble on....</title><subtitle type='html'>We are all nomads seeking something in our respective journeys called life. It is this search that makes life worth living. And it is the little notes I make in my life's journey that make this blog worth reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1482014687095180359</id><published>2012-01-19T13:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:46:03.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To give life another chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something shook up my core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't know what more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprises and&amp;nbsp;tremors&amp;nbsp;are in store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just want to stay safe on shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waiting boat looks comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sturdy strong and very able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep my slight frame safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the storms that might take place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes the boat is not the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though it has fought hard in the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has survived through the storms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not too unlike me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why am I afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to step in the seas again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't drown once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if I do, how can I be sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first voyage taught me to swim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to survive despite despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I still need to learn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to cross the sea without the fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look within a lot these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostly to learn from my mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to tide over this phase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with some amount of confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confidence to step in the sea again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to trust myself to be careful enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the boat which should stay strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to give life another chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1482014687095180359?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1482014687095180359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1482014687095180359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-give-life-another-chance.html' title='To give life another chance'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7113345873974533889</id><published>2012-01-10T10:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:01:12.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yayyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There is no saint without a past and no sinner without a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that thought; I square my shoulders and strengthen my resolve to be free from chains of all doubt and judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a leap of faith into the new leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7113345873974533889?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7113345873974533889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7113345873974533889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2012/01/yayyy.html' title='yayyy'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8877357821330714837</id><published>2011-10-23T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:59:04.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Word game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Words. War.&amp;nbsp;Game.&amp;nbsp;Win. Lose. Him. Lies. Pain. Tears. Dread. Depth. Alone. Pray. Peace. Smile. Joy. Infinite. Universe. Sun. Bright. Shine. Hope. Sing. Dance. Happy. Pray. Thank. God. Friend. Me. Respect. Love. Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8877357821330714837?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8877357821330714837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8877357821330714837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-game.html' title='Word game'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6691657853143610477</id><published>2011-10-06T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:40:19.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think if you do something and it turns out pretty good, then you should go do something else wonderful, not dwell on it for too long. Just figure out what’s next.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't get a chance to do that many things, and everyone should be really excellent. Because this is our life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was worth about over a million dollars when I was twenty-three and over ten million dollars when I was twenty-four, and over a hundred million dollars when I was twenty-five and it wasn't that important because I never did it for the money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the only person I know that's lost a quarter of a billion dollars in one year.... It's very character-building. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."&lt;br /&gt;Salute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6691657853143610477?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6691657853143610477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6691657853143610477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-jobs.html' title='Remembering Jobs'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2682614980392412562</id><published>2011-09-15T14:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:35:09.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the people in my life (since its a new trend and I AM a dilli ki kudi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This open letter is addressed to all the people in my life (from various sects, castes, communities, the institutes I have belonged to, circles as defined by google plus,&amp;nbsp;the organizations which have sustained my learning and bank balance, family,&amp;nbsp;people who belong to none of the above but are still in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of it is not to insult or mock any of you (I am different?), it is in fact to convey a heartfelt thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September the 13th was my birthday, and there was something special about that day (read: full of firsts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I enjoyed mom's halwa more than the cake :) (that's a first)&lt;br /&gt;2. I couldn't speak - literally...my voice box has given up on me :(&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to work in an old full sleeves suit and a shawl (in September) just to keep the office AC from getting to my vocal chords further&lt;br /&gt;4. I was happy in spite of point 2 and point 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank aaaaaaal these people in my life who were responsible for point number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My siblings who in spite of the geographic distance and examination terror went out of their way to make my day special &lt;br /&gt;2. My parents&amp;nbsp;who did all to make me feel more special than everyday&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Awesome friends for life who left office early just to party with me at home&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(sorry I wasn't up to real partying)&lt;br /&gt;4. Those who got me the AMAZING Gucci bag :)(I am a spoilt south Delhi girl) AND&amp;nbsp;those who got me an year's supply of books :) (The fact I like Gucci, doesn't mean I don't have brains lol)&lt;br /&gt;5. Those who sent me flowers from across the&amp;nbsp;city borders and&amp;nbsp;across the country borders :)&amp;nbsp;(white carnations or not :P)&lt;br /&gt;6. The office guys who celebrated my birthday with two cakes and genuine smiles (Thanks to you I don't miss the shoppers stop vouchers given in my previous company with no genuine feeling &amp;amp; with fake smiles)&lt;br /&gt;7. My boss who scolded me for straining and not resting&amp;nbsp; (genuine respect &amp;amp; gratitude for you)&lt;br /&gt;8. The doctor who couldn't really hide his irritation with me for visiting him for the third time in the last month even after he found out it was my birthday. Thanks for that :|&lt;br /&gt;9.The people who called to wish and understood that it was tough for me to talk with no voice &lt;br /&gt;10. The 120 people who wished me on facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Those people who remembered that it was my birthday and wished me dead because I did not eat the butter chicken you forced me to cook and many such things&amp;nbsp;:P the feeling is not mutual though - I just wish you would move on from my thoughts and leave them alone... NOW&lt;br /&gt;12. The people driving on MG road that day&amp;nbsp;who gave my taxi a smooth ride to office and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all...:) I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Forgive the typos if you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2682614980392412562?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2682614980392412562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2682614980392412562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-letter-to-people-in-my-life-since.html' title='An open letter to the people in my life (since its a new trend and I AM a dilli ki kudi)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3914543519100215330</id><published>2011-08-22T00:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:58:48.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No pain no gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;So 7 days in the hospital tied to a bed gives&amp;nbsp;someone a lot of time to think...and take some tough calls. Not really the most exciting time...no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;The 8th day out of the hospital gives&amp;nbsp;you freedom from the glucose drip but leaves&amp;nbsp;you with something more undesirable...pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;Not just ordinary pain&amp;nbsp;- pain that they say might last some time. So what do you do? When you know you gotta deal with it anyway. You come up with&amp;nbsp;a strategy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;You&amp;nbsp;decide to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ignore &lt;/strong&gt;the pain, let it feel ashamed of even existing,&amp;nbsp;make it feel so small and insignificant in front of your amazing appetite for life...that it slithers away&amp;nbsp;to its far away hole, not unlike&amp;nbsp;the cowardly bullies&amp;nbsp;you come across in dozens these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;And then when you stop feeling the pain...you thank the pain. You appreciate&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;it came in your life and added to your persistance and courage. Pain is after all a friend...you realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;And...har ek friend zaroori hota hai :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8a5lcu="113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3914543519100215330?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3914543519100215330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3914543519100215330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No pain no gain'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6040308669677659785</id><published>2011-08-02T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:25:40.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Andheron ki gahrayiyon mein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;ujaale ki raah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Din ki dhoop mein chal kar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;raat ki thandak&amp;nbsp;ki aas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Shahar ke shor mein rehkar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;sannate ki zaroorat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Sannaton mein waqt kaat kar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;akelepan ka ehsas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Manzil badalti&amp;nbsp;thi rehti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;koshishen badhti hi rahti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;bhatakte&amp;nbsp;jo&amp;nbsp;hum idhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;ikminan nahi aata magar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Khwayish&amp;nbsp;jo puri to karte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;par kambakth khushi&amp;nbsp;kahan milti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;khamakha uljhanein thi badti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;Ek nayi raah par chaldiye&amp;nbsp;jo hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;jahan&amp;nbsp;khushi nahi ek&amp;nbsp;manzil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;khwayishon se nahi milti khushi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;har pal hi ab hai khushi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;har khoshish&amp;nbsp;mein bhi khushi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;khwayish bhi ab bas khushi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_eeesum="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6040308669677659785?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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closure_uid_azxv96="106"&gt;ye khamoshi nahi chubhti ab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_azxv96="105"&gt;bas dhokhe ka&amp;nbsp;dard rehta hai&lt;/div&gt;ye dooriyan nahi dikhti ab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_azxv96="118"&gt;bas&amp;nbsp;chupke se dil rota&amp;nbsp;hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apne aap ko samjhate hai hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_azxv96="119"&gt;ki nahi the kisike hum dum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_azxv96="117"&gt;bas ek zakhm ke&amp;nbsp;the marham &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_azxv96="121"&gt;ab zakhm bhara to wajood bhi kam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2497668370474145787?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2497668370474145787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;aakhen kuch thi nam&lt;br /&gt;par aas nai hui kam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoslon mein naya hai dum&lt;br /&gt;ek nayi disha&amp;nbsp;jo&amp;nbsp;dikhti ab&lt;br /&gt;mukaam hi badal gaya jab&lt;br /&gt;purani haar se bhi khush hai hum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-5704846862569205221?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5704846862569205221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5704846862569205221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mukaam.html' title='mukaam'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6541238172319477481</id><published>2011-07-09T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:40:47.