<?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-8625681</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:55:44.064-06:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Sunset'/><category term='B&apos;day'/><category term='fishy'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Silly'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='family.'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='horoscopes'/><category term='V day'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='blacky'/><category term='my comeback'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Me likey.'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='St. Pat Day'/><category term='Work'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Me.'/><category term='Women and Life.'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='weather'/><category term='miss you'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='temptations'/><category term='world'/><category term='music'/><category term='break'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='angry'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Life'/><category term='people'/><category term='me-likey'/><category term='food'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='questions'/><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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>463</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4996426396452444577</id><published>2010-09-06T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:48:48.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><title type='text'>The Brace Face.</title><content type='html'>After close to 25 plus years, I finally am going to look like a teenager, literally and figuratively! My teeth were so all over the place, braces were the only options left..and these would be a part of my mouth for close to 2 years..sigh a long time..but worth it in the long run! The H has been extremely supportive of this and backed me through the whole initial steps..the most annoying part? The teeth extractions...not one, not two..10 of them! Which includes the very painful Wisdom teeth and all 4 of them at that!! Ugh..glad thats over and done with. Getting the rest of the braces fixed this week, excited is a funny word to describe my emotions right now, but I am, to finally take the right step towards a healthier dental hygiene! I am on a complete liquid diet for a few weeks..but that is having a good side effect... loosing weight! Makes me glad! Soups, mushy food and healthy nutrients are the way to go for me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all the dental grossness, life has been good. I have started volunteering for &lt;a href="http://wiki.vibha.org/Milwaukee:Home"&gt;Vibha&lt;/a&gt;, a non-profit organization that helps under-privileged children back home in India get primary education! It feels great to be of help for such a great cause...makes me feel I am giving back to the community in anyways I can! With respect to that, we are having a charity run this coming weekend..hopefully we get through it without any hiccups!! &lt;br /&gt;Cheers peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4996426396452444577?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4996426396452444577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4996426396452444577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4996426396452444577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4996426396452444577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2010/09/brace-face.html' title='The Brace Face.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1631172245336069776</id><published>2010-07-26T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:14:55.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A second chance.</title><content type='html'>An advent into the new life and a few steps here and there, and viola,its all different now! What you ask? My life for instance? A new job, a new family, a new husband( can they ever get old ~ literally yes, figuratively that is?), the same me, a new place, a new home and a whole new world undefined, raw and ready for me to mold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured becoming a Mrs. wasn't going to be that hard, but over the last 3 months, boy have I been proved right! Yes, right! May be it attributes to a rather easy husband and an adorably loving in-laws that I landed! Touch wood? Yes, I am touching as much of the wood as I could possibly can.I lucked out! I am still Me,the same Me, who is extremely independent(good n bad) and among all other things, still loves to write, but one thing I have to say I have new in me is, I feel I have a purpose and reason for all things I do. It's just not for me anymore, which I could have cared less before, and that is such a profound feeling. To do something, out of your own self for someone else's convenience is such a great feeling. I try not to get carried if some of the small deeds go unnoticed, but I err at times. To instantaneously become an aunt to someone, to become a niece to someone else and sister in law to another, its overwhelming, but when you sit back, relax and think about it, these relations are also so fresh and new, you pretty much control how you want to form them and in which direction. Often I hear and have repeatedly heard from newly wedded women, how over burdening their in-laws are, how they have to follow traditions to a T,etc etc, but honestly, I think, its a two way road,you give respect you get some. If one stubbornly disregards what the in-laws insist has been their tradition for ages, one is going to be met with immense resistance, ill feelings and what not..I am no pro in it, I am sure if I were living in India and had to follow these things,and work and do everything else, I would be at my wits end too, but then, as cliched as it is, everything, and everyone can be won over with love, time and patience, it really does! I have learnt that sacrificing some things so that others can be happy, only elevates you in their eyes and that opens so many more doors for moderation! Many often tend to forget that when they marry someone, they are NOT marrying just the guy, its literally the whole family!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guru that I am, learning things as I go..and all I can say in these 3-4 months, love grows and relationships grow stronger, only if they are both nurtured. Life should not need compromises from only one end..it has to be mutual adjustment..it takes a lot of patience and a lot more energy and a life time to make any relationship a success, marriage is just a way to make a new beginning at it...a second chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1631172245336069776?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1631172245336069776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1631172245336069776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1631172245336069776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1631172245336069776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-chance.html' title='A second chance.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5663362007215634160</id><published>2009-11-29T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:59:55.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-Life-Change-Balance.</title><content type='html'>If life were to be my master and I, an obedient pet, it would be having the hardest time trying to put a leash around me..for I have been all over the place in the last few months. Busy would be an understatement. Work- Life balance is what I have been perfecting, and I wont say I have had a good grip of it yet, probably will take a very long time to figure it out, apparently, from the wise, I hear, that's what makes the hair go gray! huh..so much for a simple life?&lt;br /&gt;So, the big news, I am gonna become a Mrs. soon..pretty soon..and thats a big step in my life..a step I have thought about and taken and now that I have taken it, I am not looking back. I sure will miss my single life, but there's a point where I want to not be single anymore and I think I am very close to that point.So, all said and done, I'm gonna be saying and doing the needful to close this deal very soon ;-).&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, I have been traveling quite a bit, south, west, all over the place...and I am enjoying, not that I have never enjoyed traveling, but then ,these are places I would have given anything to go to, and the truth is, I didnt have to give anything, except that it literally came and fell in my lap. I semi-full filled another one of my childhood dreams of being able to be associated with the largest space organization in the country. I am happy for me. I hear its good to know what your childhood dreams are and to be able to selectively tick them off one at a time..I am done on two of them for now.&lt;br /&gt;I survived an year of extreme cost cutting and head count shedding at work, and that makes me feel a lot better. I am not sure if it says something about my credibility at work or that I have been extremely lucky, to be at the right place at the right time with the right people. I have to say though, I do one of the most comfortable teams to work for and with, couldnt ask for more on that front, there is a certain advantage in being the only woman in a section 10 men, sometimes it can be challenging, but in my case, it has so far been a boon.&lt;br /&gt;Its a late sunday night right now, and I should be heading for the bed...oh wait..I have a day off tomorrow..haha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5663362007215634160?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5663362007215634160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5663362007215634160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5663362007215634160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5663362007215634160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-life-change-balance.html' title='Work-Life-Change-Balance.