<?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-8730379924383098489</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:55:05.903-08:00</updated><category term='tour'/><category term='environment'/><category term='mother'/><category term='Vishu'/><category term='kerala'/><category term='love'/><category term='charity'/><category term='society'/><category term='Silence...'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='festival'/><category term='Onam'/><title type='text'>My CraZZy Thoughts !!</title><subtitle type='html'>...Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-1005488129602149545</id><published>2010-12-30T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T05:53:28.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Bye 2010 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/TRx0J8Qq_hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/98VZAE8g14c/s1600/2010_bye_bye_1293015309.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556443754412047890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/TRx0J8Qq_hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/98VZAE8g14c/s320/2010_bye_bye_1293015309.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 257px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;2010 has seen me very little as a blogger...I was not able to come to my self as a blogger who loved describing the smallest events in life, a sentiment in small incidents...but then, when 2010 winds to a close and I look back, it is yet another year to remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;2010 would be an unforgettable year for me, for the grand entry of Nisha made into my life..the year would be remembered because I have matured as a husband...I am trying to get the husband in me travel alongside the son, brother and friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;the beautiful start with this year was the gigantic news of my marriage and preperation towards that great episode with few supporters and bunch of opposes.. thanks to all and GOD, you are simply great !!.. the distance I spanned through that trauma is one of the joyful pain I ever had, and will always be cherished for my close ones who gave me company through the journey, ofcourse my Parrents,Sister and Brother...Thanks dears ..you always hold a special place in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;i refurbished my tech blog - orachat.com with new look, bunch of new contributers and 200+ new readers !! It was another feather in the armour for me. We registered a new limisted company fuwision consulting and waiting for the pulse of its rhythm in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Few days in the beautiful city of Switzerland and mount Alps !! Wonderful times .. yahh it was my honeymoon :-) and later in November a cheerful trip to Windermere ... ohh !! lots of trips including two trips to India .. a superb celebration of Onam from God's Own Country, I remember those best moments !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;2010 saw a short span of seperation from Nish, as she left to London on work .. i saw the pain of being at different place and the struggles we have to face to work and live in other country than our home India. At least before beging of 2011, we both put up in same place and after 16 long months I said bye bye to Blackpool.. It's a new world .. It's a new start .. It's a new plan .. It's alive with the beating of young hearts  .. I've been waiting for you  !! And me with some time to chill out, reorganise myself and get back recharged for new goals !! Bye Bye 2010 and Welcome 2011 !!&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/8730379924383098489-1005488129602149545?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/1005488129602149545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/11/by-bye-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/1005488129602149545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/1005488129602149545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/11/by-bye-2010.html' title='By Bye 2010 !!'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/TRx0J8Qq_hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/98VZAE8g14c/s72-c/2010_bye_bye_1293015309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-4966258444870822529</id><published>2010-09-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T06:01:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Speaking NRI - Non Resident' or 'Not Returning' Indian?</title><content type='html'>It’s been quite some time I posted something to this place - Yahh no post after my marriage, rht ? lol I was in honey moon and no time to spend on blogs :-) LoL. Of course true to some extend as it was beginning days of our new life and we tried to spend time for outing in off office hours and in addition to that put myself for some techie blog (www.orachat.com) ... " Hey Rupesh, so now your honey moon is over and back with blogs ? ? " No actually, some free time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey...I am waiting for her to come back from vacation :-) Shoooo meantime I will write something about my NRI life .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NRI - How would you define it? Is it Non Resident Indian or Not Returning Indian? I am sure only an individual NRI knows what truly defines him or her. I would like to think of me as a Non Resident Indian. I would like to say I'll be glad to return to India anytime. It is home folks! Don't you agree? Thinking deeper though, my thoughts waver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing my country and I remember those days.. it is the childhood India I long for. The days when achan,amma and chechi were around, when Amma pack the lunch for school, when I was carefree with my friends... when we did not hesitate to eat from the street vendors, learnt to ride the broken rental bicycles, when we did not mind the heat of the day, the sweating afternoons, the frequent power failures, when we did not care for the fashionable clothes, new brand mobile phones, variety shoes..., when snow was only a dream and aircondition was a luxury, when we only relied on hand written letters for communications with far away family, when I was lean and never felt fat(evn not much now), when I was full of dreams for metropolitan cities, when I had no clue what marriage meant, what life is all about... those are the days I want to return to - that's the India my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not get me wrong. I love UK!! After all it was my dream to get in to a good job, my earnest prayer, my sincere ambition to study my MBA in UK(still awaiting). I would have never felt I achieved anything in life if I had never had a chance to come to Bangalore and then to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England - A beautiful beautiful place (yes, I intentionally used beautiful twice as I feel one word is not sufficient to fully define the beauty of this place - my wife always talk about beauty of the garden here) filled with natures bounty, picture perfect homes, manicured lawns, where everybody can enjoy the basic necessities of life, where all are treated equal (in most cases), where you don't have to bribe anyone for getting your drivers license or car registration or landing a job or finding a home, where water runs into your house (you don't have to go fetch water), hot water is only a 'twist of a tap' away, garbage is collected regularly, power failures are unheard of, numerous ways of communications with far and near &amp;amp; dear and not-so-dear ones, where you don't have to stand in sweating queues to pay your bills or to get the rations or to register your tickets, where the gap between the rich and poor is so narrow that it seems invisible, where the government truly cares to improve the life of a common citizen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is my rambling about you may wonder...because I am missing my country, I am missing my friends and I am missing those days ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730379924383098489-4966258444870822529?