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two years well spent</title><content type='html'>Two years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There&amp;nbsp;are 'good people' who I want to be with, and there&amp;nbsp;are 'bad people' who I want to avoid&lt;br /&gt;2. Good planning&amp;nbsp;and hard work is the key to everything. There&amp;nbsp;is an age to settle down, to have kids, to travel the world, to be a grandmom etc etc. A planned life is the good life&lt;br /&gt;3. I am&amp;nbsp;a star&amp;nbsp;- I can do anything I put my mind to&lt;br /&gt;4. My intentions are good, why care about anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some good people make mistakes, and there are some who really know how to disguise the bad. &lt;br /&gt;2. You could plan to the tee and give up everything else to achieve some things, but they would work only if they are meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;3. I am not a star. I am a confident human being&amp;nbsp;with limitations and sometimes failure teaches us the most important lessons.&amp;nbsp;My confidence should be my strength and not a reason for anyone's discomfort&lt;br /&gt;4. It is not what I am, but what I choose to be. It is my choice and not my intention that makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6541238172319477481?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6541238172319477481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6541238172319477481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-years-well-spent.html' title='Two years well spent'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2426537727724541053</id><published>2011-07-05T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:30:47.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How can we thank them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A voice that&amp;nbsp;urges me to the safe shore&lt;br /&gt;when I don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand that holds me when I give up&lt;br /&gt;helps me stand up again to start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that wipes away the memories&lt;br /&gt;and with that the tears they bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile that brightens up my day&lt;br /&gt;when all seems lost and empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise that makes me go on&lt;br /&gt;helps me take charge and be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belief in me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;even in the midst of harsh storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love and such a big heart&lt;br /&gt;how can I&amp;nbsp;thank you Mom&amp;nbsp;and Dad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2426537727724541053?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2426537727724541053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2426537727724541053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-can-we-thank-them.html' title='How can we thank them'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-9032752646943352755</id><published>2011-06-11T23:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:27:27.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/nVxnNNGjubg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVxnNNGjubg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVxnNNGjubg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was hurt and helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying to believe in what you heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the seeds of lifeand the seeds of change were planted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment had arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the waiting had begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And headed straight..into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-9032752646943352755?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9032752646943352755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9032752646943352755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming back to life'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-5400878663979602667</id><published>2011-06-05T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:48:00.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So I guess it was not love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The ones who love you will never leave you because even if there are hundred reasons to give up, they will find one reason to hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-5400878663979602667?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5400878663979602667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5400878663979602667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-i-guess-it-was-not-love.html' title='So I guess it was not love'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8603355747407486334</id><published>2011-05-29T15:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:34:57.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ab peeche kuch nahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Bas aage hi dikhta hai&lt;br /&gt;ab peeche kuch nahi&lt;br /&gt;Itne sapne itni manzilein&lt;br /&gt;bahut kuch paana hai abhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalte chalte socha hi nai&lt;br /&gt;ki khushi apne mein hi hai&lt;br /&gt;khudko dhoonda dusron mein&lt;br /&gt;jo&amp;nbsp;doosre apne the hi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aankhen bhari to kya hua&lt;br /&gt;fir se gir gayi&amp;nbsp;to kya hua&lt;br /&gt;paaya khudko&amp;nbsp;fir se&amp;nbsp;hai&lt;br /&gt;aur ab&amp;nbsp;chaahat khud se hi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhaari need se to jaag gayi&lt;br /&gt;par sapne abhi adhure hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas aage&amp;nbsp;aage hi chalna&amp;nbsp;hai&lt;br /&gt;ab peeche kuch nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8603355747407486334?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8603355747407486334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8603355747407486334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/05/ab-peeche-kuch-nahi.html' title='ab peeche kuch nahi'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7078471883745988588</id><published>2011-05-23T21:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:51:49.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is this era?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" 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href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-is-this-era.html' title='Where is this era?'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2645385258057390037</id><published>2011-05-08T19:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:57:16.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;‘‘Dance like no one is watching.Sing like no one is listening.Love like you've never been hurt and live life like it's heaven on Earth.’’ -Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, life is not perfect. Its wayyy off what I had thought it would be right now. Last two years have been fu***** hard. I fell hard. I learnt&amp;nbsp;hard lessons. But you know what, I am happier now that I would have been if life had gone as planned. Suddenly so many new exciting possibilities, a fresh new confidence,&amp;nbsp;a different way of thinking, greater belief in myself, renewed spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my 'friends', I have a bigger mission, I have bigger dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank with all my heart people who stuck by me...but more than that, I thank all of you who didn't..who left me when it mattered most, who did not have the courage to stand up by me, who lied, who were horrid&amp;nbsp;to me, insulted me and hated my guts...I owe my&amp;nbsp;bliss to you. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2645385258057390037?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2645385258057390037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2645385258057390037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/05/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7079168476254911924</id><published>2011-05-02T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:07:25.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So much to say in my head&lt;br /&gt;I phrase&amp;nbsp;and re-phrase&lt;br /&gt;till it gets just perfect&lt;br /&gt;I gather the courage &lt;br /&gt;to have the conversation&lt;br /&gt;Have to manage this time&lt;br /&gt;with words I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many walls to handle&lt;br /&gt;too much pain to pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need that moment &lt;br /&gt;to say to all&lt;br /&gt;I need your ears &lt;br /&gt;to hear it all&lt;br /&gt;need you to&amp;nbsp;open&amp;nbsp;ur heart&lt;br /&gt;to understand it all&lt;br /&gt;I need you to break&lt;br /&gt;the walls&amp;nbsp;and to&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7079168476254911924?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7079168476254911924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7079168476254911924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8041495397442810046</id><published>2011-04-23T00:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:03:14.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The mystery behind &lt;br /&gt;this curtain of suffering&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;But I know&amp;nbsp;that curtains hide&lt;br /&gt;more than&amp;nbsp;they reveal&lt;br /&gt;So I suffer in silence&lt;br /&gt;reverence&lt;br /&gt;patience&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete belief that&lt;br /&gt;this pain will polish my&lt;br /&gt;courage&lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't let the curtain&lt;br /&gt;engulf my spirit&lt;br /&gt;matter of time before it lifts&lt;br /&gt;darkness will be light&lt;br /&gt;night will be dawn&lt;br /&gt;shine I will again with&lt;br /&gt;healing&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8041495397442810046?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8041495397442810046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8041495397442810046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah!'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2189796701212799431</id><published>2011-04-17T00:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:24:22.354+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There is unknown &amp; then there is Marilyn Monroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is simple, it’s what you leave behind that makes it so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know " &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up becuase if you give up, you'll never find your soul mate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2189796701212799431?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2189796701212799431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2189796701212799431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-is-unknown-then-there-is-marilyn.html' title='There is unknown &amp; then there is Marilyn Monroe'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4168581416029835766</id><published>2011-04-07T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:56:54.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's my mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"'Not taking a decision' is also a form taking the decision of not deciding." remarked a colleague&amp;nbsp;about our respected PM in a discussion on the sheer courage of Anna Hazare and the movement he has started. This statement&amp;nbsp;really struck home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the nation who is supporting this movement through and through, and I feel lucky that I am here &amp;amp; I have the opportunity to do my bit. Though most people will call me a person of a conviction when it comes to social matters, I am realizing the importance of having a clear mission which would add in me the essential ingredient of courage. It is this mission that will make taking tough decisions and sticking to them easier. Wish me luck...I have started on the journey of self discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4168581416029835766?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4168581416029835766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4168581416029835766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-my-mission.html' title='What&apos;s my mission'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7390944336328265638</id><published>2011-04-07T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:57:18.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chaos &amp; Ruin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic. It's just the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. &lt;strong&gt;Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation&lt;/strong&gt;." -Eat. Pray. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Elizabeth Gilbert realized when she sat in the ruins of Rome. I didn't really understand this when I read it almost a year back. After a lot of&amp;nbsp;internal churning, reading, discussion and prayer; I realize now what she did in Rome. To put a stop to the chaos in the environment around me, I need to clean the chaos inside me first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7390944336328265638?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7390944336328265638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7390944336328265638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/chaos-ruin.html' title='Chaos &amp; Ruin'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1446290875647550133</id><published>2011-04-03T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:33:53.218+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neeta is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Neeta is gone, free from the painful existance. Prayed for her beautiful soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1446290875647550133?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1446290875647550133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1446290875647550133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/neeta-is-gone.html' title='Neeta is gone'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7184764830135962680</id><published>2011-04-02T23:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:56:14.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To the Indian Cricket Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats for this awesome win! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have won the world cup yes, but more than that you have won the love &amp;amp; respect&amp;nbsp;of Indians across the world. Was wondering if it is winning the worldcup that gives you most happiness, or winning over the devil of 'giving in to pressure'&amp;nbsp;troubling the individual minds that is the REAL BIG WIN?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so much the external victory, or winning the internal struggle that gives us the most peace and satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you - April 2nd 2011 stands for the day of victory of faith over doubt, of effort over stress &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;of sheer balls over cowardice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving us the memory of this day! A BIG salute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7184764830135962680?