<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681</id><updated>2009-10-31T06:08:00.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal sunshine of an immaculate heart...</title><subtitle type='html'>Changes make us what we are...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>460</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8574855895528558172</id><published>2009-08-29T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:17:33.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not kidding you, atleast not now.</title><content type='html'>It's been roughly 3 months, since I last logged into my blog..it's like I have lost my touch of writing, the motivation to write and worse of all, the inspiration. I have all excuses in the world I can think of, to say why I have not been here for so long, but truly though, I would open my blog, look at the archives, think of good old days, sigh here and there, and then close it. Why I miss the inspiration or motivation to write, I guess sometimes I feel I have outgrown my blog, sometimes I feel, I make myself too vulnerable, opening up to the web world about my life..but I have a lot to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is expecting their first baby, should be a milestone in my life, it will be, but I wont be there to see the baby when she is born, I wont be there as the my friend transitions into motherhood..I'll be in my world, busy with my life..that makes me sound like a selfish friend, but in reality, that's how my life has turned out to be..being so far from family and friends, you really cant want to be part of all the goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents move out of a city, they have lived forever in a few weeks, into their homeland, I wont be there to be with them, help them, do what ever necessary, instead, I will be dialing there number from 10000 miles away, to find out if things are going on OK, if not, to try to tell them,what they already know, that they will figure a way out. My worth to them, might not have diminished, but what has, is my need, probably. Isn't that what every child is to their parent, to be needed, wanted..yet I am helpless, as I build my life so far away from them, and to know they want to me to do that, and not worry about them, that's priceless, but then again, that's being a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rising higher up in my career, I am meeting different caliber of people, and dealing with them differently, somewhere deep down, I have become more meticulously cold towards certain things in life, than I used to be. Is that something unique to me, probably not, "shit happens", like people say here..and you move on..have I inherited that in myself, may be 20%. I still worry on silly things at times, get worked up on things that are not big issues, yet I find myself being callous at times, to things that would have mattered, a couple of years ago. I seem to have become more "I need equal attention that I give" types, which I think is only fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends here think I am cool, classy and what not..I know I am classy, I am not sure about the cool factor, but I definitely know that I am not who I used to be. Yeah, everyone change, they become wise or otherwise. But I seem to have this eerie feeling of being stuck somewhere, not exactly sure where. My temper seems to be tipping towards flaring more often than not. I am restless and I know that. I could even laugh at how tacky the name of my blog sounds right now, but then, I am not really sure why I am so cynically now, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8574855895528558172?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8574855895528558172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8574855895528558172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8574855895528558172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8574855895528558172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-kidding-you-atleast-not-now.html' title='I am not kidding you, atleast not now.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-705845883440698743</id><published>2009-05-01T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:18:43.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long while..</title><content type='html'>It's been an awfully long while, since I have written anything, there are reasons for it..some very serious and some not so much. The US recession gave my job a scare, but I hold on to my position as of date and that's a good thing..&lt;br /&gt;On other things in life, its been going on great..superb actually.&lt;br /&gt;My special friend just became an uncle..and I couldnt be happier. Its such a joyous moment. I can hear his beaming voice, full of love and adoration for his little niece. Like he had been waiting all this while, for this beautiful little one, that suddenly changed all their lives and brought a bundle of joy. I wish I could record this moment myself, to be able to live it, when life begins to look dull, because there is nothing more magical than the birth of a child, the tiny hands and feet, the beautiful sleepy eyes and a fairly bald head, that wants to be cuddled and touched and loved and nothing else...ahh..the glory of life and the miracles of it. I wish him and his family ..nothing but absolute bliss...&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-705845883440698743?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/705845883440698743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=705845883440698743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/705845883440698743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/705845883440698743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-long-while.html' title='After a long while..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3426411197367778124</id><published>2009-03-10T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:04:51.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want..</title><content type='html'>Things I have done in my life so far..