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-514268440183059755</id><published>2008-10-26T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:23:13.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best to me so far..</title><content type='html'>"Your eyes are deep..a man will drown in them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, I know, I make sure I can look up to myself everyday, For I am my own biggest critique and the best admirer.I love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-514268440183059755?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/514268440183059755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=514268440183059755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/514268440183059755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/514268440183059755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-to-me-so-far.html' title='The best to me so far..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6547318013265214567</id><published>2008-10-24T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:23:41.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me likey.'/><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>What is the best way to address over-the-top adulation and praises? I have no clue! Suddenly it seems, I have become very visible all over the social and official circle! Like I suddenly opened a Pandora's box! Sigh! As much as the girlie girl in my absolutely loves it..I am a skeptic..is it all genuine or are there ulterior motives behind it..sometimes I just take it as it is and not think more of it..occasionally it becomes a passing thought and I sit and think. Oh and these are not just the men alone, women I can understand,they wanna know where I bought a certain dress/shoes. But men? Hmm..well for now, I am just going to enjoy it while it lasts! :-D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6547318013265214567?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6547318013265214567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6547318013265214567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6547318013265214567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6547318013265214567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1909026147496412475</id><published>2008-10-23T17:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:17:13.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me likey.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><title type='text'>Silly me.</title><content type='html'>There is something about the Navy that attracts me..be it Merchant Navy or the Marines. The crisp ironed uniform, the discipline and the respect..Sigh! My childhood dream was to either be one, or marry one! Lol..the former didnt come true, even though even now I have strong urges to get into a late program, and as for the later, I have no clue,as things are now, I don't think so :). But none the less..I 'm enamored with the Navy and everything related to it..especially a certain, NCIS :-) oh and on other news, I am crushing Dr.Gregory House :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1909026147496412475?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1909026147496412475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1909026147496412475&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1909026147496412475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1909026147496412475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-me.html' title='Silly me.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2515416988175871887</id><published>2008-10-16T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:12:54.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, when I first saw you, I didn't think much. I would walk past you and still not turn back. I saw you work, I saw you talk, and yet I kept quite and went about my work. It was to be only for a short while I thought, I can get out of here quick I figured. Then one day you looked my way, I looked up and looked your way. Did I smile? I remember not. You greeted and I smiled, shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, your words kept getting deeper into my head. Your thoughts kept creeping back into my brain. My eyes would open and the close again, for dreams of you kept getting better and sane. I thought I would neglect it, ignore it and deny it. You had other ideas. You put one arm behind you and one in front, asked me to dance. I held your hand, gentle and slow, and took the steps, I knew not where would go. Starry night, staring straight with delight, I looked up and wished upon a star saying good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish,oh mine, was granted so well, I lived in a dream, surrounded myself. Neither food, nor water could make me alive, your voice, your call, was just suffice. A call here, a call there, my ears awaited for the ring, unsung. Gossip would shy, people would sigh, you and I , were enamored with life. Life you were, of mine and I placed it in a shrine.Your smile, your words, left a note, and a deep desire. I carried you in my heart, adored you with a soul so far, loved to love you, cared to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart today, you live on forever.So does, the gentle touch of your words and the hug of our eyes together, the wisp of fresh air and the clouds above, your search for the immaculate, pristine world and your road to a destiny while I was right here. If you turn back ever, remember why the footprints were solitary, for I might be long gone, in your pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritedly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2515416988175871887?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2515416988175871887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2515416988175871887&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2515416988175871887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2515416988175871887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8670193875387762292</id><published>2008-10-14T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:48:04.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a blank slate.&lt;br /&gt;No Chalk. Nor Eraser.&lt;br /&gt;No Light. Nor Candle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scribbled over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm washed over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scrubbed over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a blank slate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8670193875387762292?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8670193875387762292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8670193875387762292&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8670193875387762292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8670193875387762292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-blank-slate.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3830411848128359903</id><published>2008-10-12T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:25:07.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood I can take!</title><content type='html'>I just confirmed I don't squirm at gore anymore, I watched Body of Lies, without flinching or shutting my eyes at anything that was shown...I am officially cold. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3830411848128359903?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3830411848128359903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3830411848128359903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3830411848128359903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3830411848128359903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/blood-i-can-take.html' title='Blood I can take!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3116306456059648686</id><published>2008-10-05T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:43:48.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tum..</title><content type='html'>Ek aasma ke rang mein,&lt;br /&gt;koi nagma hai chupa kahin,&lt;br /&gt;tum kahte ho nazar utao,&lt;br /&gt;humari nazaroin mein tum chupe ho kahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch gulal ek gaal par,&lt;br /&gt;kuch angare mere mann mein,&lt;br /&gt;tum sunate ho shankh ki gunj,&lt;br /&gt;humari kanoin mein, gunjti awaz tumhari hain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lal kiranoin ki subaha mein,&lt;br /&gt;peele lahrate khetoin mein,&lt;br /&gt;tum ate daud kar aise ho,&lt;br /&gt;Hawa ka koi jhonka saath late ho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankh khuli jab bhor hui to,&lt;br /&gt;sapna sa laga, ahsaas hui jo,&lt;br /&gt;tum nahi to, kuch bhi nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;aaj tanha utne hi hain hum,&lt;br /&gt;gum mein chod kar chali gayi thi jab tum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3116306456059648686?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3116306456059648686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3116306456059648686&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3116306456059648686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3116306456059648686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/tum.html' title='Tum..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7619697234346788371</id><published>2008-10-03T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:17:17.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood anyone?