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7184764830135962680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7184764830135962680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-indian-cricket-team.html' title='To the Indian Cricket Team'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3670620192172260334</id><published>2011-04-01T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:50:14.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love the way you lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/vGVGove7IsI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGVGove7IsI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGVGove7IsI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3670620192172260334?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3670620192172260334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3670620192172260334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-way-you-lie.html' title='I love the way you lie'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4933588469494533783</id><published>2011-04-01T15:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:02:05.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;An interesting conversation with a colleague today has led to the following trail of thought:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm always surprised by the way marriage is touted as the end-all-and-be-all for women, and by the way some people feel that the only proper path to personal fulfillment begins at the altar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"We agreed on one simple rule: For every time I said "no" to my husband because of work, I'd say "no" to my boss because of my husband,"&amp;nbsp;my colleague explains. "I credit my husband for his patience and the support I needed to recognize that career advancement came at the cost of individual integrity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One has to wonder: Did her husband follow a similar rule? Is his "individual integrity" tied to marriage -- or threatened by his career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And therein lies the crux of the problem: No matter how far we've advanced, or how well we can juggle, there's still this assumption that a woman who is committed to her husband and family can't be equally committed to her job. And vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Are more women agreeing with the assumption? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4933588469494533783?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4933588469494533783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4933588469494533783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3244456887239247368</id><published>2011-03-25T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:59:35.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my (future) kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My (future) kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: I am NOT going bonkers. Not yet anyway. I just think too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids,&amp;nbsp;you must be wondering&amp;nbsp;how I have&amp;nbsp;accomplished so much in&amp;nbsp;my life? How I am still full of energy, and how I'm&amp;nbsp;not tired of struggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to think of an answer then. Not a satisfactory one anyway, and I might think of a suitable one in retrospect. To avoid that situation in my future, I have thought of the answer now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of it has to do with how a person looks at things. I call it 'keeping your eyes wide open.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, realize that life is filled with surprises, but many are good ones. If you don't keep watching for them, you'll miss half the excitement. Expect to be thrilled once in a while, and you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet up with challenges, welcome them. They'll leave you wiser, stronger, and more capable than you were the day before. When you make a mistake, be grateful for the things it taught you. Resolve to use that lesson to help you reach your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always follow the rules. Even the little ones. When you follow the rules, life works. If you think you ever really get by with breaking the rules, you're only fooling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also important to decide exactly what you want. Then keep your mind focused on it, and be prepared to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be ready to end up in some new places too. As you grow with the years, you'll be given bigger shoes to fill. So be ready for endings as well as challenging beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to be brave enough to move from the familiar to the unfamiliar. Life isn't just reaching peaks. Part of it is moving from one peak to the next. If you rest too long in between, you might be tempted to quit. Leave the past in the past. Climb the next mountain and enjoy the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dump things that weigh you down emotionally and spiritually. When an old resentment, belief, or attitude becomes heavy, lighten your load. Shed those hurtful attitudes that slow you down and drain your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that your choices will create your successes and your failures. So consider all the pathways ahead, and decide which ones to follow. Then believe in yourself, get up, and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be sure to take breaks once in a while. They'll give you a renewed commitment to your dreams and a cheerful, healthy perception of the things that matter the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all, never give up on yourself. The person that ends up a winner is the one who resolves to win. Give life everything you've got, and life will give its best back to you. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;(I hope my kids would want to read my blog?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3244456887239247368?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3244456887239247368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3244456887239247368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/03/letter-to-my-future-kids.html' title='A letter to my (future) kids'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8440787448791487885</id><published>2011-03-18T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:07:53.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>by Manvi Sushil :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw how more can be so less, I started seeing more in less&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Manvi Sushil :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8440787448791487885?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8440787448791487885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8440787448791487885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/03/by-manvi-sushil.html' title='by Manvi Sushil :)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3082050046233384455</id><published>2011-03-16T10:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:09:37.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Choices vs. Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Once in awhile, I ponder the question of whether a different choice in life would have drastically changed my outcome. And I often wonder, do we really have choices or are we destined by fate? &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is such a thing as reincarnation, where the laws of the universe work whether you believe in them or not; where karma is dealt to our particular situations because of what we have done or not done, good or bad. This also includes the idea that 'like attracts like' and any negative or positive energies we release toward others bounces back to us a hundred times greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what my dad&amp;nbsp;used to tell me, "Be careful what you think and what you say!"&amp;nbsp;He believes that any negative energy (like hatred or anger) would quickly tie you to that person in a next life, so that both parties must come back to work it out. What a perfect way to receive punishments and rewards for our bad or good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, getting back to choices vs. fate, I realize that certain situations in my life have caused me to choose certain paths - whether I was trying to get away from a bad situation or whether a particular choice just appealed to me more. The key thing to understand, though, is that it isn't so much the choice (because no matter what we choose, it has a way of working out to what we need to learn anyway) it is the way we reacted to the situation that is the real issue. How we 'choose' to react is far more important than the choices we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't avoid problems in life. Every time you try to go around them, they meet you in the face. You have to go through them and deal with them in order to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of what it means to 'live in the present'. Deal with it, good or bad, and you won't have to deal with it again, but try to avoid it or fight it, and you will find yourself in an unhappy and long struggle until you're ready to accept it as it is. Allow 'what is' to 'be'. Any resistance on your part just prolongs your suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in fate? To a certain extent I do. I believe that we are put here to learn lessons, and we have to keep coming back until we get it right. We are born into the very situations we need in order to learn what we must learn. But once again, it is how we react that is the key to getting us out of our own hell. How we react is the key to turning our fates around. That's when great things start to happen in your life - miracles that you might not ever have experienced had you not learned the lesson you were dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do I believe we have choices? Oh, yes! But only if we are ready for them... only if we can change our negatives into positives do we get some choices that lead us out of our self-imposed dungeon of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key: How we react determines our happiness, our fate, and our choices. So, start by putting those positive energies out there and watch the magic happen! Greet hatred with love, violence with peace. Judge not. Love thy enemy and pray for his happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3082050046233384455?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3082050046233384455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3082050046233384455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices-vs-fate.html' title='Choices vs. Fate'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8252594468102446849</id><published>2011-03-10T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:04:47.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am my own prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is the most depressing conclusion that&amp;nbsp;any girl could&amp;nbsp;have reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am my own prince.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need that dumb armour now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8252594468102446849?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8252594468102446849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8252594468102446849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-my-own-prince.html' title='I am my own prince'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8434271952943093665</id><published>2011-03-08T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:06:12.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am a super woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Danced in the heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;when most ran to seek shelter&lt;br /&gt;Smiled with courage even when&lt;br /&gt;the heart was heavy and tears close&lt;br /&gt;Walked with my head held high&lt;br /&gt;everyday without fail&lt;br /&gt;Took the harshness in my stride&lt;br /&gt;marched on with hope in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The world just watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are not my weakness&lt;br /&gt;my pain is not my enemy&lt;br /&gt;my insecurities are not my vice&lt;br /&gt;my faults are not my walls&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stops me from winning&lt;br /&gt;My beauty is in my faith&lt;br /&gt;my energy in my spirit&lt;br /&gt;my love in my honesty&lt;br /&gt;my imperfection is my identity&lt;br /&gt;I love myself no matter what&lt;br /&gt;The world will now watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8434271952943093665?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8434271952943093665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8434271952943093665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-super-woman.html' title='I am a super woman'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8411599641661241532</id><published>2011-02-28T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:09:13.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Is everything lost? is it time to accept defeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8411599641661241532?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8411599641661241532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8411599641661241532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost.html' title='lost?'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2218867088499017322</id><published>2011-02-27T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:03:22.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A leaf out of my book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life is like a stuck record&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where love is marred with conditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till death do us apart is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where vows are just words&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where relationships are paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that can be written off&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when NPAs they become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships are entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they make it last as long as it's fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk out when it isn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At all of twenty five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there is anything I have learnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is don't trust someone who says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll die together &amp;amp; not before eighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who says they'll keep it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'In sickness and in health'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like to play games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't give them what they want&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will walk out when you don't suspect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you think they love you no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2218867088499017322?