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/4966258444870822529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-speaking-nri-non-resident-or-not.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/4966258444870822529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/4966258444870822529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-speaking-nri-non-resident-or-not.html' title='Simply Speaking NRI - Non Resident&apos; or &apos;Not Returning&apos; Indian?'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-8097802757054925853</id><published>2010-03-12T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:48:44.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S0zoznERBCI/AAAAAAAAARY/m0bRuZVUVJY/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S0zoznERBCI/AAAAAAAAARY/m0bRuZVUVJY/s320/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425967624432452642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Friendship- my favorite word... Just thinking of this word brings so much happiness and meaning to life Friendships provide a sense of belonging and comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Friendship is too good a word to explain. It has so much emotion attached to it. It is a relationship, which involves sharing mutual affection, esteem, care, and respect along with helping in times of need or crisis. A friend may know all about you and still love and care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Every new friend brings a new meaning to life. The meaning you will know, only when that friend enters your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Good friends are always there to celebrate your success and give you a shoulder to lean on during your failures. Sometimes just sitting by a friend not speaking anything give such comfort that can never be expressed by words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The most comforting thing about friendship is that you don't have to explain and the most beautiful thing about good friends is that they can grow separately without growing apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And at this time of the year when you need to file you tax returns, I would like you to make one more investment. Invest in friendship. Your returns will be better health, brighter outlook and a happier life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730379924383098489-8097802757054925853?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/8097802757054925853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship-my-favorite-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/8097802757054925853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/8097802757054925853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship-my-favorite-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S0zoznERBCI/AAAAAAAAARY/m0bRuZVUVJY/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-2539148356049521184</id><published>2010-02-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:47:00.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOL !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S_1y9tWfU_I/AAAAAAAAASw/ij_YXCvZLbE/s1600/FOOL7logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S_1y9tWfU_I/AAAAAAAAASw/ij_YXCvZLbE/s320/FOOL7logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475659126423901170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOL !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Blue the colour of  the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Black  the colour of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hey how blameless your empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I foolishly fall into them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;FOOL!! I cry to myself  but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I  don't hear me I hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I hear words spilling from your mouth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;but that's all there is  words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;God,You're  so cold, I never know what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm an Emotional Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;FOOL! I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &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/8730379924383098489-2539148356049521184?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/2539148356049521184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/05/fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2539148356049521184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2539148356049521184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/05/fool.html' title='FOOL !!'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S_1y9tWfU_I/AAAAAAAAASw/ij_YXCvZLbE/s72-c/FOOL7logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-6661927011992604663</id><published>2010-02-15T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:45:23.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S3iE7L8yAMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DHFLultLg2c/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S3iE7L8yAMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DHFLultLg2c/s320/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438242702404747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Another weekend, i become aware of my disgust towards weekend nowadays.. its growing with the tip tip sound of my clock pendulum, as usual my thinking are wet in this Sunday evening too..Pain in the heart. what can I do ? Just hope..A day will come for you..i consoled myself..a day will come..The white crows may not fly..but the earth is not flat, my all those who have gone away from me will reach here itself.. It's true that zero has no value.But at times, when placed in the right position it has a great value. I was too simple and open to admire all my friends and valued their friendship... I always learned all good things from them, I remember those nostalgic days, weekends in Bangalore one idiom always comes Woww !! what happened to me now ? The whole day i was trying to escape from those stupid thoughts..But now I think, it is not a good idea..I should think, think a lot..and take a good decision my "self" wont go away from me..I should listen to it..carefully. Nowadays I am trying to go away from it. But now i should listen to it. I turned on the light...I went to the mirror...I looked into it .It's been long since I looked into the mirror and talked to my reflection.It is true that a good friend is like a mirror. Now again, I have to depend on this mirror..Even though it has no blood and bones, sometimes,it is far better than the human beings.. listened to me..Started talking..At first i felt strange. But within half an hour i am able to build up our old friendship...expressed all my feelings..and it consoled me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730379924383098489-6661927011992604663?