</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I have stopped feeling eeww about a lot of absolutely gruesome things. And when I mean gruesome, I literally mean gruesome, let me instantiate..4 years ago, when I saw the first video of an innocent Korean being beheaded by militants in Iraq, I cried my guts out for an hour, swore never would set foot in the US, didn't want the people I loved to come here either, didn't want anyone I knew to be in a country against whom the jihadi's were waging a war. I felt so weak, I could have almost fainted. The horror of a man dying and that being telecast worldwide, on NDTV, CNN etc, made a deep impact on how heinous human kind had become, there was no mercy for anything and people would not stop at anything to get what they wanted. That poor Korean died a horrible death, so have thousands of other suicide bombers, innocent Iraq's, Soldiers, Daniel Pearl, Neil Borg and lord knows how many more such unknown, innocent people. &lt;br /&gt; Fast forward 4 years, I have watched videos of body parts/dead bodies strewn over roads of suicide attack, of bomb blasts, that of murder victims, you name it, I probably would have seen it..though I didn't see the video's of Daniel and Neil, I saw the video of an innocent Iraq girl being stoned to death because she wore slightly western clothes and had a so called boyfriend from another sect of the community that was hated by her own, oh and who started the stoning? her own brother, followed by her cuzs. Yeah, I am not kidding, you can google it up and find the video of you tube. Anyways, the point being that, what has happened to me? What has happened to my sense of grossness. I wonder at times, how I can watch these videos without flinching ones, without feeling, nauseous. I feel terrible afterwards for the way they died, I feel angry that no one came forward to help them, that they didn't deserve that, but that subsides over my own issues and then it happens all over again when I see something new. Its not like I google these videos up, I might just happen to read some news somewhere, which might have a link to something and that might to something, so on so forth and in the end, I find myself googling up for someone/some incident in particular, about which I had no idea about,when I first started reading. This is not just with dead people or something thats got to do with death. I used to feel nauseous looking at pictures of operating tables with doctors operating on sick people, the fact that there was so much blood and all the parts and all..its changed. I can watch hours and hours of documentary about some particular type of cancer/ skin disease or something so gross that I cant even actually imagine could happen to people. I wonder whats gotten into me. This is not how I was...I am different. And to make matters worse, I rationalize with myself, that its the reality, blood, body, parts, everything is part of human being, one pore opens too wide, theres going to be fluids all over, that's how we are made. its biology, and somehow it seems to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt; I though think, my attitude towards this whole thing has changed because I have seen tons of my own blood ooze out,when I smashed my finger in my apartment door, and broke it. That was the last time, I flinched at blood. I hope I am still sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7619697234346788371?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7619697234346788371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7619697234346788371&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7619697234346788371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7619697234346788371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/blood-anyone.html' title='Blood anyone?'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5807454180454441618</id><published>2008-10-01T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:58:48.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip girl - 2.</title><content type='html'>Dear GG,&lt;br /&gt;  Fresh juicy gossip I just heard!! Apparently A has a secret admirer, who is trying to find out if she is single. His friend called me to find out about her "status". Well,what was I supposed to do? I told what I see..even though A is joined by the hip with B, she claims they are just friends. Yeah right. I mean, we all know as a matter of fact that B likes A, oh oh, I hear he has told so to others ;). None of my business, I know. Anyways, so coming to A &amp; B, well they hang out day in day out, well not day , but night in &amp; night out, or may be, who knows. The chat window apparently is always open on their comps with each others windows, they drive together everywhere, ahem..so anyways..I told she was single, thats what she told me, not really to me, but to my friend actually, so I was not wrong..right? Well the even juicier part now..she thinks every guy she works with is waiting to hit on her,..muwahahaha..and I also know that she is most definitely not gonna get wooed by him. See..she and he are from totally different parts of the country they belong to.:D. Doesn't work, atleast if I know her right.Psst..A does not do a good job at what she gets paid for either...I have a friend, who has a friend, who works with her, and all I hear is, she keeps chatting and roaming around all day..and if one day she happens to work, she will make sure everyone knows of it..and a lil birdie told me, ah nevermind...more for later..xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5807454180454441618?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5807454180454441618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5807454180454441618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5807454180454441618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5807454180454441618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/gossip-girl-2.html' title='Gossip girl - 2.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6089660751838739197</id><published>2008-09-24T21:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:14:02.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip girl - 1.</title><content type='html'>Dear GG,&lt;br /&gt;  I heard this today from the queen bee."I am a normal girl, leading a normal life. I am successful, witty, smart and happy(may be).I don't really have any significant problems in life, yet, but for one little . I have some married friends and some friends with boy friends. I get invited to parties they throw, almost always, I go.Sometimes, in the spur of the moment, I have caught these men steeling glances and staring. Sometimes they are married/taken or single (very rare!). Anyways, I don't know how to react if I catch them in their act, I usually just smile, one because they are my good friends, second, I know their significant other too well to do anything at that moment. For the sake of not loosing my friends, I don't go to parties, if the girl of the guy isn't gonna be there. I feel way too awkward. My close friend says, I am just thinking about it too hard and that all men look at other women and there's nothing wrong in it. Abby, I know it when a man's stare means something and when it's just a passing look. These men I know are good people, people with good wives/girlfriends. For the sake of my sanity, I have distanced myself from a few and the friendship has gotten estranged. I dont know how to deal with it anymore. I dont wanna risk more than what I have, if you are going to suggest getting my own man, well, that's a whole different story all together. I'm happy the way i am right now, except for this little itch on my sanity". xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6089660751838739197?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6089660751838739197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6089660751838739197&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6089660751838739197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6089660751838739197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/gossip-girl-1.html' title='Gossip girl - 1.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2363033843729676034</id><published>2008-09-20T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:43:41.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaj jane ki zid na karo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;Yunhi pehlu mein bethey raho&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaye mar jaayein ge&lt;br /&gt;Hum to lutt jaayein ge&lt;br /&gt;Aisi baatein kiya na karo&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhi socho zara&lt;br /&gt;kyun na rokein tumhey&lt;br /&gt;jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaatey ho tum&lt;br /&gt;tum ko apni qasam jaan-e-jaan&lt;br /&gt;baat itni meri maan lo&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt ki qaed mein zindagi hai magar&lt;br /&gt;chand gharriyain yahi hain jo aazaad hain&lt;br /&gt;inko khho kar kaheen jaan-e-jaan&lt;br /&gt;umr bhar na tarastey raho&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitna masoom rangeen hai yeh sama&lt;br /&gt;husn aur ishq ki aaj mein raaj hai&lt;br /&gt;kal ki kis ko khabar jaan-e-jaan&lt;br /&gt;rok lo aaj ki raat ko&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;Yunhi pehlu mein bethey raho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Farida Khanum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;listen to this on youtube if you must, but be warned, it will not only drive you nostalgic, but be sure to have your loved one by you, else you will be in tears..:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2363033843729676034?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2363033843729676034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2363033843729676034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2363033843729676034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2363033843729676034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaj-jane-ki-zid-na-karo.html' title='Aaj jane ki zid na karo..