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2218867088499017322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2218867088499017322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/leaf-out-of-my-book.html' title='A leaf out of my book'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-225390113797987586</id><published>2011-02-27T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:34:57.491+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wow lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/tnz4-r6PKOM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param 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lyrics'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-9133605220403599551</id><published>2011-02-23T06:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:13:30.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;From time to time, life can look hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help you, consider a man who lived through this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed in business at age 31. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for the legislature at 32. &lt;br /&gt;Again failed in business at 34. &lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart died at 35. &lt;br /&gt;Had a nervous breakdown at 36. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated in election at 38. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Congress at 43. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Congress at 46. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Congress at 48. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Senate at 55. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Vice President at 56. &lt;br /&gt;Defeated for Senate at 58. &lt;br /&gt;Elected President at age 60. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man was Abraham Lincoln&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-9133605220403599551?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9133605220403599551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9133605220403599551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-give-up-hope.html' 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font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everyone is fighting a battle inside and wishes for happiness. Including the guy who overtakes you rashly from the left giving you a dirty look (especially seeing you are a woman at the wheel), and even the lady in the BMW wearing Gucci &amp;amp; with her perfectly manicured nails! All of them wish something was different and all of them hope that things will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some really cool people who have done some great stuff have written about happiness &amp;amp; sadness:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Carl Gustav Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by      sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a friend without a smile; give him one of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;John Sutherland Bonnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much sadness exists in the world that we are all under obligation to      contribute as much joy as lies within our powers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sidney Madwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to be happy or sad and whichever you choose that is what      you get. No one is really responsible to make someone else happy, no      matter what most people have been taught and accept as true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Henry Wordsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often      times we call a man cold when he is only sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Louis E. Boone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest      summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and      should have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Malcolm X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over      their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad to see a father with money and no joy. The man studied economics,      but never studied happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;William Osler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage and cheerfulness will not only carry you over the rough places in      life, but will enable you to bring comfort and help to the weak-hearted      and will console you in the sad hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when      the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and      the future but a way to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man      who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life,      most of which had never happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Christina Georgina Rossetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember      and be sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;David Weatherford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we      have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we      have known sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;R. W. Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask God to forgive us for our evil thoughts and evil temper, but      rarely, if ever ask Him to forgive us for our sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps      there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze      among flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the      joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Marcus Aurelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cynthia Nelms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other      in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of      darkness and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not      balanced by sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thomas Fuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of cheerfulness is worth a pound of sadness to serve God with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were      happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jean de La Fontaine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness flies away on the wings of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book of life, the answers aren’t in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6399110439518364816?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6399110439518364816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6399110439518364816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/smile-bit-today-no-matter-what.html' title='Smile a bit today (NO MATTER WHAT!!!)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3509580994767761800</id><published>2011-02-11T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:33:28.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>worth the wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dreams are not just plain lies&lt;br /&gt;whispered in the calm of night&lt;br /&gt;they&amp;nbsp;are not a mere illusion&lt;br /&gt;appearing in the oasis of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are meant to come true&lt;br /&gt;however hard it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Important to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;and it will be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3509580994767761800?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3509580994767761800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3509580994767761800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/worth-wait.html' title='worth the wait'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-760231684221560608</id><published>2011-02-03T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:25:05.774+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;...Delhi!! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-760231684221560608?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/760231684221560608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/760231684221560608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love.html' title='I love....'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2767329317415635761</id><published>2011-01-26T15:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:13:24.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;''My life flashes before me, again and again, but I turn away, choosing not to see. All around me are reflections of my own bewilderment. I simply go on walking blindly, in this endless maze, trapped in lonely games, choosing not to see. How well I've learned to avoid myself. Isn't it time I looked? Perhaps it is time, to seek a rendezvous with myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2767329317415635761?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2767329317415635761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2767329317415635761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/01/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7404297596596214448</id><published>2011-01-19T06:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:20:08.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not good enough</title><content type='html'>Can't believe that people lie simply, just for the heck of it. Everyone has a good reason, a good justification for a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no good reason for a lie is ever good enough. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7404297596596214448?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7404297596596214448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7404297596596214448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-good-enough.html' title='Not good enough'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7089028775978841448</id><published>2011-01-08T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:17:50.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2011</title><content type='html'>The year of putting the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;making sure they stay together forever&lt;br /&gt;The year of seperating anger from love&lt;br /&gt;by focussing on only the love &lt;br /&gt;The year of erasing dark memories&lt;br /&gt;replacing with&amp;nbsp;enlightenment from within&lt;br /&gt;The year of destroying all expectations&lt;br /&gt;loving&amp;nbsp;my own self all over again&lt;br /&gt;The year of first forgiving myself&lt;br /&gt;and being at complete peace inside&lt;br /&gt;The year of moving foward again&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time slow but steady&lt;br /&gt;The year of trusting&amp;nbsp;my own instinct&lt;br /&gt;and restoring confidence in myself &lt;br /&gt;The year of embracing life with its faults&lt;br /&gt;and being happy no matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7089028775978841448?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7089028775978841448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7089028775978841448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2691580000849563497</id><published>2010-12-29T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:06:47.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>In front of my&amp;nbsp;laptop I sit&lt;br /&gt;A load of work to complete&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can't help but flutter&lt;br /&gt;Not with&amp;nbsp;a naughty plan&lt;br /&gt;like they once did&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;with grand waves of sleep&lt;br /&gt;And yes here&amp;nbsp;I go again&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless in the the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eyes stare into space&lt;br /&gt;and go back in time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make method &lt;br /&gt;of all this madness&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find answers &lt;br /&gt;of innumerous questions&lt;br /&gt;Trying to search for truth&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness of&amp;nbsp;sleepless nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2691580000849563497?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2691580000849563497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2691580000849563497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7094330103274334766</id><published>2010-12-22T18:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:43:44.525+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>Stand there with your arms open and say, "What storms may come - let them. I am here." You grow out of them. You become bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7094330103274334766?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7094330103274334766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7094330103274334766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/12/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4564058114148992052</id><published>2010-12-22T13:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:26:18.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>troubled questions</title><content type='html'>Is life about being very convinient/ just having fun or about being a person of worth even it means struggle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is better - being honest to people you care for or being nice to them so that they keep on liking you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is easier -&amp;nbsp;being heartbroken or pretending everything is fine when it isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being honest about what you are going through to save yourself&amp;nbsp;equal to reaching out for forced sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything in this world boil down to just being a piece of paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4564058114148992052?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4564058114148992052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4564058114148992052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/12/troubled-questions.html' title='troubled questions'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7866886275267610027</id><published>2010-12-18T20:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:55:37.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~Ayn Rand~</title><content type='html'>I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only stands to reason that where there's sacrifice, there's someone collecting the sacrificial offerings. Where there's service, there is someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice is speaking of slaves and masters, and intends to be the master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7866886275267610027?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7866886275267610027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7866886275267610027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/12/ayn-rand.html' title='~Ayn Rand~'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7286732250458541603</id><published>2010-12-03T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:23:09.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The year gone by</title><content type='html'>Let me be honest&lt;br /&gt;and let me confess&lt;br /&gt;The year gone by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has&amp;nbsp;not been the best &lt;br /&gt;Saw a side of me emerge&lt;br /&gt;I would have been&lt;br /&gt;better off not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Met some people&lt;br /&gt;I would have been&lt;br /&gt;better off not meeting&lt;br /&gt;Made huge mistakes &lt;br /&gt;not once but many times&lt;br /&gt;Fell off and hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;more than those many times&lt;br /&gt;Shed tears like a leaky tap&lt;br /&gt;Cursed the world in despair&lt;br /&gt;Cried to the&amp;nbsp;Gods&amp;nbsp;in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Resolved&amp;nbsp;to shrug this off&lt;br /&gt;Promised to move the hell on&lt;br /&gt;Failed miserably in this war&lt;br /&gt;Felt defeated and weak&lt;br /&gt;Really struggled to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me confess&lt;br /&gt;The year gone by&lt;br /&gt;Has not been the best &lt;br /&gt;happily I wish it good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7286732250458541603?