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/6661927011992604663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflections.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/6661927011992604663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/6661927011992604663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/S3iE7L8yAMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DHFLultLg2c/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-310621634981028998</id><published>2009-10-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:09:26.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..the day we decided !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sto_yBCbglI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_sEYYQqOoZw/s1600-h/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393693632234226258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sto_yBCbglI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_sEYYQqOoZw/s320/love.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 455px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..... from her Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I have rarely ever met a person like you&lt;br /&gt;There is something so special,so special about you&lt;br /&gt;Is it your helping nature or your creative mind?&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this deeply, but the answer I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God cannot come down in person to help mankind,&lt;br /&gt;He sends a few angels to help the suffering mind,&lt;br /&gt;You are one of those angels sent by Him here,&lt;br /&gt;Who came down to hold my hand and bring cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friendship.. only friendship.. but a very strong one,&lt;br /&gt;You were honest, dependable and so full of fun,&lt;br /&gt;Before I could say something you understood it clearly,&lt;br /&gt;All this laid a strong foundation for friendship silently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you the first time.. I did not realize it..&lt;br /&gt;When I sat beside you in office.. I did not realize it..&lt;br /&gt;When I laughed together with you.. I did not realize it..&lt;br /&gt;When I fought with you badly.. I did not realize it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden the sweet music of love,&lt;br /&gt;Came flying through the friendship like a pure dove!&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen... the greatest miracle of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;I only know I will thank God, will thank God throughout my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;..... and he couldn't stop himself to reply for this &amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I admire you, on all the things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;It amazes me how someone can make me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;You were just another friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;But when I got to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;You’ve always been a total joy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Such a pleasant company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;You see it happened, joyful bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I very much appreciate our compatibility!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I am fortunate to know you, my thoughts go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;That's why I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;To a rare and special person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I love you more and more with each passing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%;"&gt;In all of the moments, In all the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&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/8730379924383098489-310621634981028998?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/310621634981028998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/310621634981028998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/310621634981028998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='..the day we decided !!'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sto_yBCbglI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_sEYYQqOoZw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-2298484337445276722</id><published>2009-05-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:01:16.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day!! Adore to my Mom …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SggsPcBjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/35ZCdlQtD18/s1600-h/mothers_day_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SggsPcBjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/35ZCdlQtD18/s320/mothers_day_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334562402352710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my cell reminder buzz me and said; “hey send your mom a gift she will truly treasure, its Mothers Day” There are times when only a Mother's love understand our tears, can soothe our disappoints and calm all of our fears, when something we've dreamed about quite suddenly is real, Amma, Mom, Mummy ... shhh a kiss to wipe away my tears, gingerbread to ease my fears. I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me, they have clung to me all my life that takes lot of love, Mom I understand that now and I hope you realize how much I thank you... how much I love you... and how much I wish you happiness. My dreams, my wishes, and my heartaches, Mom You filled my days with rainbow lights, fairy tales and sweet dream nights, I thank you for your tender care, for deep warm hugs and being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M - O - T - H - E – R&lt;/span&gt; [from one of the fwds mail in my inbox]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M" is for the million things she gave me,&lt;br /&gt;"O" means only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;"H" is for her heart of purest gold;&lt;br /&gt;"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,&lt;br /&gt;"R" means right, and right she'll always be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and a small pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, we pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who struggle to balance the tasks of work and family;&lt;br /&gt;for those who raise children on their own;&lt;br /&gt;for those who care for the children of others;&lt;br /&gt;for those who have lost a child;&lt;br /&gt;for those whose children have left home;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are unable to feed their children due to poverty;&lt;br /&gt;we thank you for the love of the mothers you have given us,&lt;br /&gt;whose love is so precious that it can never be measured,&lt;br /&gt;Bless all mothers !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/rsreeniv/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.adspotadtext 	{mso-style-name:adspot_adtext;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730379924383098489-2298484337445276722?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/2298484337445276722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-adore-to-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2298484337445276722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2298484337445276722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-adore-to-my-mom.