&lt;br /&gt;* Been the perfect student&lt;br /&gt;* Rebelled against parents&lt;br /&gt;* wished for vengeance&lt;br /&gt;* Ratted out cheaters&lt;br /&gt;* Been a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;* Read fewer books than wanted&lt;br /&gt;* Fought over silly things&lt;br /&gt;* Loved more than life&lt;br /&gt;* Cried more than worth&lt;br /&gt;* Done more than possible&lt;br /&gt;* Worked harder than needed&lt;br /&gt;* Patronized where not needed&lt;br /&gt;* Helped those who wanted&lt;br /&gt;* Listened and judged at times&lt;br /&gt;* Wronged and righted it out&lt;br /&gt;* Accepted defeat and moved along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to do..&lt;br /&gt;* Live the rest of my life with you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3426411197367778124?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3426411197367778124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3426411197367778124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3426411197367778124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3426411197367778124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/want.html' title='Want..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6288015628399250518</id><published>2009-03-03T17:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:04:41.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye mujhe, tu nadan yeh dil&lt;br /&gt;kitna intezaar aaj karayega&lt;br /&gt;sama saji hai, aaj mukamal hai&lt;br /&gt;meri duniya, teri intezaar mein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahti dariya ki lhroin se poochna&lt;br /&gt;Inteha kitni deti hai saahil ke intezaar ki&lt;br /&gt;Aaj asma bhi dhoobe-gar ansu-on mein&lt;br /&gt;Tamanna teri lekin, barkara mere dil mein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat, chahne wale ki adat nahi,&lt;br /&gt;mazboori kahlati hai Qalb mein,&lt;br /&gt;Majhdhar par aaj kasti, kinare ki khoj hai&lt;br /&gt;Naraz nazar apki, humari aur kuch roz hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6288015628399250518?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6288015628399250518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6288015628399250518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6288015628399250518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6288015628399250518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/aye-mujhe-tu-nadan-yeh-dil-kitna.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5211417545838021434</id><published>2009-02-20T15:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:50:07.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The disappointed self!</title><content type='html'>In life, we meet so many people along our journey, some people leave a deep, ever lasting foot print while walking with us and some tend to clover on our shoulder, piggybacking till they reach their destination..and then just jump off. I have met my share of both..the later a lot more often than the first. Recently I met someone in the first category, who happened to give me an insight at myself..by asking a simple question, you are not what you claim to be...and so begins..&lt;br /&gt;To many I come off as the ever smiling, cordial, jovial person, who is well grounded and yet to some I come off as a stubborn, and even sarcastic snob, who thinks she can do no wrong. I agree, occasionally I can be a real bull, unwavering in my ways, but I don't think I have ever been intentionally rude or snub someone..and the worst, I am always open to people telling me my short comings, but alas, people would rather gossip about it than tell me, straight up whats wrong with me, hell that helps so much, straighten out misunderstandings and in a weird kind of way, strengthens the friendship/bond. I have changed myself for many people, over the time, and yet sometimes I wonder, if I should have, sometimes I think I have changed for the better and sometimes not. For instance, I realized, only yesterday, while talking to a certain someone close, that I am not all that talkative anymore, that I claimed I used to be. I have quietened down quite a bit over the years, I don't know if thats good or bad, but it was never intentional, I realize, I don't hold long conversations without "so, whats next" or "what else" cropping up every now and then, unless I am talking to someone I haven't spoken for in ages! I do not like this change in me, for once, I want to go back to being able to talk for hours, on anything, now I seem to be able to sustain a long conversation, if its about life, philosophy or something related to cars/stars blah! How boring! Sigh...I am disappointed with myself. It would be right to say to myself, for once...change sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5211417545838021434?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5211417545838021434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5211417545838021434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5211417545838021434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5211417545838021434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/disappointed-self.html' title='The disappointed self!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4472336244339446070</id><published>2009-02-17T10:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:08:14.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A state of my mind...</title><content type='html'>Woh shaam kuchh ajeeb thi, yeh shaam bhi ajeeb hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh kal bhi paas paas thi woh aaj bhi kareeb hai &lt;br /&gt;Woh shaam kuchh ajeeb thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhuki hui nigaahon mein, kahin mera khayaal tha&lt;br /&gt;Dabi dabi hansi mein ik, haseen saa gulaal tha&lt;br /&gt;Main sochta tha, mera naam gunguna rahi hai woh &lt;br /&gt;Na jaane kyon laga mujhe, ke muskura rahi hai woh &lt;br /&gt;Woh shaam kuchh ajeeb thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera khayaal hai abhi jhuki hui nigaah mein&lt;br /&gt;Khuli hui hansi bhi hai, dabi hui si chaah mein&lt;br /&gt;Main janta hoon, mera naam gunguna rahi hai woh&lt;br /&gt;Yahi khayaal hai mujhe, ke saath aa rahi hai woh&lt;br /&gt;Woh shaam kuchh ajeeb thi, yeh shaam bhi ajeeb hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh kal bhi paas paas thi woh aaj bhi kareeb hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh shaam kuchh ajeeb thi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4472336244339446070?