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7286732250458541603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7286732250458541603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-gone-by.html' title='The year gone by'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7057770027375390635</id><published>2010-11-22T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:29:44.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>U just think...</title><content type='html'>You just think...&lt;br /&gt;That you have forgiven&lt;br /&gt;the pain is there but faint&lt;br /&gt;but when the moment comes&lt;br /&gt;the anger &amp;amp; bitterness returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just think...&lt;br /&gt;That you have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;the memories are now gone&lt;br /&gt;but they&amp;nbsp;come back&amp;nbsp;in full force&lt;br /&gt;from the depths of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just think...&lt;br /&gt;That you are healing&lt;br /&gt;the tears have now dried&lt;br /&gt;but in the darkness of the night&lt;br /&gt;eyes well up &amp;amp; you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just think...&lt;br /&gt;That everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;even if things still pull you down&lt;br /&gt;and you still let tears fall&lt;br /&gt;you never give up &amp;amp; never go down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7057770027375390635?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7057770027375390635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7057770027375390635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/11/u-just-think.html' title='U just think...'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1433645653724355777</id><published>2010-11-19T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:03:44.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>just a comma</title><content type='html'>It's just a comma&lt;br /&gt;I pause for breadth&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the silence&lt;br /&gt;Hear myself think&lt;br /&gt;for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a speedbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Saying slow down girl&lt;br /&gt;Is this where you wana go?&lt;br /&gt;Focus on your destination&lt;br /&gt;Don't waver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an accident&lt;br /&gt;To make me realize&lt;br /&gt;The importance of life&lt;br /&gt;Life has not stopped&lt;br /&gt;Live on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end&lt;br /&gt;Is it ever the end?&lt;br /&gt;A new life awaits&lt;br /&gt;with new challenges&lt;br /&gt;Bring them on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1433645653724355777?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1433645653724355777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1433645653724355777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-comma.html' title='just a comma'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8926922712743518531</id><published>2010-11-06T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:08:49.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A festival marking the end of a dark period &amp;amp; the start of illumination and joy - is a representation of how any moment can be THE moment of change and resolve. A moment when you decide to push away the darkness, and decide to forgive with pain as your guide.You decide to use your pain as a reminder of your strength and let it guide you to some inner joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did this - I let my pain guide me to true happiness. Attended two Pujas, chanted for an hour, made a beautiful rangoli with diyas and decorated the temple with flowers and lights. And I slept a contended sleep after a long time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I realize that this one happy day does not mean I will suddenly become the happy person that everyone knew. I still feel the familiar pang of pain. I still feel the restless sadness reaching out to devour my mind and heart. I have miles to go in this struggle to be happy. But I have realized that I can't defeat pain and sadness by fighting them. The only way I can defeat them is by making them my friend, by winning over them and by loving them for what they are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pain and Sadness are my friends. I am at peace with them. And like yesterday, they will lead me to peace someday and maybe I will be a happy person again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Diwali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6082633600880429035-8926922712743518531?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8926922712743518531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8926922712743518531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/11/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1988987401249111036</id><published>2010-10-30T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:07:31.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>Winds of Change&lt;br /&gt;Are blowin my way&lt;br /&gt;I can really feel them&lt;br /&gt;Gushin past my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce and harsh &lt;br /&gt;relentless in war&lt;br /&gt;I fear I will fall&lt;br /&gt;when they gush past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways in my head&lt;br /&gt;of dealing with the winds&lt;br /&gt;of change that never&lt;br /&gt;seem to accept defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I move away&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I escape the&amp;nbsp;pain &lt;br /&gt;I run at the sound &lt;br /&gt;and news of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I make walls&lt;br /&gt;around me as a shield&lt;br /&gt;Isolate&amp;nbsp;myself in&lt;br /&gt;Avoid&amp;nbsp;the hurt&amp;nbsp;winds bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I cease being lean&lt;br /&gt;The winds only affect&lt;br /&gt;the very&amp;nbsp;weak and so&lt;br /&gt;being strong is solution three&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1988987401249111036?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1988987401249111036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1988987401249111036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3857900323065213729</id><published>2010-10-28T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:10:04.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self reflection</title><content type='html'>The best part about Self Reflection is that you don't get too much time to see the faults of others. You are too busy being perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3857900323065213729?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3857900323065213729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3857900323065213729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-reflection.html' title='Self reflection'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1889760384603961299</id><published>2010-10-21T14:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:13:34.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conflict</title><content type='html'>My heart is in pain, but my soul is uplifted. I did the right thing and that's what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More often than not - there is less conflict between the head and the heart, it's more between the heart and the soul. It's more important to look after your soul since the heart will someday stop beating anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1889760384603961299?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1889760384603961299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1889760384603961299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/conflict.html' title='Conflict'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6036962705789506150</id><published>2010-10-18T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:22:20.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Connecting the dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. - Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6036962705789506150?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6036962705789506150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6036962705789506150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/connecting-dots.html' title='Connecting the dots'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7146201758895471761</id><published>2010-10-12T12:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:13:35.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>If the weather everywhere becomes ok forever, then 8 out of 10 people will never be able to start a conversation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7146201758895471761?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7146201758895471761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7146201758895471761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3889821627805247118</id><published>2010-10-11T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:26:18.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A small prayer</title><content type='html'>For things to work out for the best&lt;div&gt;For life to get to a point of no regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For courage, wisdom and healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For forgiveness and the willingness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To forget things that just cause pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To lose this really painful baggage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To drop off this burden of mistrust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give life and living another chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3889821627805247118?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3889821627805247118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3889821627805247118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/small-prayer.html' title='A small prayer'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2706873451442483712</id><published>2010-10-10T09:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:31:43.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Even though I keep my eyes closed for the longest time in the morning, I know I should be thankful - for there are so many who are blind and can't see at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the first hour of my day is hectic; when tiffins are being packed, things are lost and tempers are high - Thank you God for my family, there are so many who have no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my breakfast table never looks like that perfect picture in a magazine - Thank you for whatever I have God, there are so many who die without food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I crib, grumble and moan about the circumstances in my life and wish that things were different - Thank you God...for LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2706873451442483712?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2706873451442483712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2706873451442483712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6410622374060596712</id><published>2010-10-07T17:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:01:09.219+05:30</updated><title type='text'>well said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran, the poet, tells us sorrow and joy are inseparable. In order for us to experience pure delight, one has to also experience the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.4167px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6410622374060596712?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6410622374060596712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6410622374060596712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-said.html' title='well said'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3410286744037577965</id><published>2010-10-05T14:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:37:31.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a day</title><content type='html'>Once upon a day&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I stared into space&lt;br /&gt;struggling to understand&lt;br /&gt;that how people get sleep&lt;br /&gt;and how they don't weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a conscience&lt;br /&gt;without a single wince&lt;br /&gt;How can they simply lie&lt;br /&gt;and how can they ever smile&lt;br /&gt;All along I was fearful of the&lt;br /&gt;outside big bad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little I knew how much&lt;br /&gt;intertwined&amp;nbsp;I already was&lt;br /&gt;With what I feared the most&lt;br /&gt;and all along didn't know&lt;br /&gt;It was my foolishness to&lt;br /&gt;assume it to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does life atone&lt;br /&gt;how does one know&lt;br /&gt;Who is really to trust&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the way&lt;br /&gt;how nothing was left to say&lt;br /&gt;once upon a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3410286744037577965?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3410286744037577965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3410286744037577965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-upon-day.html' title='Once upon a day'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8608698322878573899</id><published>2010-10-01T13:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:40:37.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world</title><content type='html'>A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;of possibilities galore&lt;br /&gt;of renewed optimism&lt;br /&gt;being confident and sure&lt;br /&gt;And of wanting more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;of shattered dreams giving way&lt;br /&gt;to a new and fresh life&lt;br /&gt;I reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;and let go of prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;of gratitude and no regret&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessings&lt;br /&gt;and pray hard&amp;nbsp;for old demons&lt;br /&gt;to go far far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8608698322878573899?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8608698322878573899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8608698322878573899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7060725081606664486</id><published>2010-09-22T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:58:32.