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!! 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I missed it again, reflective sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_3PNvKjDI/AAAAAAAAANo/qNPxhzkRfN0/s1600-h/kerala51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_3PNvKjDI/AAAAAAAAANo/qNPxhzkRfN0/s320/kerala51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332252324587539506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thousands of people witnessed spectacular fireworks ahead of Thrissur Pooram, one of the most colourful and grandest temple festivals, in Kerala 'Thrissur Pooram', Yes, I could go, but missed it again :( But few reflective sensation ----&gt; Thrissur Pooram is celebrated at the premises of the Vadakkunnathan Temple, situated on a hillock (Thekkinkadu maidan) right in the centre of the city, on the Pooram day in the month of Medom (April-May). Processions of richly caparisoned elephants accompanied by percussion ensembles from various neighbouring temples culminate at the Vadakumnathan temple. The most impressive processions are those Thriuvambadi Bhagavathy from the Thiruvambadi Sri Krishna Temple and the Paramekkavu Bhagavathi from Paramekkavu temple. The celebrations which last for over 36 hours includes parasol displays and firework shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_3kay4ZQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bVfRqeM6byE/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_3kay4ZQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bVfRqeM6byE/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332252688870040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You have so much to see and hear in the two days of the festival. Start with the Panchavaadyam of Madathil Varavu. The heat would be so unbearable, but you would ignore it when you hear the legendary artists performing right in front of you (by the way, if you want to hear the best Melam artists performing, come to Thrissur Pooram). You will see many foreigners on the road but don’t be surprised if one of them told you that they came from BBC or a French or American television channel to cover the program. If you did not want to miss the Paandi Melam of Paramekkavu, walk past the cheering crowd to the Sreemoolasthaanam of Vadakkumnathan Temple. Pause a bit on the way to listen to a team performing Naadaswaram. Enjoy the music a little and if you are thirsty, have a glass of sambhaaram from the near by houses or stalls that supply it for free. Rush along to hear the Paandi Melam and on the way collect all the goodies you get for free - the newspaper, butter milk, a paper cap or a handheld paper fan to beat the heat. Watch around while you walk, you would see some of the famous elephants in Kerala (or perhaps in the whole of India). You might just want to stop and see their elegant look with all the ornaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_340QRcYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TiUVu5jM1sI/s1600-h/thrissur-pooram2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_340QRcYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TiUVu5jM1sI/s320/thrissur-pooram2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332253039301587330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rush inside the Vadakkumnathan temple after you are done listening to the Paandi Melam at Sreemoolasthaanam. The Elanji tree awaits you to treat with the famous Elanjithara Melam. Sway along with the crowd and their waving hands in the air, cheer at the peak of pleasure that only music can bring. Then head on towards the Thekke Nada to watch Kudamaattam. Keep your heads up in the air, while you watch the beautiful umbrella exchange, or else you may not be able to breathe properly among the lakhs of people around you. Give a smile at the TV cameras in the area, your friends or family watching numerous TV channels which broadcast Pooram live may get to see you on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_4t1DQQ2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gOMMIQTixIE/s1600-h/3492784415_e0d803d702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_4t1DQQ2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gOMMIQTixIE/s320/3492784415_e0d803d702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332253950048486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is not time to leave yet. There is a grand firework ceremony in the early morning next day which is a very famous part of Thrissur Pooram. So you can either hop over to a cinema theater nearby to watch a Pooram special midnight show or check out the Pooram Exhibition. I would suggest that you take a walk in the Swaraj Round though. To smell the pooram. The smell of Pooram consists of the Panthams (cloth lanterns) lit in the night and of the aana piNdam. :-) You would also get to see many small Poorams entering in the temple throughout the night. So don’t even think of sleeping at night. In the early morning, open your eyes and ears for the grand fireworks ceremony .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You will hear comments like  “isn’t it Paramekkavu Rajasekharan?“, “Thiruvambadi Kannan looks elegant!“) blah blah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &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/8730379924383098489-3829868008232885958?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/3829868008232885958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/05/thrissur-pooram-i-missed-it-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/3829868008232885958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/3829868008232885958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2009/05/thrissur-pooram-i-missed-it-again.html' title='Thrissur Pooram !!! I missed it again, reflective sensation'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/Sf_3PNvKjDI/AAAAAAAAANo/qNPxhzkRfN0/s72-c/kerala51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-2000145181749576077</id><published>2008-11-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:11:54.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>One day for my society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SSK-adoRu3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/r2xnW77GB3U/s1600-h/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SSK-adoRu3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/r2xnW77GB3U/s320/IMG_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269983875816340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;..those were the best days of my life, yes on Oct 11th 2008, it was another awesome and unforgettable day in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I was thinking about the embellishments am having with current life, there are quit major part is suffering with one or another reasons, so we are nothing among them. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt; That leads me to spent some time with underprivileged children in Bangalore, Ora volunteers day made it possible through one day science exhibition with Orphan / underprivileged kids. While blaming on what I don't have, and what I have to achieve blah blah blah ...revealed that I have all flair to lead great life, I realized the happiness from those innocent faces, and the joy that they had with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt; Kids were very happy to see planetarium, technical museum, more over their happiness, very enthusiastic to ask questions to understand things, lot of fun and games with those kids, so finally I could make one day busy for my society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730379924383098489-2000145181749576077?