<?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-5947234951906049960</id><updated>2012-01-08T18:25:55.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Scribble Book</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a place for me ... for you to pour your " Thoughts " ... share your " Feelings " and write your " Emotions ".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scribble Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505085559182685517</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-628686962372691988</id><published>2011-11-26T23:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:47:53.585+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SoMe tHiNgS iN LiFe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some things in life end sooner even before we realize how and when it started.  I keep wondering why these things happen in life and keep thinking for reasons.  I know that i sound silly thinking for reasons, but i couldn&amp;#39;t help it because these instances cause a lot of disturbances in ones life and families.  No matter what happen, whatever disturbances... life doesn&amp;#39;t stop, it just goes on and you get busy to live your life.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scratches get mended as time passes by and we tend to live in the present and try to forget the past, but somewhere deep down the heart i keep asking myself ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it easy to disregard the past ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;is it easy to forget the bitter feelings ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it so simple to forgive ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again and again i have asked these questions to myself and i got no answers.  I wish this would have been just a dream, just a mere dream and nothing more.  I thought about this over and over again and started realizing that i was in a shock till now and i need to slap myself out of it.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been foolish ...i haven&amp;#39;t been thinking straight  ...i was afraid ...not ready and i was confused, the final result was a blame, i was blamed and i think i deserve that.  I think i don&amp;#39;t have to dislike or hate anyone even if i&amp;#39;m blamed and it doesn&amp;#39;t matter if i&amp;#39;m or not worthy to be loved, it really doesn&amp;#39;t matter to me anymore because i know that i have done my part of the mistake.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i come to think of it, i began understanding that my questions are wrong, easy or not never disregard your past because you will miss the all best times, bitter or not never forget the feelings because they are not born out of despair and that they were once true feelings... simple or not there is no reason not be forgiven because its just a mistake and no one has control on it ... i have done mistakes too.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947234951906049960-628686962372691988?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/628686962372691988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-things-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/628686962372691988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/628686962372691988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-things-in-life.html' title='SoMe tHiNgS iN LiFe...'/><author><name>BMR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514289039154483844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-8539442535930641049</id><published>2011-09-30T21:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:45:37.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A BrOkeN ReLaTioN ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The relations will never be same once broken and the very slightest disturbance causes a great damage. &amp;nbsp;Once a relationship&amp;nbsp;breaks&amp;nbsp;the differences may take a very long time to clear ... or may stay forever, just like the cracks on a mirror. &amp;nbsp;Every time we look into the mirror the crack reminds us of the past and nips our thoughts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sure it takes a great deal to overcome the downbeat feeling that got imprinted on the heart, because the very same damp feeling weakens your optimistic attitude towards keeping up the relation alive. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We fight for money, lifeless things and many other over relations, its because at that time we lay the importance of the relationship behind, we fail to think ... we fail to be patient ... we fail to make a right choice … we fail to use the right words and we fail to set our priority.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I totally agree that at that instant the circumstances just take place as they are not intended.&amp;nbsp; But, no matter what the instances are… before any misunderstandings arise, just a minute of thinking … a bit of patience … a nice word … and more importantly … putting the significance of that relationship in front&amp;nbsp; …caring for it will indeed help us save our relations … be it Friendship … Love … or Marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have experienced that the relations will never be same once broken unless you truly care for it and i have learnt that it's the choice of priority that we give to a relationship and they do not have a meaning if you do not mean it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The only force that can stop your relationship with anyone from breaking is YOU.&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/5947234951906049960-8539442535930641049?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8539442535930641049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/broken-relation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/8539442535930641049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/8539442535930641049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/broken-relation.html' title='A BrOkeN ReLaTioN ...'/><author><name>BMR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514289039154483844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-7847248580228372068</id><published>2011-08-28T02:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:48:17.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It Hurt's...</title><content type='html'>It hurts when someone ignores you, it hurts more when a heart is broken.  It hurts when someone blames you for something you hadn&amp;#39;t done; it hurts when people talk on you back; it hurts when people make fun of you and it hurts when you are not treated well.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure everyone of us would have been hurt in this life for some or the other reason., but did we ever realize that we may be hurting the other person, did we stop and think for a minute that we may be a reason for someone who&amp;#39;s hurt, that someone is hurt because of something bad that we have said or mistreated or made fun of something which is valuable to them.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i don&amp;#39;t know. I have never thought of it now and i have been realizing these days.  Yeah, it&amp;#39;s true what ever you are thinking. &amp;quot; I have been Hurt&amp;quot;. But, more than that i have realized how bad i have hurt others and i do not know how can i ever heal those gashed that i made.  It&amp;#39;s true that we learn or realize only after getting up after falling down, with the exceptions of those who live no regrets for their misdeeds.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always believed that most of us do not want to hurt anyone deliberately and i believe that i haven&amp;#39;t hurt people intentionally.  Life can be so hard sometimes that we stop using our inner mind and become the puppets of our own odd feelings and we end up hurting other people and of course hurting ourselves.  