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemous but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Nimbus Sans L', sans-serif; font-size: 13.1944px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"I'll tell you a little secret, something that they don't teach you at your temples. The Gods envy us, because we are mortals.Any moment could be our last , and everything becomes more beautiful because we are doomed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Nimbus Sans L', sans-serif; font-size: 13.1944px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Nimbus Sans L', sans-serif; font-size: 13.1944px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Achilles to Briseis&amp;nbsp;&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/6082633600880429035-7060725081606664486?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7060725081606664486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7060725081606664486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/blasphemous-but-true.html' title='Blasphemous but true'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-989545763155604753</id><published>2010-09-22T10:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:30:12.534+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick :'( :'( :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-989545763155604753?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/989545763155604753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/989545763155604753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_22.html' title=':('/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8566808319821361620</id><published>2010-09-22T07:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:54:41.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;Are tears an indicator of weakness? Yes,they certainly indicate pain and hurt. But is pain a sign of weakness? Even with so much pain, if you still do the right thing - isn't it forbearance? Or will you call forbearance too a sign of weakness? Think about it. In pain and anger - what is your first reaction? If you fight that first reaction and still stick around to face the blows, what are you? Weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8566808319821361620?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8566808319821361620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8566808319821361620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6952412813714148467</id><published>2010-09-19T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:46:38.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You might feel that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;your lies have won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You might run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;from your&amp;nbsp;conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You might lift fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and discolor another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You might have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;a fool out of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But there is one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;you cannot do ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You cannot touch love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;it will delude you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Love will never succumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Love cannot be fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It cannot be&amp;nbsp;deceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;nor it will be defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It will always prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;your dirt will never soil it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hide if you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;but love will find the truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6952412813714148467?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6952412813714148467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6952412813714148467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6958261747200129359</id><published>2010-09-19T00:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:10:17.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>haspslephofp</title><content type='html'>I am really one! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6958261747200129359?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6958261747200129359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6958261747200129359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/haspslephofp.html' title='haspslephofp'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4108111049269557776</id><published>2010-09-14T22:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:33:14.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad, 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4108111049269557776?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4108111049269557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4108111049269557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/silence-isnt-so-bad-til-i-look-at-my.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3072188771763772078</id><published>2010-09-12T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:28:27.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The beauty of rain is such that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;it washes the dirt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Reveals the purity of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;there is freshness in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love dancing in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;want it to wash away the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Reveal the child in my soul again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;for happiness to find a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6082633600880429035-3072188771763772078?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3072188771763772078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3072188771763772078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain.html' title='Rain :)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1558470151383628457</id><published>2010-09-11T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:56:28.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Super Cool Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1558470151383628457?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1558470151383628457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1558470151383628457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/super-cool-quote.html' title='Super Cool Quote'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7662385073367387702</id><published>2010-09-06T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:45:46.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>They say life comes a full circle. I just want to tell life not to scream and gloat when it does. Whoever the joke is on - I just don't want to know. I want to leave the pieces and move on. But the irony is that to move on, I need to hang on now. To hang on, I feel the need to cling on to something. What do I cling to? I don't want to drown in all the muddy water...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7662385073367387702?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7662385073367387702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7662385073367387702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2152072324781787358</id><published>2010-09-05T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:36:32.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>amazing lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;br /&gt;Har Dam Har Pal Bechaini Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaun Bhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Roz Savere Ugta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Roz Savere Ugta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Apne Liye To Thik Usi Pal&lt;br /&gt;Roz Dhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jaane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari&lt;br /&gt;Jane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari&lt;br /&gt;Ho Na Ho Us Par Kahin Koi&lt;br /&gt;Khwaab Jala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta&lt;br /&gt;Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta&lt;br /&gt;Ishq Ki Aise Raha Guzar Ko&lt;br /&gt;Hum Ne Chuna Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Sa Dil Mera Bura Hai&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Bhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2152072324781787358?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2152072324781787358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2152072324781787358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazing-lyrics.html' title='amazing lyrics'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2162465911536935478</id><published>2010-09-03T16:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:11:59.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>I want to give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how am going on&lt;br /&gt;Want this painful life to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I escape without&lt;br /&gt;being called a coward&lt;br /&gt;Can I run away without&lt;br /&gt;causing pain to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;there has to be a way&lt;br /&gt;there has to be a day&lt;br /&gt;when the tears will go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my prayers are sincere&lt;br /&gt;Then why is this test so hard&lt;br /&gt;I know God you are very much there&lt;br /&gt;Please turn this endless night into day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2162465911536935478?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2162465911536935478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2162465911536935478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1441752363430630721</id><published>2010-09-03T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:13:15.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On and On</title><content type='html'>It just never ends&lt;br /&gt;the torture of memory&lt;br /&gt;it's like a reel that starts&lt;br /&gt;without permission and&lt;br /&gt;it just goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just never stops&lt;br /&gt;the pang in my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's like a wound that bleeds&lt;br /&gt;without healing and the pain&lt;br /&gt;it just goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just never ends&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness of loss&lt;br /&gt;like a hollow vessel that echoes&lt;br /&gt;without any respite, my misery&lt;br /&gt;just goes on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1441752363430630721?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1441752363430630721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1441752363430630721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-and-on.html' title='On and On'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-848920564614707057</id><published>2010-09-01T17:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:47:48.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>Where is my life heading&lt;div&gt;Where did it go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did life take this turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I trust too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I bear so much wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I compromise so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes me hope against hopen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What keeps me going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will happen next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't I have my answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-848920564614707057?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/848920564614707057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/848920564614707057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1055886992139359237</id><published>2010-08-24T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:19:10.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Bro</title><content type='html'>Times got tough and you sang 'All is Well'&lt;br /&gt;You asked no questions and gave no suggestions&lt;br /&gt;Stood silently watching out for my tears&lt;br /&gt;You had a joke ready to try and make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what my response then was&lt;br /&gt;But I want to say thanks now that it is the time&lt;br /&gt;When sisters all over the world ask for a promise&lt;br /&gt;I am proud that my kid brother is no longer a kid&lt;br /&gt;He is a grown boy who knows more than his years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bro for being there, and today&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you grow up to be a worthy man&lt;br /&gt;Pray that you have the wisdom and courage&lt;br /&gt;to stand up when the time needs you to stand&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and win many true friends&lt;br /&gt;I pray you never get bogged down by pain&lt;br /&gt;Be a winner and become a person of &amp;nbsp;strength&lt;br /&gt;I wish for never ending happiness for you&lt;br /&gt;God will bless you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1055886992139359237?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1055886992139359237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1055886992139359237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you-bro.html' title='Thank you Bro'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2941571394228502662</id><published>2010-08-20T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:46:05.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Of all the lies you ever told, that you'll be honest hurt the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2941571394228502662?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2941571394228502662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2941571394228502662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-subject.html' title='No Subject'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3558371797890215621</id><published>2010-08-18T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:10:09.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Voices from the past</title><content type='html'>Voices from the past&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me so fast&lt;br /&gt;Vows made in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Have left deep scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come back with effect&lt;br /&gt;I hear things I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;Good, Bad or Ugly they are&lt;br /&gt;Words that stung my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my ears but it didn't help&lt;br /&gt;Recollected how everyday I wept&lt;br /&gt;Then felt pity for the spineless pet&lt;br /&gt;The voices then away they went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3558371797890215621?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3558371797890215621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3558371797890215621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/voices-from-past.html' title='Voices from the past'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8048720791908326126</id><published>2010-08-15T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:51:58.