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4472336244339446070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4472336244339446070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4472336244339446070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4472336244339446070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/state-of-my-mind.html' title='A state of my mind...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3582238879937274969</id><published>2009-02-09T11:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:08:36.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What seems is never what it is!!</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated, pissed and mad, at my-own-damn-self, for letting get manipulated, by someone I thought was a close friend, only to find, otherwise!! This is so F'ed up!! I've to be the most naive idiot in town, to not have seen this coming before!! When on earth will I ever learn! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What seems is never what it is&lt;/span&gt;!!Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3582238879937274969?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3582238879937274969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3582238879937274969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3582238879937274969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3582238879937274969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-seems-is-never-what-it-is.html' title='What seems is never what it is!!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7453904572806291682</id><published>2009-02-04T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:04:38.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When he doesnt call..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/62478498/he_didn__t_call_me_by_pindur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/62478498/he_didn__t_call_me_by_pindur.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend (&lt;a href="http://www.ujjwalmoitra.com/2009/01/what-it-means-if-she-doesnt-call.html"&gt;Link to his article&lt;/a&gt;)suggested I take a pot shot at what it could possibly mean when a guy does not call,  when he says he would..from my perspective..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet him at a bar or at an office party or at a friends get together or just at a random place. Lets assume its a bar..He is a cutie, he thinks the same, and buys you a drink, some talk here and there..and by the time you realize, the evenings turned into night of laughter and you think you guys have clicked well and its time to go home, an awkward silence and then he asks for your number, tells he will call and you go back home, your ego inflated. A day or two later, the call never comes, you debate if you should call, but you wait and want him to call you first, thats the etiquette you have lived by..your hopes fade after a week..you wonder why!&lt;br /&gt;I say this is why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Giving him the benefit of doubt..He misplaced your number when he threw in his pants with his laundry. Guys seem to forget to check there pockets more often than they should! And had no clue what happened to the piece of paper he wrote down your number. He could have also lost it being overtly tipsy after the night, has no clue where he "safely" put it down. He knows he was sure he kept it by the computer, only there's a pile of other papers by it...everything but the number..anyways..so that could be a genuine possibility, however convincing the girl of it, would be nearly impossible.So thats almost a lost case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He liked you when he spoke but wasn't sure, he felt that spark or burning urge to meet again. Could be because of anything, the way you reacted to something he said, or how you managed yourself or how you behaved socially. It can be a major turn off for guys, I think, if you don't have an edge about yourself..as in, you are nice and all that, but sometimes guys seem to look for that x-factor that would set you apart from others..which could be..how flirtatious you are, how controlled you are after a few drinks or even what type of signals you send out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is a jerk and collects girls number just for the heck of it, to boast to his friends. In that case, you are better off not hanging out with him anyways. Such guys usually end up with someone their kind, who gives them a taste of themselves. And all he wanted was a good time, and was probably even looking for a ONS. Look out for such guys, they are not the kind you want calls from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He is shy, and is not sure when the right time is. He does not want to seem desperate and at the same time aloof or disinterested. He keeps talking about you to his friends and gets their idea on when the time is right, only he is too scared to take the next step and ends up pushing himself a little too far. I think the best in such cases,for guys would be to just listen to their heart and call, because if you guys clicked, trust me, the girl would be as nervous or anticipating as the guy..so no harm giving it a shot. But occasionally the guy just gets too carried away by the what ifs of rejection and then we all know the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is a Mama's boy and his Mom didn't approve of it! Yeah well...I have heard this reason, and have been stunned which is why I had to put it down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy's will remain guys. But I think, everyone deserves a benefit of doubt and occasionally, if the guy seems good, I think the girl should take the first step if its over a week that he hasn't called. You never know how things could change after that. You won't loose anything making the first step, at the maximum, he/she would say no, make an excuse, or keep the date..if you don't make the first effort, you will never really find out what you lost or got! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all those seeking... :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7453904572806291682?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7453904572806291682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7453904572806291682&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7453904572806291682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7453904572806291682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-he-doesnt-call.html' title='When he doesnt call..