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5823437243503055537</id><published>2008-09-18T18:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:14:23.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant.</title><content type='html'>People love to humiliate and hurt each other. Hold grudges and throw accusations and lie. And they say, what happens behind closed doors should remain so, only to be the most vocal source of it. Huh! chapter close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5823437243503055537?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5823437243503055537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5823437243503055537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5823437243503055537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5823437243503055537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant.html' title='Rant.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7218635047940673421</id><published>2008-09-11T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:46:45.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A miserly thought, a selfish plot&lt;br /&gt;laid out plans, executions blotched&lt;br /&gt;who's to blame, you point your fingers&lt;br /&gt;one towards me and 4 unto yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act of cowardice, the plays not over&lt;br /&gt;screens not fallen, the scripts doesn't cover&lt;br /&gt;multiple personalities, one soul&lt;br /&gt;you are the evil, you point to my role..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen hero, untouched patriot,&lt;br /&gt;you mock freedom, in the face of a riot&lt;br /&gt;burning hell, randomness prevail&lt;br /&gt;you sickly smile, I stare at the veil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mockery and back stab, is all that's left,&lt;br /&gt;you change the end, and cry its theft&lt;br /&gt;Ideas plenty, minds though empty&lt;br /&gt;you and me, and no eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7218635047940673421?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7218635047940673421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7218635047940673421&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7218635047940673421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7218635047940673421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/miserly-thought-selfish-plot-laid-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2158747731530785400</id><published>2008-09-06T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:06:19.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>what goes on in a man's mind, when the doc's ask him to choose bet'n his wife and child?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in a mother's mind, when she watches her child being wheeled in?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in a man's mind, when his wife is delivering?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in your mind, when you see public display of affection?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in your mind, when you see a situation go out of control in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in your mind, when you are not given a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in my mind? I bet I wouldnt be writing if I knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2158747731530785400?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2158747731530785400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2158747731530785400&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2158747731530785400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2158747731530785400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1233971778670892605</id><published>2008-09-03T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:51:03.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes millions of hours to make something good..and a split second to ruin it all..and I just proved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1233971778670892605?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1233971778670892605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1233971778670892605&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1233971778670892605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1233971778670892605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-takes-millions-of-hours-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5586536340504731994</id><published>2008-08-27T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:23:14.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Sang to me..</title><content type='html'>Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;When I called you late last night you see&lt;br /&gt;I was fallin' into love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was crashin' into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh of all the words you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;About life, the truth and being free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You sang to me, oh how you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I live off how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;So I question all this being real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not afraid to love&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I'm not afraid of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this day seems made for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me what life needs to be&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you sang to me, oh you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while you were in front of me I never realized&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I feel it&lt;br /&gt;When you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I feel it&lt;br /&gt;When you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to think you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how this could be&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm crazy for your love&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm crazy for your love&lt;br /&gt;The words you said you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;you sang to me, oh you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while you were in front of me I never realized&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I feel it&lt;br /&gt;When you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I feel it&lt;br /&gt;When you sing to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5586536340504731994?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5586536340504731994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5586536340504731994&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5586536340504731994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5586536340504731994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-sang-to-me.html' title='You Sang to me..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1339768896962525010</id><published>2008-08-17T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:40:37.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>When sadness in voice and sorrow in eyes,&lt;br /&gt;evident in all talk, yet no tears suffice,&lt;br /&gt;pain's receding,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts preceding,&lt;br /&gt;there is a point of no return,&lt;br /&gt;turns have been taken,&lt;br /&gt;slings shot,&lt;br /&gt;what remains,&lt;br /&gt;lonely souls,empty heart and&lt;br /&gt;a mind devoid of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1339768896962525010?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1339768896962525010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1339768896962525010&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1339768896962525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1339768896962525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3339095630725273223</id><published>2008-08-08T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:25:25.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At peace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crunchydomesticgoddess.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/022407-012-4x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://crunchydomesticgoddess.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/022407-012-4x5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtsey : &lt;a href="http://crunchydomesticgoddess.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/022407-012-4x5.jpg"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3339095630725273223?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3339095630725273223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3339095630725273223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3339095630725273223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3339095630725273223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-peace.html' title='At peace..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6512154392806062098</id><published>2008-08-03T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:14:47.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life becomes so much more less complicated, when I accept the truth and tell myself,Its going to be OK. &lt;br /&gt;Destiny is inbuilt, reality is surreal and I'm still partially sane.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to a conclusion always is not what a situation demands, neither is assuming and pressuming a whole lot of different issues. Life as I see it can be a complex melodrama of reciting poems, written by someone higher up and we are all merry puppets. &lt;br /&gt;No I am the Joker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6512154392806062098?