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deep's speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Deep, in his speech at Nasdaq quoted Mahatma Gandhi's quote that Deep's father in law had sent him the same morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you and then you win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He said &amp;nbsp;that he, Keyur, Sachin and Rajesh as co-founders of MakeMyTrip had encountered a lot of non believers on their way along with a handful of believers. He thanked the&amp;nbsp;believers - those with him in NY at that time and those in India watching and rejoicing in their moment of victory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know what was I thinking when Deep was saying these words? I was thinking that by mentioning these non believers in his Nasdaq speech - Deep was in a way thanking them for their lack of faith in him which I can imagine really challenged and urged him on further. I could totally identify with the feeling of how sometimes people &amp;amp; incidents really shake the core of your being by their open challenge and strengthen your resolve further.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I really respect Deep Kalra for acknowledging that in front of the entire world. It takes deep courage, true strength and humility for thanking people who didn't stick by you when it really mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 95px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 7.52315px; line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8048720791908326126?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8048720791908326126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8048720791908326126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/deeps-speech.html' title='Deep&apos;s speech'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-5686841889340457081</id><published>2010-08-14T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:07:11.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A little girl of six she was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;her mother would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;read out fairy tales&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;of a pretty princess in a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;who would be won by a prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;after fighting much distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How she loved these fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;where the norm was happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;where life and love were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'its complicated' status would not occur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She waited and waited for her prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and like a fool she didn't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that these tales could be false&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;these stories could be for fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 69px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18.75px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-5686841889340457081?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5686841889340457081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5686841889340457081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairy-tale-incomplete.html' title='Fairy Tale Incomplete'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-9103203110276726030</id><published>2010-08-14T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:01:07.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You are a weed</title><content type='html'>I want to quit thinking of you as big&lt;br /&gt;In my life there is no place for pigs&lt;br /&gt;Because you are nothing but a weed&lt;br /&gt;u are teeny weeny and will leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my memories from my heart&lt;br /&gt;from every where that matters&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve this heart burn&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be battered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up I always could&lt;br /&gt;though you wanted me to fall&lt;br /&gt;I agree I tripped over your feet&lt;br /&gt;but no power can keep me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;I can't fly without any wings&lt;br /&gt;I heard all that but I disagree&lt;br /&gt;your sneaky push really freed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle of life will haunt someday&lt;br /&gt;For justice everyday I pray&lt;br /&gt;I will strike back in my own way&lt;br /&gt;I will fly high up and you will wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-9103203110276726030?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9103203110276726030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9103203110276726030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-weed.html' title='You are a weed'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-8436425828618739275</id><published>2010-08-12T23:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:47:41.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_408777385"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes"; They will say, "Women don't have what it takes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife, good mother, good looking, good tempered, well groomed and unaggressive”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“[He considers me] just a uterus with legs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-8436425828618739275?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8436425828618739275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/8436425828618739275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-am-woman.html' title='Yes, I am a woman'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3100723673068897464</id><published>2010-08-10T22:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:46:37.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you are at the moment when suddenly the world seems to close in on you, and you feel so so suffocated that you really think what you did to deserve this - you wonder if life is worth all the trouble. You wonder if it makes sense retaining the good in you, especially when you have already been tried for the crimes you didn't commit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a minute then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be very selfish in that whole minute. Think about yourself, think about your dreams, think about your people who are waiting for you at home, think about people who have been there for you unflinchingly - and in that moment you will feel complete unquestioned gratitude to life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part? It takes just a minute. And a minute can bring back a smile on your face, the spring in your step, the twinkle in your eye and the hope in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3100723673068897464?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3100723673068897464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3100723673068897464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-minute.html' title='Just a minute'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3614227545242089121</id><published>2010-08-07T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:12:50.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>How can I forgive&lt;div&gt;If I can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just cling&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past and I regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ugly haunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pleasant torment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both memories drive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crazy and I can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I forgive&lt;div&gt;If I can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just cling&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past and I regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rewind and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all memories everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poison doesn't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for healing I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escape the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and feel free again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3614227545242089121?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3614227545242089121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3614227545242089121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-2560892130700058382</id><published>2010-08-05T16:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:18:21.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes it takes being broken to know just how good it feels to be whole again. Sometimes you need to&amp;nbsp;swallow&amp;nbsp;a shit load of pride, and just let your actions speak louder than not only your words but also others' noise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes you need to have losers get the satisfaction of feeling victorious after their really shallow display of wickedness, just to feel happy with your own goodness of not falling to their level. Sometimes it is important to lose a battle to win the war called life. Sometimes it is important to have your&amp;nbsp;existence challenged, just to break the inertia, march forward and prove yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes you need to really know what being shattered feels, you really need to taste the pain - just to appreciate the blessings in your life. Sometimes you just have to pray for the happiness of those who wronged you, for the sake of loving your own self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And it is always important to love your own self. No matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is only then you can even expect to be truly loved by another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-2560892130700058382?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2560892130700058382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/2560892130700058382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3315098507107070593</id><published>2010-08-03T11:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:23:57.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bring it on</title><content type='html'>If you thought you could break me&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you, you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;You have only sought to make me&lt;br /&gt;more determined to reach more heights&lt;br /&gt;so where you going, bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is broken, but my spirit is not&lt;br /&gt;I have pledged to keep marching on&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate, but I sure don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Don't get misled by my slight frame&lt;br /&gt;so where you going, bring it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3315098507107070593?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3315098507107070593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3315098507107070593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/bring-it-on.html' title='bring it on'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4531417808556640901</id><published>2010-08-02T13:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:13:57.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's not new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's not new. Throughout the centuries there were people who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received -- hatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;d. And sometimes hatred from those they counted on most. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The great creators -- the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors -- they all stoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;d alone against the men &amp;amp; women of their time. But these people of unborrowed vision went ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They fought, they suffered and they paid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But they won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4531417808556640901?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4531417808556640901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4531417808556640901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-not-new.html' title='It&apos;s not new'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6043820115658101337</id><published>2010-07-31T13:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:57:59.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>You can learn more from failure than success. In failure you’re forced to find out what part did not work. But in success you can believe everything you did was great, when in fact some parts may not have worked at all. Failure forces you to face reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to be prepared for a very painful reality. Painful not only&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp; weaknesses you have been trying to ignore in others come in plain view, but also weaknesses in your self, things you never knew existed suddenly become very plain to your own self. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Facing your own limitations is the most painful task of all, because this relevation easily leads to underconfidence and low self belief. How do I stay confident knowing I have so many limitations? And how do I overcome my weaknesses without confidence? How do I ignore this deep deep regret and pain, that cuts across my being in every vulnerable moment? My faith tells me I am on the right track, because I am finally listening to my intuition. But how do I be sure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6043820115658101337?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6043820115658101337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6043820115658101337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-can-learn-more-from-failure-than.html' title=':('/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-3133516517995100060</id><published>2010-07-28T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:55:18.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-3133516517995100060?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3133516517995100060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/3133516517995100060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/time.html' title='A time'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6624365767232845869</id><published>2010-07-26T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:52:34.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the Wind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One of my favorite books has a line which I've always felt a connection to. And now I even know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was so that I could use it and really mean it. And here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Frankly my dear , I don't give a damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6624365767232845869?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6624365767232845869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6624365767232845869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the Wind!'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7118437586281598644</id><published>2010-07-17T15:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:01:25.