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/2000145181749576077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-day-for-my-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2000145181749576077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/2000145181749576077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-day-for-my-society.html' title='One day for my society'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SSK-adoRu3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/r2xnW77GB3U/s72-c/IMG_0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-4275297222463073551</id><published>2008-09-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:01:06.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Another Awesome Onam !!!  (Ormakal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onam&lt;/span&gt; approaches now, what I feel is that we are in a world that is totally different from what&lt;br /&gt;it was yesterday. We belong to a generation that has passed by, and to the next generation Onam is totally different from what it was for us.&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations started in those days with quarterly exams getting over and Onam holidays starting. All the kids would get up early in the morning and go hunting for flowers from the nearby houses! It was a hilarious, joyful time for us; it kept us in touch with nature, with the environment. We could identify the plants and name them, pluck them the previous day and keep them fresh overnight, without fridges, we could learn to match the different colors on the carpets. And we competed between them to make the most number of rounds, the best carpets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SMgKYhWu3PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GLLWw8bMxDI/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SMgKYhWu3PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GLLWw8bMxDI/s320/DSC00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244453182459796722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days!&lt;br /&gt;But today by switching on the TV, through the Onam visuals, we invite Maveli by spreading the floral carpet or letting out the traditional `Aarappu", or squatting before the tender green banana leaves. It is TV that reveals the facets of Onam to viewers, for many of whom it is a total surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today"s pookalams are designer-made, crafted from Thovala flowers of Tamil Nadu. Children have become separated from nature. Even Fun is sitting before the TV surfing channels, savoring the menu presented by the different channels.&lt;br /&gt;The harvest festival turned as a market-centered, the time for discount sellers and loan sharks. Unless it is youth festivals or beauty contests no youth belonging to the MTV generation will ever want to be clothed in the traditional Malayali dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we don’t have trees in compounds or flats’s, so no swings for the women and children,&lt;br /&gt;and beauty conscious woman are not ready for kaikottikali. Thalapanthu, parisamuttukali and other games for the men are passes in the era of cricket. Pulikkali and Boat races are for tourist extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for Onam cuisine can be tedious, depriving them of precious TV watching time. People are made to order the packaged Onasadya, either from caterers or hotels. Only the minimum dishes are prepared at home, with packaged chips and pickles and kalan giving them enough time to watch TV and celebrating onam with film families came on channels. Onam is the time for NRI Malayalis and Malayalis in other States to wing home to celebrate. In such families there was a better semblance of Onam, with Onakkodis and partly made-to-order sadyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SMgKxsKYreI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9e7jyv2aG48/s1600-h/1310841815_dc75cfade5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SMgKxsKYreI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9e7jyv2aG48/s320/1310841815_dc75cfade5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244453614857530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol also douses the urge to venture out, as tipplers prefer to stay at home and relax, enjoying&lt;br /&gt;their drink and watching TV. Alcohol is an inevitable accompaniment to festivals and celebrations. It is the fizz from the bottle that enhances the fizz of festivals and this Onam is no different.&lt;br /&gt;The element of fun, the definition of joy, the visiting and sharing and being together is passes. One wonders when fast food will replace the traditional sadya, when paper plates will displace the banana leaf and when Maveli will be welcomed to the clink of spoon and forks!&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/8730379924383098489-4275297222463073551?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/4275297222463073551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-awesome-onam-ormakal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/4275297222463073551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/4275297222463073551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-awesome-onam-ormakal.html' title='Another Awesome Onam !!!  (Ormakal)'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SMgKYhWu3PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GLLWw8bMxDI/s72-c/DSC00339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-7266474044091824281</id><published>2008-06-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T05:23:14.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>The day that changed the climate ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SEfaJgTdSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6qcP7oRx6MM/s1600-h/PGH_Exhibition_00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SEfaJgTdSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6qcP7oRx6MM/s320/PGH_Exhibition_00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208371350902491346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... All are dashing to look for new houses/apartments, which is emerging in bangalore or like most other cities never before, may be IT changed it, does it mean IT changed climate too ? yahh at some extent. The environmental eye view of the GARDEN CITY, IT CITY, PUB CITY, SILICON VALLEY OF INDIA BENGALOORU has changed, all because greenery substituted with buildings. The thinning tree cover, contaminated water, garbage in drains and polluting industries that have consumed Bangalore's water bodies, are all indications that environmental disaster is already upon us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..and today World Environment Day, commemorated each year on 5 June, is one of the principal vehicles through which UN stimulates worldwide awareness of the environment and enhances political attention and action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It can be celebrated in many ways, including street rallies, bicycles parades, green concerts, essay and poster competitions in schools, tree planting, recycling efforts, clean-up campaigns and much more. In many countries, this annual event is used to enhance political attention and action.