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8488683822476164699</id><published>2009-01-29T18:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:50:17.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a state of mind, that's neither ecstatic nor depressing..actually its saturated. There have been so many changes in so many places, I am just tired of changes now!!&lt;br /&gt;I need stability and I need it now! Sigh. I am rotten tired and frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8488683822476164699?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8488683822476164699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8488683822476164699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8488683822476164699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8488683822476164699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-in-state-of-mind-thats-neither.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3380272809139787657</id><published>2009-01-23T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:50:43.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Share a laugh !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7VrgKdcGEY"&gt;Click Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3380272809139787657?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3380272809139787657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3380272809139787657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3380272809139787657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3380272809139787657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/share-laugh.html' title='Share a laugh !!!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1986872672759787167</id><published>2009-01-20T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:34:27.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This day, This year...</title><content type='html'>At 12:05 pm EST, the world witnessed history made, as the then President Elect Obama, swore, before a jubilant crowd and the whole world, with his right hand raised and his left hand on the bible that his wife held..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I,Barack Hussain Obama,do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and became the 44th President of the United States of America. It has to be, no doubt, one of the most pompous yet humbling moment in American history so far. If only one could assess, what he must have been feeling, the immense pressure, the nervousness and the joy of winning the most coveted post in the history of mankind. This day, will go down in the history of a lot of things, as one of those days, that would have hopefully changed how the world sees US and how it would change in the next 4 years. Its one of those "You can hate him, but you can't ignore him" moments for the cynics and critics, and for those that love him, and have their enormous hopes pinned on his presidency, I think, if he could change things even by 10% positively in his first term, it would be a great success. Am I overwhelmed? Yes, a little, or may be a lot, which would explain the fervent refreshing of the online news portals or the frequent visit to the plasma screens at the cafeteria. I am happy, that this country is ready for the change that we need. I dont identify myself as an American, probably will never, but I can identify myself with the hope and words that Obama has so often spoken, and I am hopeful that the change he speaks will come, albeit late, but it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the offensive side of all this, however lies, some deep white supremacy and cynicism. What with the countless blogs, comments, and articles on how Obama's win is a sign of "socialism" and that US is headed to become a socialist government. Exactly how, goes beyond me. Why does, one of the greatest or rather wealthiest country in the world, cant see beyond race, prejudice and conformity? Obama , has a middle name, that became the topic of much discussion, his heritage, his upbringing and his color, of all things, became the talk of the opposed, rather than what is wrong in his policies. Can one ever have a fair and unprejudiced opinion, if they cant see beyond this man's color/religion? Would their sentiments had been same, were his name to be Barack Harold Obama or for that matter if he was a white man? Why is there so much racism, when this country is so desperately trying to showcase to the world, that they are secular, they are  diverse and yet unified? Why should one human be any lesser than the other because of how their skin color is? I hope Obama can prove all these people wrong, that is my only expectation from his presidency. I don't expect drastic changes or a sudden upheaval of the economy, what I expect is that, he proves to all those, closed-minded supremacist people, that there is light at the end of the tunnel,that does not necessarily have been built based on what they are used to. I wish this inauguration was more so remembered because a great man, an excellent orator and a great leader, has taken the reigns of the worlds largest democracy, rather than, that US has for the first time, sworn in an African-American with a Muslim father who was born in Kenya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1986872672759787167?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1986872672759787167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1986872672759787167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1986872672759787167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1986872672759787167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-day-this-year.html' title='This day, This year...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1599762682396442155</id><published>2009-01-18T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:26:54.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I...</title><content type='html'>Its empty again, I feel the hollow helplessness,&lt;br /&gt;when people come, they have to go, and when they go,&lt;br /&gt;they leave a trail of memories from long ago,&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone, mind aboard, a ship full of memories galore,&lt;br /&gt;When I see you next, I know I will feel this way again,&lt;br /&gt;for I know this was not the first, nor will this be the last,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we belong together, you say so while I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1599762682396442155?