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6512154392806062098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6512154392806062098&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6512154392806062098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6512154392806062098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-becomes-so-much-more-less.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1189811002500361693</id><published>2008-07-27T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:48:22.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang de Basanti...</title><content type='html'>Tu bin bataye mujhe le chal kaheen&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tu.. muskuraye meri manzil wahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meethi lagi, chakh ke dekhi abhi..&lt;br /&gt;Mishri ki dali, zindagi ho chali,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan hain teri baahein mera sahil wahin...&lt;br /&gt;Tu bin bataye mujhe le chal kaheen,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tu muskuraye meri manzil wahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann ki gali tu phuharoon si aa..&lt;br /&gt;Bheeg jaye mere khwabon ka kafila,&lt;br /&gt;Jise tu gungunaye meri dhun hai wahin..&lt;br /&gt;Tu bin bataye mujhe le chal kaheen,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tu muskuraye meri manzil wahin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1189811002500361693?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1189811002500361693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1189811002500361693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1189811002500361693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1189811002500361693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang de Basanti...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4274665550277613771</id><published>2008-07-19T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:19:11.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My words plenty, my desires empty&lt;br /&gt;day by day, a months plenty&lt;br /&gt;thou shall not speak, &lt;br /&gt;I need a skin I do not seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4274665550277613771?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4274665550277613771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4274665550277613771&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4274665550277613771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4274665550277613771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-words-plenty-my-desires-empty-day-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8386830056303286411</id><published>2008-07-18T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:52:25.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious??</title><content type='html'>Bcoz The Knight is the darkest before the dawn...&lt;br /&gt;A must watch, absolutely spell bounding thrills, actions and shots..Heath Ledger, undoubtedly takes the lead in everything sadistic he does and he but noone else could have done justice to the character of Joker and boy did he!!  Watching the first night first show, for the first time in my life, was a thrill of its own, but watching Christian Bale as the ever heroic Batman, is awesome!! I loved it! I am not a big action flick fan, but this movie, tht I was convinced to wake up in the middle of the night to watch, was worth, every single damn minute of the two and half hour!! You will not even realise, when the movie is about to end..and the end..is just the beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8386830056303286411?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8386830056303286411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8386830056303286411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8386830056303286411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8386830056303286411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious??'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2288095907241538444</id><published>2008-07-13T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:39:06.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Accustomed to mediocre self&lt;br /&gt;mounting pressures, tantamount to pain&lt;br /&gt;exhausts never a relief,&lt;br /&gt;waters greasy and wounds dont lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married to a bull,selfish and coward&lt;br /&gt;raging anger, a piece of tower&lt;br /&gt;agony of self and murderousness prevails&lt;br /&gt;salting the pepper aint same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coining topics to play the game,&lt;br /&gt;the monotone of a voice unknown&lt;br /&gt;try, but you might fail, &lt;br /&gt;its known as Life,&lt;br /&gt;Swollen, sudden and frail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2288095907241538444?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2288095907241538444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2288095907241538444&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2288095907241538444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2288095907241538444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/accustomed-to-mediocre-self-mounting.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2854525060384648543</id><published>2008-07-08T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:02:42.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actions count more than words? or does harsh rude and excruciatingly hurting words count more?? Which is more hurting, something you do bcoz you have to do or something you say despite the fact that you dont have to?? I am totally rotten angry now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2854525060384648543?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2854525060384648543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2854525060384648543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2854525060384648543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2854525060384648543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/actions-count-more-than-words-or-does.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3372801887563085848</id><published>2008-07-06T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:02:52.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love</title><content type='html'>She thinks of the time spent,&lt;br /&gt;She mourns the time gone,&lt;br /&gt;She grabs the fleeting memories,&lt;br /&gt;and she tries to get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts of the blanket, secure&lt;br /&gt;her mind , in a trance, demure,&lt;br /&gt;her trinket, left untouched, so sure&lt;br /&gt;yet she felt lonely, no cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought, does he think&lt;br /&gt;she thought, does he still think&lt;br /&gt;she said, I shouldnt I know,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small tremble, big tremors,&lt;br /&gt;the hearts seen, all rumors&lt;br /&gt;breaking apart in a split,&lt;br /&gt;stitches leave marks, &lt;br /&gt;for the loves been slit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3372801887563085848?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3372801887563085848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3372801887563085848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3372801887563085848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3372801887563085848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-love.html' title='For the Love'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7784274769294838146</id><published>2008-06-28T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:16:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Dream ++</title><content type='html'>I have been back home now for 2 weeks, and it feels good to be back. Having seen some nicer parts of Italy, I feel, no let me correct, I FEEL, great! Ever since I knew what the leaning tower of Pisa was, I always dreamt of being able to see it, before the inevitable took it upon itself to level it. And to realize another one of my childhood dreams, wow..that was indeed a moment of hmmm...I dont know if i can really ever verbalize how I felt, standing on top the Tower and looking up in to the cloudy sky, and saying,"God, Thank You." I know I couldnt have done it without luck and my parent's unconditional push for me to get where I am..its really a huge step for me. One ancient wonder of the world was down! Now many more to go...The next time I get to visit Italy, I want to see Rome,the ever famous Colosseum...and the Roman palaces...My totally agree to what my Mom says.."If you want it good enough, and work on it, you will get it." &lt;br /&gt;As for why I feel ecstatic on fulling my childhood dreams, I just finished reading Randy Pausch's book. He is a professor from my Alma matter and I have never been inspired so much more by one person's life..Its a must read..it will change your perspective of life and everything around you..so go Google it up and make your life what you wanted it to...not what it becomes of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7784274769294838146?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7784274769294838146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7784274769294838146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7784274769294838146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7784274769294838146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/childhood-dream.html' title='Childhood Dream ++'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1049791464606357039</id><published>2008-06-06T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:27:49.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realising the childhood dream...</title><content type='html'>Sitting here in the 5th largest city in Holland, I feel I have come a full circle. 