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by tree planting with green hands project, let us give something to the coming cohort ….&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/8730379924383098489-7266474044091824281?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/7266474044091824281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-that-changed-climate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/7266474044091824281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/7266474044091824281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-that-changed-climate.html' title='The day that changed the climate ....'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SEfaJgTdSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6qcP7oRx6MM/s72-c/PGH_Exhibition_00101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-5636808503437314463</id><published>2008-04-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:10:47.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence...'/><title type='text'>Silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SA_rahT9cWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d2CzSnZfn6s/s1600-h/keep-silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SA_rahT9cWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d2CzSnZfn6s/s200/keep-silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627736232685922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Shh... Let the noise die out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Let the beauty sprout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Let the music be heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Let silence b uttered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The most beautiful words are the once left unspoken;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The most beautiful emotion is tacit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The most beautiful thought is nothing but a love token&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; For the one, you could die but not part with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silence is approval, silence is denial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silence is love, silence is betrayal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silent are the tears, silent is a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silent are the views spread over a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silent are the prayers that are answered in the Eden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Silent are the rages of the angels in the heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Mercy is silent and so is vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; No word can express mind, as can silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Words are misjudged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Expressions are neglected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; But has ever been the silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Of the young bride misinterpreted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Shrieks go unheard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Moans are ridiculed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Has the silent drop trickling down the mother's eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Been ever misunderstood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Laughters lose their glamour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Parties become monotonous;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; But the smile of the father after his first-born arrives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Shall always remain gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; When the chill of death passes through the spine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; When the silence's heard clear, the call of the divine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; When the blanket, so dark, so warm, is spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; To wrap us up in the silence of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; It is then that silence is truely valued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; And given the respect it has always deserved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The aura of silence is then understood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; For death is silent and so is birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy:  SEG's iOpener- Oracle&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/8730379924383098489-5636808503437314463?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/5636808503437314463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/04/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/5636808503437314463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/5636808503437314463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/04/silence.html' title='Silence...'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/SA_rahT9cWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d2CzSnZfn6s/s72-c/keep-silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730379924383098489.post-7991514956441806610</id><published>2008-04-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:42:29.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vishu'/><title type='text'>Vishu Kaineetam ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/R_-UsRNKZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ujep8a5N_4k/s1600-h/DSC087981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/R_-UsRNKZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ujep8a5N_4k/s320/DSC087981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188028784007865650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remembering those homesick days, waiting eagerly for this ritual. The elders of the family starting with the grand father or father give away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kaineetam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; to the younger ones, yes that will evocative in whole life. The Kaineetam consists of coins (now mostly notes) with Konna flowers, rice and the gold from the Uruli. The gold and the rice are returned to the Uruli and touch the eyes with flower. In my childhood, it was a custom to give Kaineetam to all the people associated with the house such as servants, field workers and land-tenants. The principle is the symbolic sharing of the prosperity and wishing happiness for all.&lt;br /&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/8730379924383098489-7991514956441806610?l=sparkle-roops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/feeds/7991514956441806610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/04/vishu-kaineetam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/7991514956441806610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730379924383098489/posts/default/7991514956441806610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkle-roops.blogspot.com/2008/04/vishu-kaineetam.html' title='Vishu Kaineetam ...'/><author><name>Rupesh ....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340191265054497179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eodAGBPBAA/R_-UsRNKZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ujep8a5N_4k/s72-c/DSC087981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