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1599762682396442155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1599762682396442155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1599762682396442155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1599762682396442155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-and-i.html' title='You and I...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2786390940443288613</id><published>2009-01-14T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:08:47.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The right questions?</title><content type='html'>What are the right reasons to do something right. Is it good enough to be just convinced that it is the right thing to do. Is being overtly righteous the most over-rated and the-thing-of-yesterday? What if the right reasons are all wrong? Would you stand up to it? Would you take the responsibility if the right thing and reasons, screwed your and others life up? Is it right to do something, if the right reasons are anything but purely selfish, even though the others in the equations would not be hurt? Is it right, we love ourselves the most..almost always?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2786390940443288613?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2786390940443288613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2786390940443288613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2786390940443288613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2786390940443288613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-questions.html' title='The right questions?'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6454408981665709848</id><published>2009-01-11T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:31:42.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>So the Philli Eagles won today and as I sit waiting to watch the Steelers game, Its been almost two years I remember, since I last watched the Steelers play the SuperBowl and win it in 2006. That was a memorable day, given that I was in pittsburgh :). Anyways, I will now sit and watch it in the comforts of my house..pending are the works of the house hold! I feel like a "Bai" today. Been brooming, grooming, cooking, washing and doing all the ing's of the house!! Dare I say I feel like a Housewife, without being married! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met most of my good friends yesterday at a bday party. Was fun, I for one, for some strange reason, was overly smiley. I realized that at the end of the party, even though, it was only one Zinfandel that I had gulped down! Huh! Must be the weather..I dont know. I am freezing very single bone in my body here! Its COLDD!!!! argh! I love snow..not the darned wind! Anyways, I am off to more Bai-ness.sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I say...GO STEELERS!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6454408981665709848?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6454408981665709848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6454408981665709848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6454408981665709848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6454408981665709848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5103952733692301322</id><published>2009-01-08T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:23:25.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>A new Year, a new beginning, one resolution and loads of hope from life. I have had a fabulous kick off for the new year with partying in Vegas and traveling all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;Some things in life have changed, I am sorry somethings didn't turn out the way I would have wanted them and then again, I am also glad that there's always a new beginning to everything. The guy search from parents side has ended on a cordial note. I am in high spirits otherwise, but a little ticked off at a colleague right now. Anyways, I am ready for all things good this year, 2008 was an year, i would rather not dwell on, now that its over and done with, in many ways I am glad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hottest news...oh well another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5103952733692301322?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5103952733692301322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5103952733692301322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5103952733692301322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5103952733692301322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3063508131750164244</id><published>2008-12-22T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:24:58.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home.</title><content type='html'>The holidays aka vacations are nearing the end, well not really, but its close to end of my stay in India. Lot of things have happened in a short month. Some with probably life long impacts and some with short life spans, but in all a well spent vacation. I hear its freezing cold where I live in the US, so not exactly the most inviting, but oh well.. :). Its almost Christmas time and I miss not being able to put up my 4 ft tree, all decorated and with fake presents :P. I do keep one present there, for myself, that I open on the day of Christmas. How sweet of me! Met some of my oldest friends while here, surprised a few with sudden visits, quite pleasing to see their shocked, surprised and happy faces. It feels good to know, there are people who would welcome me with open arms, invited or not.. sigh! Anyways, I am going back loaded , with food, a kg or two of flesh on me and plenty of awesome memories,enough to lead me through the new year! Well, I might or might not be able to update it until I'm back in the US, which wouldn't be until this weekend, so long then...and while you are at it..here is something I wrote to kill time (and mosquitoes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, one line,&lt;br /&gt;a moment is sufficient to make &lt;br /&gt;a life long dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes or open,&lt;br /&gt;the view of a far away ocean,&lt;br /&gt;wind chilled cheeks, &lt;br /&gt;warmed with your smiling streak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the flying time,&lt;br /&gt;I can't yet, I think,&lt;br /&gt;It will be back to fill,&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;and the memories I take by this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palms not been read,&lt;br /&gt;and the fortunes yet to be said,&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of silence&lt;br /&gt;I hear, a faint acquaintance, yet not clear&lt;br /&gt;your voice, a far, my ears&lt;br /&gt;long to hear the greetings of a soulful you...