20 years ago, in Salt lake,part of then called Calcutta, there would be herds of Hollestine aka Holland's cows that would come grazing on the open fields and then the milkwoman would milk them and sell us the milk..and they were large cows and there Moo's were louder. Looking out of the window everyday at 5pm, I would wait for these big cows with bells to come to the field and eat at their own slow pace..sorta gave a peace..and now, here I am sitting in the country itself, and I talk of the circle, because while traveling in the train, I not only saw herds and herds of cows, it felt like dejavu for me, all over again..I smiled to myself..indeed its a childhood dream come true..20 years later, but albeit true..&lt;br /&gt;As souveniers from the country, I bought myself what Holland is most famous for, windmills and Cows..and I got myself a minature of both...it feels good...oh btw, I had come here for work..and Now I will be leaving for Italy, again for work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1049791464606357039?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1049791464606357039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1049791464606357039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1049791464606357039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1049791464606357039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/realising-childhood-dream.html' title='Realising the childhood dream...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5343683745727063763</id><published>2008-05-30T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:56:07.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big S!</title><content type='html'>Having watched the evening show of "Sex and the City", I asked myself, I am not gonna be a 40 year old unmarried woman, my parents wouldnt let that happen, but would I be in the same mental and emotional state as Carie,Miranda or Samantha were? Would I be also married and yet not feel the essence of having been married, would the vows be really taken serious till death do us apart? I dont know the answer to any of these, do I hope to know? may be and may be not. I used to live life as it came and as I grow older, I seem to anticipate and assume so much more of it, that I do realise, when it does happen, half the joy is lost, because, somewhere down the lane, I had prepared myself for it. &lt;br /&gt;One thing, I rightfully realize, is that sex is such a big part of marriage, or atleast so it seems in this country..or may be its just my ignorance. But honestly, does just humping away every other day really keep a marriage going? I don't think so, even though I am definitely not the right authority to say that, but oh well. I have heard it so often, Men fear their women would put a full stop to their wonderful sex life, if they change their women from girlfriend to wife..and often, I have noticed, through articles and stories and columns, that somehow in many cases they are right, and in many cases the women cant get enough...how do such wrong pairs get made? why do women lose interest? or do they really? or is it all just what men perceive? I wonder ..now that I think.. we will leave that at that..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of why women change after marriage, or why men choose that as their favorite reason if caught cheating, I would definitely like to know. Is it just always easy to get away blaming the other party or is there some important element thats missing from their life? I am inclined to think, its love..but I know many will disagree..most of the marriages in India, that are blindly arranged are totally taken for granted, couple of years down the lane..and then I am not sure what holds it, the having-gotten-used-to-living-with-a-person or truly-having-fallen-in-love-with-your-partner-part.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell...or will it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5343683745727063763?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5343683745727063763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5343683745727063763&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5343683745727063763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5343683745727063763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-s.html' title='The big S!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6315285815130727763</id><published>2008-05-20T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:11:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The legacy of a brown skinned girl</title><content type='html'>The comments I collected from random people on my way to a business trip..funny, embarrassing and outrageously obvious...&lt;br /&gt;* You look so young, good for the company!&lt;br /&gt;* What is a pretty, young girl like you , doing sitting alone?&lt;br /&gt;* I have to say, you are good looking, dark skinned, intelligent and very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the getting stared at in the face inconvenience..&lt;br /&gt;its funny since I had no clue just race could actually make such a huge difference...as  much as it feels good to be complemented, it starts to become a lil too obvious where all the complimenting and being nice is intended to lead...but like i have been told before..I am tough cookie to crack :-).&lt;br /&gt;Have fun ppl n be safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6315285815130727763?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6315285815130727763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6315285815130727763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6315285815130727763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6315285815130727763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/legacy-of-brown-skinned-girl.html' title='The legacy of a brown skinned girl'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-9191424376753591526</id><published>2008-05-15T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:39:34.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another..</title><content type='html'>Another Day&lt;br /&gt;Another Year&lt;br /&gt;I turn around&lt;br /&gt;Its in 5th Gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month&lt;br /&gt;Another Year&lt;br /&gt;I look back&lt;br /&gt;Its so so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Year&lt;br /&gt;Another dear&lt;br /&gt;I am so sure&lt;br /&gt;the end is not near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 25th B'day to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-9191424376753591526?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9191424376753591526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=9191424376753591526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9191424376753591526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9191424376753591526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/another.html' title='Another..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1734078054863890031</id><published>2008-05-09T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:11:31.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wanted:&lt;/span&gt; Words that convey the meaning and your true thoughts and yet hurt. Those that can put those concerned in a spot and make them squirm for the right words. Those that are honey coated in sugar and yet blast grander than TNT.Those that can make one go silent in shame.&lt;br /&gt;That word...is Truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1734078054863890031?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1734078054863890031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1734078054863890031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1734078054863890031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1734078054863890031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/word.html' title='The Word!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3029765687963573294</id><published>2008-04-29T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:40:57.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>If you put money in a FD account, you might get it doubled in 5 or 10 years&lt;br /&gt;If you put money in a bank account, you get a small percentage of interest on it&lt;br /&gt;If you put money in a relationship, there is nothing that comes off it.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3029765687963573294?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3029765687963573294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3029765687963573294&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3029765687963573294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3029765687963573294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-put-money-in-fd-account-you.html' title='...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-9143920446684837961</id><published>2008-04-24T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:56:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To remain...</title><content type='html'>The sadistic smile my face blooms with&lt;br /&gt;every pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I tell thee above all, for you shall see&lt;br /&gt;the same light you shine on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not now or ever, its now and forever&lt;br /&gt;your mind, explodes in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;mine settles in tranquil n I surrender&lt;br /&gt;for I am not the same, u changed and I remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the winding dreams&lt;br /&gt;cover them with lifes sweetness and honey cream&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow might come too quick,&lt;br /&gt;and I might be gone, and you would remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-9143920446684837961?