But, all i think important is how quick we realize our mistake and ask for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can think... differentiate good &amp;amp; bad... have feelings... can love and want to be loved... and so does every human being.  However, we always get side tracked by anger, jealousy, etc; and we do not realize that we are hurting others feelings.  A split of a clock&amp;#39;s tick ...the damage is done and i&amp;#39;m sure that we can&amp;#39;t help it always, but the question is ...do you have the guts to accept your mistake and convey that you are truly sorry?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to gather all my guts and say sorry for that one person i know that i have hurt so badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What About You ???&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947234951906049960-7847248580228372068?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7847248580228372068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/7847248580228372068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/7847248580228372068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurt&apos;s...'/><author><name>BMR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514289039154483844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-4088018507900194947</id><published>2011-08-20T18:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:05:29.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Waiting in a nice restaurant, looking at the watch, sipping the coffee, waiting for our friend ... love ... or a colleague to come and "expecting" them to be on time; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Given all the hard work, Did the best that can be done, now awaiting the result.. "expecting" the positive;&amp;nbsp;Waiting for the clock to tick 12 midnight on our birthday and "expecting" warm wishes from the very one we so wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice little word this "&amp;nbsp;Expectation&amp;nbsp;" is !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, leads to another little word " Disappointment " many a times :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whenever we are disappointed, there you go ... we hear a Voice ... a Word ... a Suggestion from a Friend ... Parent ...Guardian advising you.. "My Dear !!!, do not expect, for it would lead you only to disappointment". &amp;nbsp;Are expectations always disappointments?? Honestly ... i&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;think so. &amp;nbsp;Then why do many of us come to a conclusion that we shouldn't be expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations should be there in life and if there are none how can we possibly achieve anything we desire so much. &amp;nbsp;It's alright if what you have expected didn't happen this time and you have every right to get&amp;nbsp;disappointed, But ... the only thing to remember is ... there is always another time, another&amp;nbsp;opportunity, another luck. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay if our friend did not wish as always, it's okay if we didn't get what we want in life,&amp;nbsp;It's okay if got rejected by the one we love, it's okay if we did not receive help when we needed, it's okay if we do face too many failures. &amp;nbsp;We just have to understand and accept that it's Okay if something did not happen as expected, because it's just an incident, a&amp;nbsp;brief moment that passed in your life, but taught you something more important and that is what we need realize. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the rest of the life laid ahead of us, many&amp;nbsp;lessons to learn, wonderful times to spend, lots of smiles and sometimes cry, lots of friends to tease, and finally ...&amp;nbsp;lots ... and lots ...and lots of&amp;nbsp;Expectations&amp;nbsp;!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointment Is Needed For A Better Homework.&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/5947234951906049960-4088018507900194947?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4088018507900194947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/4088018507900194947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/4088018507900194947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s Okay !!!'/><author><name>Latha Allipilli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079271408925762150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-7801411555604014438</id><published>2011-08-19T11:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:14:06.104+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is a blend of feelings...</title><content type='html'>Life is a blend of feelings.  Every feeling is an important ingredient without which our life is flavorless.  All the ingredients well mixed help us to attain true flavor of the life.  This life prearranged by the divinity is unfilled if we do not live it.  Does living mean to chase our uncultivated desires or fulfilling our profound dreams? Get all the treasures in the world, taste the victory by defeating your inner spirit.  The spirit of humanity, reach the heights of accomplishment.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would have already started an expedition towards our own providence but what is the destination?  Is it Love, Is it Wealth or Is is Power?  Or is there anything above all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the question remains as it is &amp;quot; What is my destination? &amp;quot;, because my need is never ending.  I need more ... a little more ... and little more than what i always had. I&amp;#39;m surprised that am never tired of chasing my fallow dreams and desires, never realizing all those great things ... wonderful times ... &amp;amp; lovable memories ... that god gave me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank god for giving me this life, for the loving family and caring friends he gave me, for teaching me the difference between good &amp;amp; bad, i thank him for watching me every step and lifting me up when i fell, wiping my tears and touching my heart, forgiving me for all the bad things i said, i did and still loving me so much, for loving me and letting me live.&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/5947234951906049960-7801411555604014438?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7801411555604014438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-blend-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/7801411555604014438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/7801411555604014438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-blend-of-feelings.html' title='Life is a blend of feelings...'/><author><name>BMR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04514289039154483844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947234951906049960.post-2997765317015396291</id><published>2011-08-15T11:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:48:22.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hi !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Friends ... Brothers ... Sisters ... Everyone i know by name ... by relation, here's my new blog for me ... for you ... to pour your " Thoughts " ... share your " Feelings " and write your " Emotions " !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947234951906049960-2997765317015396291?l=scribblebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2997765317015396291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/test-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/2997765317015396291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947234951906049960/posts/default/2997765317015396291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/test-post.html' title='Hi !!!'/><author><name>Latha Allipilli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079271408925762150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