&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home.&lt;/span&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/8625681-3063508131750164244?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3063508131750164244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3063508131750164244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3063508131750164244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3063508131750164244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8186865257294355753</id><published>2008-12-15T06:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:55:18.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranged Marriage? and Me??</title><content type='html'>India has been a mixed package for me this time. Last time was rather heart wrenching for reasons I rather not think about now..but this time, its different. Albeit, its boring at times..but my stay so far has been relaxing, enjoyable and very comfortable. On time food, TV and everything I want..almost luxurious. Only a few days of which remain, however. These vacation times have almost become such precious moments of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below conversation happened almost an year ago..but its only now that I think i should put it here..as it really makes more sense..&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways, having turned past the age where most parents would have wanted their daughters married,my parents are obviously asking me questions, that I have so far precariously avoided. And being home didnt help a lot. So this time, I decided I would not only answer them, I might even give what they ask a thought, a genuine good thought. So come a week after my stay, my Mom, came by my room, spent some time looking at what I was doing, put some things in place and then sat on my bed..I knew it was time. I sat up straight in my chair and plugged my ear phones..yeah..which promptly came off since my Mom pulled the plug off my laptop. She went straight to the question,"When are you going to get married?" It was point blank and hit me like a wall. I didn't have an immediate answer, but said , when I find a guy, and I was mistaken to think she would leave me alone. Anyways, she asked if they should start looking for prospective groom and without the blink of an eye, I said "yes". So there, that satisfied them and let me be alone again...but only this time..I meant my answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a girl, who was 180 degrees against arranged marriage..I, for one,am sure this is going to be an experience I am going to remember for the rest of my life. Sooner or later I am going to be shown profiles of men, eligible for marriage, from a range of age group and asked to decide on a few..then if both sides agree..start talking/meeting or whatever..as much as I am skeptical of this whole process, I think it needs a fair chance and I'm willing to give it that. "&lt;br /&gt;That was till the early 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden change in heart and mind you ask? Because I have a new year resolution to live upto for 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8186865257294355753?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8186865257294355753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8186865257294355753&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8186865257294355753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8186865257294355753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/arranged-marriahe-and-me.html' title='Arranged Marriage? and Me??'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7835941232514693888</id><published>2008-12-11T06:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:57:15.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circular Life.</title><content type='html'>Life comes a full circle. Flipping through old photographs of days gone in college and school brings back memories of a time, I didn't really realize I would cherish so much. At that point I was so glad it was over. The photographs of college fests, with friends, at the food joint, dancing to some crazy song, boogieing around and looking probably the worst I ever have, and realizing, I could have cared less about it then. So many things have changed so much over the years. I still can't believe I only had access to cell phone in late 03..till then it was , thanks to much sort after land line. I don't really miss the time I spent in college, just a few memories I would any day love to revisit, sort some things that tangled on its way and just make it perfect, but then again, if it became perfect, I probably wouldn't remember it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home from my mini vacation, I have pretty much nothing to do, just hanging around the kitchen, munching snacks, watching countless hours of tv or logging onto the net to check mails. Pretty much that's what the schedule probably will be till I am here unless I go visit my friends and some other families..who want to see how "Amrika" has changed me..if I have become the so called "Firangi". I think people expect me to have two horns and a tail to may be..anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to Kolkata was surprisingly pleasant, given that I can't so much stand that city. I actually like it much more than here. I am quite surprised how much it has progressed over the years, how much more dirtier and polluted it has gotten and how indiscriminately men still stare, ogling at women, if she were to wear a jeans and t-shirt!! Oh well. The last part is still true in the south and much of the east. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing this short story, that I am yet to complete, may be before I leave India again, I'll post it. Hope all is well with everyone. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7835941232514693888?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7835941232514693888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7835941232514693888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7835941232514693888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7835941232514693888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/circular-life.html' title='Circular Life.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5781275055579700830</id><published>2008-12-01T11:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:17:28.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid bits update!</title><content type='html'>There's been so much going on since I have landed in India.&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai siege continued for hours after I got here, was glued to the TV.RIP all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Roads here are inundated with water, the normal journey of 30 mins from airport to home, took two and half hours, with totally broken roads and pot holes the size of mini lakes. &lt;br /&gt;Have been fed 4 times a day, must have added tons of calories and burnt none. Need to do something. Can't convince Mom I am not "Sickly thin"!! &lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes find me pretty delicious, no wonder my forehead looks like a peperoni pizza! I haven't scratched even one! What temptations in life!!&lt;br /&gt;Need to shop, haven't gone outside the house ever since I stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;Have either watched TV, played games, read books or just slept in the last 72+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;Good news, zero jet lag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5781275055579700830?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5781275055579700830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5781275055579700830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5781275055579700830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5781275055579700830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/tid-bits-update.html' title='Tid bits update!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1758959283899737002</id><published>2008-11-21T17:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:03:35.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl diary update.</title><content type='html'>Oh some updates here and there...&lt;br /&gt;Going on a month long India vacation! my next update might be either from an airport or from India..home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;Had tremendous amount of work the last week, and now I am all relaxed and tada!&lt;br /&gt;Need to start packing! First need to search for my suitcases! then plan.&lt;br /&gt;In love with Mario Lopez, Hugh Laurie, Matt Damon and Kunal Kapoor ! Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy thanksgiving everyone in the US..and spare the turkeys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1758959283899737002?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1758959283899737002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1758959283899737002&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1758959283899737002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1758959283899737002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-diary-update.html' title='Girl diary update.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4268192499256749722</id><published>2008-11-14T14:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:37:22.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night.</title><content type='html'>Strangers in the night,&lt;br /&gt;meetings are seldom quite,&lt;br /&gt;maroon is the color,&lt;br /&gt;of the heart you paint, is a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of emerald, shine on&lt;br /&gt;it feels heavenly when,&lt;br /&gt;you quitely,let me,&lt;br /&gt;my head on your shoulders,dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chugging clouds of night,&lt;br /&gt;the foggy mist, clear white,&lt;br /&gt;dew drops on me,and you&lt;br /&gt;cover my head with your hands, despite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence of the night,redefined,&lt;br /&gt;you sang to me, as I find,&lt;br /&gt;the night has just begun, &lt;br /&gt;and I am yet to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4268192499256749722?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4268192499256749722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4268192499256749722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4268192499256749722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4268192499256749722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/night.html' title='The Night.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4018113951446120759</id><published>2008-11-09T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:54:05.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more night..</title><content type='html'>One more night, one more night&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying ooh so long to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Let you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And if I stumble if I fall, just help me back&lt;br /&gt;So I can make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me one more night, give me one more night&lt;br /&gt;One more night cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one more night, oh just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more night cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been sitting here so long&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time, just staring at the phone&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering should I call you&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought maybe youre not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me one more night, give me just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Please give me one more night, ooh just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more night, give me just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Ooh one more night, cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;And if you sail away&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more night, give me just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I know therell never be a time youll ever feel the same&lt;br /&gt;And I know its only words&lt;br /&gt;But if you change your mind you know that Ill be here&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we both can learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one more night, give me just one more night&lt;br /&gt;Ooh one more night, cos I cant wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Phil Collins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4018113951446120759?