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9143920446684837961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=9143920446684837961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9143920446684837961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9143920446684837961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-remain.html' title='To remain...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-9033258448632148485</id><published>2008-04-17T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:51:52.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye.</title><content type='html'>I pampered you and you hampered my tries&lt;br /&gt;You smoldered while I watered&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed you and you chose to say good bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-9033258448632148485?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9033258448632148485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=9033258448632148485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9033258448632148485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/9033258448632148485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-439408004290927050</id><published>2008-04-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:01:13.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life gives you lemon, Ask for Tequilla and Salt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-439408004290927050?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/439408004290927050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=439408004290927050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/439408004290927050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/439408004290927050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-life-gives-you-lemon-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-801647239337702152</id><published>2008-04-10T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:39:52.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She..He..n the Truth.</title><content type='html'>She bought herself a Maggy London dress..wore it for his B'day, as they dined in a posh restaurant, drank expensive wine, talked about beautiful things...&lt;br /&gt;She says "You look very dashing in that shirt I gifted you.. Honey!! I bet those girls in the corner are eying you!"&lt;br /&gt;He says "You really think they are??" &lt;br /&gt;She thinks "What the hell!!you wish!" and says "Do you care?" batting her eye lids.&lt;br /&gt;He says.."No sweetie you are my girl.."&lt;br /&gt;She asks "How come you haven't said a word about how I look?" &lt;br /&gt;He says..searching for words "I am out of words, you look that beautiful." thinking, "I am screwed! Its a dry run tonight!" &lt;br /&gt;She says.."You are lieing..You didn't even look at me well once.."&lt;br /&gt;He says "Oh..ok..If you say so." &lt;br /&gt;She..well she is on her way out...He...well God help him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-801647239337702152?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/801647239337702152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=801647239337702152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/801647239337702152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/801647239337702152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/shehen-truth.html' title='She..He..n the Truth.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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-8625681.post-2583919765913292807</id><published>2008-04-07T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:27:40.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hear from U...</title><content type='html'>MeMeMeMeMeMeMeMeMe&lt;br /&gt;MeMeMeMeUMeMeMeMe&lt;br /&gt;MeMeMeMeMeUsMeMeMe&lt;br /&gt;MeMeMeMeWeMeMeMeMe&lt;br /&gt;MeMeMeMeMeMeMeMeMe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..its all about Me ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;So you say...I say OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2583919765913292807?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2583919765913292807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2583919765913292807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2583919765913292807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2583919765913292807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-hear-from-u.html' title='What I hear from U...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3427521965867148326</id><published>2008-04-03T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:53:20.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>A n B are a couple.A proposes, B disposes.&lt;br /&gt;C n D are a couple.C proposes, marries E, wants D.&lt;br /&gt;A n D are friends&lt;br /&gt;...and then there is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3427521965867148326?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3427521965867148326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3427521965867148326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3427521965867148326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3427521965867148326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8435567989562601195</id><published>2008-03-30T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:10:49.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Do you wrap an wound with band aid so tht it heal quicker? or Do you let be in the open, just cleaning it,so that it can heal on its own?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you have a hole in the heart? Does the blood flow freely through it?Does it flood your heart?&lt;br /&gt;How many neurons in the brain does it take to think? &lt;br /&gt;Why does pain cause relief to some and sorrow to some?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter, who cares and who doesnt? If it doesnt, why do you care then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8435567989562601195?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8435567989562601195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8435567989562601195&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8435567989562601195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8435567989562601195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4770424374883206911</id><published>2008-03-26T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:18:00.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many words, too few ways...</title><content type='html'>Random words. people's scars.Tooth decay.Its all in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes back around.&lt;br /&gt;victim of day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Chided by the Pragmatic.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered by the loved.&lt;br /&gt;Questioned by the superior. &lt;br /&gt;Addressed by the insane.&lt;br /&gt;Fished by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm at every step.&lt;br /&gt;volatile mouth.&lt;br /&gt;sterile brain.&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant other and a characterless snicker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4770424374883206911?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4770424374883206911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4770424374883206911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4770424374883206911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4770424374883206911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-many-words-too-few-ways.html' title='Too many words, too few ways...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5104388663889034314</id><published>2008-03-16T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:32:21.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its you, not me...</title><content type='html'>Words people utter: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that dress you bought is expensive..hmm you know you dont have a boyfriend right, so you don't have that expenditure, and thus you can spend on other things.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had held you to a higher standard..and thought you were better than me on being emotional...but I guess.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not getting that right, you need to learn from me, see how I do it, follow me..we need to be perfect, right now you are not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgemental people and sharp tongues, aren't they plenty around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5104388663889034314?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5104388663889034314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5104388663889034314&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5104388663889034314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5104388663889034314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-you-not-me.html' title='Its you, not me...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-160135806694668762</id><published>2008-03-05T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:46:51.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>**A dream to remember**</title><content type='html'>Of all the things one would dream of, this is what I dreamed of yesterday night...I am wearing a baby pink colored small polka dotted half sleeve shirt and jeans and sitting in a classroom, which is full and where am I sitting..first row, of the class, which has only one chair! Alright, so I am sitting there with my books and stuff and someone announces he have a  guest visitor..and Lo behold!! guess who the visitor is??? well no one can really guess it even in their wildest dreams..its Mahmoud Ahmadinejad!!! Yes yes! the current president of Iran!! I mean..who? he?? why he? Dont ask me..I am as clueless as anybody! anyways, so he walks into the classroom and what is the first thing he does/notices..my half sleeve polka dotted shirt! He points at it and say..this is what I dont like about the US...not cool for women..scared of him, what do I do, i point to a full sleeved sweater i had beside and ask him if wearing that would be ok to him..he says yes, and I put on my turtle neck Grey sweater!!! and then i woke up..all totally confused...I have no idea..why i had such a weird dream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On further Analysis..I used to own a baby pink polka dotted shirt, about an year or so ago, and I was reading news of Ahamdinejad's visit to Iraq!! but Gosh!I never believed my seemingly harmless brain can concoct a vivid and out-of-the-world dream as this..that too early in the morning!! God forbid it from becoming true EVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-160135806694668762?