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snap</title><content type='html'>How quickly a moment of love can be snapped away to a moment of hate. One thoughtless action, one careless word, one seemingly harmless lie, one misunderstood intention, one wrong advisor can steal it all away. How love and hate stand on the same foundations.&amp;nbsp;How quickly can comfort with someone turn into awkwardness. How in the very second you reach a dead end, moments when you know which direction your life is going to - are altered. A realization in less than a second. A flicker of deja vu. Like you knew it all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced - become my bravest. When feeling at your weakest you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest you are suddenly lifted above higher than you've ever been. They all border one other, these opposites, and how quickly they can be altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of uneasy presence. Just as a kid, when me and my sister would waver on &amp;nbsp;the balance beam in the park, and in an instance our excitement would turn into pain.Everything is on the verge, always brimming the surface and a slight shake, a tremble sends things toppling. How delicate emotions are. Light so quickly becomes darkness around. Always seems like the answers I find just moments ago become questions again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Pitch black. Pitch Black and Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thin veil hangs between these two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us.You are happy now, but you know that spring won't last forever. Experience has taught you that. You are in the look out for warning signs. Or you hate now but you see through the veil and you see the possibility of love; you're sad now but you look through the veil and and see happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute composure to a complete mess (and hopefully even the opposite) - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim" -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;latin for " Be patient and tough, someday this pain will be&amp;nbsp;useful to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7118437586281598644?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7118437586281598644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7118437586281598644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/thin-veil-between-opposites.html' title='Snap'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-1288951311292611070</id><published>2010-07-13T22:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:17:22.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tujhase naaraaz nahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tujhase naaraaz nahi zindagi, hairaan hoon main&lt;br /&gt;o hairaan hoon main&lt;br /&gt;tere masoom savalon se pareshaan hooN main&lt;br /&gt;o pareshaan hoon main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeene ke liye socha hi na tha, dard sambhalane honge&lt;br /&gt;muskuraoon to, muskurane ke karz utaarne honge&lt;br /&gt;muskuraoon kabhi to lagata hai&lt;br /&gt;jaise hontonn pe karz rakhaa hai&lt;br /&gt;tujhase ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaj agar bhar ayi hai, boondein baras jaayengi&lt;br /&gt;kal kya pata inke liye aakhen taras jayengi&lt;br /&gt;jaane kahan gum kahan khoya&lt;br /&gt;ek aansu chhupake rakha tha&lt;br /&gt;tujhase ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi tere gum ne hamain rishte naye samajhaye&lt;br /&gt;mile jo hamain dhoop main mile chhaanv ke thande saaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-1288951311292611070?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1288951311292611070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/1288951311292611070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/tujhase-naaraaz-nahi.html' title='Tujhase naaraaz nahi'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6540727840523014175</id><published>2010-07-12T18:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:02:09.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My second hour at the NGO</title><content type='html'>I did say I will go back. Well, I do usually stick to my words. (Yes, I am proud of this and I should be - since I have very recently realized this is not that common an attribute, actually far from it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my second visit was a little more eventful.It was sad, but I have more food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had asked about me just two - three days back (Well, this was not a miracle. I had been sending her some stuff I thought she might like to receive) and she actually smiled when she saw me. The smile was beautiful. I hadn't seen such a genuine smile for ages. That smile said so many things to me, and I couldn't even begin to imagine how much pain the smile had to pierce through just to appear. I will never forget that smile. Genuine. Pure. Heart Wrenching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then told me she had just a few months to live - 6 max if she was lucky.Didn't know what to say. The serenity of her face didn't help. I decided to ask her what I really wanted to - if she was afraid. She then looked at me like she was looking through me, like there was something she understood, something that just clicked in her head. She then did a very surprising thing - she reached out for my hand, gave it a squeeze and said "dar mat" (Don't be afraid).&amp;nbsp;It was like my question had communicated a lot more to her than I had intended.I knew instantly that was intended for me. And there I was, trying to make her open up to me, when she was the one reading me all this while!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't felt that connected to anyone in years. &amp;nbsp;She is something, that woman.With one smile and one answer, she had given me so much strength.Thank You Neeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6540727840523014175?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6540727840523014175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6540727840523014175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-second-hour-at-ngo.html' title='My second hour at the NGO'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-197197408737868615</id><published>2010-07-11T20:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:42:01.379+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So said Einstein</title><content type='html'>"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only real valuable thing is intuition."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-197197408737868615?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/197197408737868615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/197197408737868615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-said-einstein.html' title='So said Einstein'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-5317213815111948949</id><published>2010-07-09T16:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:55:31.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is not what it was supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is what it is and it's a boon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If life's not good to me too bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;its up to me to make it whatever I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just remember:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #362f29; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"you can be anything, but you cannot be everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-5317213815111948949?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5317213815111948949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/5317213815111948949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-966674577955519787</id><published>2010-07-08T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:09:10.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I like compliments :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today, I got reminded how much I like compliments :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I had absolutely forgotten!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;God bless the nice person who made me feel good about myself after so long, and thank you for saying what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/6082633600880429035-966674577955519787?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/966674577955519787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/966674577955519787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-compliments.html' title='I like compliments :)'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-470570276561124594</id><published>2010-07-05T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:20:55.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Only God knows how I survived today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Mr. Subroto Bagchi in our office today, who gave us a very inspiring talk. And he said " Success means rising above pain. It means keeping your perspective even when the world seems dark and everything seems lost. It's about delaying your negative judgments about the world till the next day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came on the day when I really really felt giving up on life. But I am listening to Mr. Bagchi, I am delaying my judgment to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Mr. Subroto Bagchi's session later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-470570276561124594?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/470570276561124594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/470570276561124594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-4226769940862271702</id><published>2010-07-04T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:55:01.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gyaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Even if Truth will Hurt, I want the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;- Tragedy Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;You know what's silly- that you want the truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;from someone who you can't trust anyway. So even if you get some answers, they might not be the truth&amp;nbsp;and they'll still hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;- 'Gyaani' Mango Man&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="color: #021324; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-4226769940862271702?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4226769940862271702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/4226769940862271702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/gyaan.html' title='Gyaan'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7147446410789230232</id><published>2010-07-03T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:56:33.949+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today's date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The date 3rd leaves me with mixed and confused feelings. I wish I could skip this date every month for the rest of my life. Is that possible, Mr. God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7147446410789230232?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7147446410789230232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7147446410789230232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-date.html' title='Today&apos;s date'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-9056861645649414359</id><published>2010-07-03T08:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:52:15.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Three important lessons</title><content type='html'>1. Think good. You may say good and do great. But thinking good is what makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only Trust Yourself. &amp;nbsp;Never ever make the mistake of trusting anyone completely. Be emotional with intelligence. It takes a day for people to show true colors.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never forget the above two - even in your sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-9056861645649414359?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9056861645649414359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/9056861645649414359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-important-lessons.html' title='Three important lessons'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-6304137377360687059</id><published>2010-07-02T16:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:57:13.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and I agree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rather than Love, than Money, than Fame, give me Truth - Chris McCandless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-6304137377360687059?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6304137377360687059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/6304137377360687059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-agree.html' title='and I agree...'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-7620759829234584281</id><published>2010-07-01T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:22:24.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It is true...</title><content type='html'>I have always felt so protected, that I have longed for excitement and hoped to get a taste of real life adventure. And my prayers were answered. In fact, I got more excitement than I ever bargained for. I dared to play with fire, thinking fire was my friend - but who is fire's friend really? It leaves no one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really have to pinch my badly burnt hand sometimes, so that the&amp;nbsp;excruciating&amp;nbsp;pain that follows makes me really believe that this is the Truth. It doesn't matter if I can't get out of my comfort zone. It doesn't change the Truth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rightly said. Sometimes, Truth IS stranger than Fiction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-7620759829234584281?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7620759829234584281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/7620759829234584281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-true.html' title='It is true...'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082633600880429035.post-941939492862597049</id><published>2010-06-29T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:28:30.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>guess what</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you don't design your own life plan, chances are you'll fall into someone else's plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #021324;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Jim Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6082633600880429035-941939492862597049?l=musewithmanvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/941939492862597049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082633600880429035/posts/default/941939492862597049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musewithmanvi.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-what.html' title='guess what'/><author><name>Manvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09035142115570968831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxF_4qL1Wt0/TFhIWFc-G7I/AAAAAAAAA64/QV7oLZnkUmY/S220/IMG00032-20100705-1104.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