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4018113951446120759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4018113951446120759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4018113951446120759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4018113951446120759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-night.html' title='One more night..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2691178458792545195</id><published>2008-11-04T11:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:19:00.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The primeval instinct.</title><content type='html'>It's so common, that we overlook it. No really.What I am talking about is one of the bookmarks of relationships. A man and a woman become friends from total strangers, they hang out, talk occasionally and then, the man realizes he has fallen for her. While, she has made it pretty clear, she isn't interested in dating, but just remain friends. The man tries his best to convince her, woo her further, floor her with compliments and make another go at it. She does not budge from her foot hold. They still talk and try to sort it out..suddenly the man seems to show less interest in her, that intrigues her, makes her wonder why. She starts to get more interested to know why he wont talk to her or spend time with her anymore like before, only this time, the man is really trying not to get any closer. All of a sudden, she starts thinking about him more often, and really wants to find out if somethings wrong. The man on the other hand, claims, he needs to be away from her, so that he does not fall for her further. This hurts her and she feels he will fall for someone else. This woman feels, she will become less important to him, and that someone will soon replace her position in his life. She is insecure, but does not show it out. My question, why do women push men away that they eventually end up thinking about/feeling insecure about/wanting more of them? Is it something that only women face or do men also face similar things? What if the man decides to cut off all ties, for his sanity, he is right on his own grounds, would the woman be right to feel hurt? This goes both ways..you can interchange man and woman and still find so many similar situations..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2691178458792545195?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2691178458792545195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2691178458792545195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2691178458792545195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2691178458792545195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/primeval-instinct.html' title='The primeval instinct.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1339975047020988489</id><published>2008-11-02T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:53:43.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As I</title><content type='html'>As I endure the cold night,&lt;br /&gt;you step in to comfort,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your voice,&lt;br /&gt;the subtle soothing words,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music in the distance&lt;br /&gt;the shinning crescent and the north pole&lt;br /&gt;I look wayward, and see a lone star falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look past the waves,&lt;br /&gt;you step in to look, with me,&lt;br /&gt;the finger you point to the ship afar,&lt;br /&gt;the giggle I share, as I look closer,&lt;br /&gt;proximity never was so close,&lt;br /&gt;the shinning lights of the ship and the waves&lt;br /&gt;I look wayward, and see you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I steal a quick glance,&lt;br /&gt;you hold my face up, my eyes shy,&lt;br /&gt;my hairs on my face,from the sudden wind,&lt;br /&gt;the shiver in your fingers run down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;my lips utter words yet no sound,&lt;br /&gt;the shine of your eyes, blind me and &lt;br /&gt;I, my eyes shut,and you stop time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1339975047020988489?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1339975047020988489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1339975047020988489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1339975047020988489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1339975047020988489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i.html' title='As I'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3545392720361696971</id><published>2008-10-29T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:36:31.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have made the statement very clear, its now about to be improvised. Only time will tell when and how, and if so, why. No more questions, I have never been so sure of my actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3545392720361696971?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3545392720361696971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3545392720361696971&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3545392720361696971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3545392720361696971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-made-statement-very-clear-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>susmita.dutta@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18364389585144137664'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>