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/160135806694668762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=160135806694668762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/160135806694668762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/160135806694668762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-to-remember.html' title='**A dream to remember**'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4889529815795845009</id><published>2008-03-02T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:28:18.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents: When are you getting married X 10/call an day.&lt;br /&gt;Bro/SIL: Did you find someone yet? Should we put up ads. x 3/call/week.&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Whose the lucky guy? Why's your profile not single..x 5/call/month.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Someone buy me a ticket to the Arctic. I will marry an Eskimo n have a family with     the penguins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4889529815795845009?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4889529815795845009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4889529815795845009&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4889529815795845009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4889529815795845009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/parents-when-are-you-getting-married-x.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5813175902667659878</id><published>2008-03-01T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:23:20.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have stopped cooking. Its almost gone to none. I dont know how I am surviving.I dont get take outs either. How the hell am I alive? well now that I am, what is stopping me from cooing? Nothing really, I just totally lack the motivation to cook. Nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5813175902667659878?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5813175902667659878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5813175902667659878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5813175902667659878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5813175902667659878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-stopped-cooking.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1443708906552549902</id><published>2008-02-26T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:32:37.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealt with it?</title><content type='html'>Some people never realize how much being mean can hurt. They just blurt out what ever comes to their mouth, irrespective of what the other person might think or feel. What possibly can one gain from hurting another person?? What do such people lack? self esteem or are they just born mean? &lt;br /&gt;I feel the same about sarcasm and rudeness..some amount of sarcasm is good in life...but when you cant speak without being sarcastic, then there is something not right out there...to me atleast sarcasm is just a smarter way of being rude/mean. I dislike both. But I am guilty of angry sarcasm too...and I state, only angry sarcasm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1443708906552549902?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1443708906552549902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1443708906552549902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1443708906552549902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1443708906552549902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/dealt-with-it.html' title='Dealt with it?'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1302999219303266369</id><published>2008-02-23T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:23:16.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You or me?</title><content type='html'>Giving up and trying to patch up...&lt;br /&gt;Talking and yet scarring...&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and then lieing...&lt;br /&gt;Trying and yet repenting...&lt;br /&gt;Committing and then recanting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worse?&lt;br /&gt;Your pain or mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1302999219303266369?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1302999219303266369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1302999219303266369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1302999219303266369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1302999219303266369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-or-me.html' title='You or me?'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4393938202517378263</id><published>2008-02-21T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:53:20.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year is not supposed to be an astrologically good year for me...seems like there is only 20 days out of the 365 days in the year that are only super good...rest are all hovered over by rahus n ketus...well not that i totally believe in all this..some how my glue like memory seems to remember these and bring them out of hibernation at the most inopportune moments! And then freak me out! I don't know about astrology, but life right now for me, is like walking on a vertical sheet of glass..if i slip, i fall either way, if i put a strong foot down, i fall even then..what the hell am I to do? I have not the slightest inkling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4393938202517378263?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4393938202517378263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4393938202517378263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4393938202517378263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4393938202517378263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-year-is-not-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8372068923632428176</id><published>2008-02-20T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:12:16.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mein jahan raho&lt;br /&gt;Mein kahin bhi hoo&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad saaath hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisi se kahun&lt;br /&gt;Ke Nahi kahun&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo dil&lt;br /&gt;Ki Baat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko saath&lt;br /&gt;Appne Ek duniya chalti hai&lt;br /&gt;Per chupke is dil mein tanhai Palti hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas yaad Saath hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad saaath hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein jahan raho&lt;br /&gt;Mein kahin bhi hoo&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad saaath hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin to Dil mein yaadon ki&lt;br /&gt;Ek suli gad jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Kahin har ek Tasveer bhahut hi dhondhali pad jati hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi nai duniya ke naye rango mein khush rehta hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi sab kuch paake bhi yeh maan hi maan kehta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko saath&lt;br /&gt;Appne Ek duniya chalti hai&lt;br /&gt;Per chupke is dil mein tanhai Palti hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas yaad Saath hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad saaath hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin to bete kal ki jade&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein hi utar jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;kahin jo dhage tute to&lt;br /&gt;Malayen bhikar jaati&lt;br /&gt;Koi dil mein jagah nai baaton ke liye rakhta hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi apni palko per&lt;br /&gt;Yadon ke diye rakhta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko saath&lt;br /&gt;Appne Ek duniya chalti hai&lt;br /&gt;Per chupke is dil mein tanhai Palti hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas yaad Saath hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad saaath hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy, movie Namaste London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8372068923632428176?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8372068923632428176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8372068923632428176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8372068923632428176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8372068923632428176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/mein-jahan-raho-mein-kahin-bhi-hoo-teri.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2890405401297636174</id><published>2008-02-18T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:38:36.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deception.Hurt.Love.Jealousy.Trust.Tear.&lt;br /&gt;You.Callous.Worthless.Disinterested.Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Time.Emotions.Faith.Cold.Indifference.Manners.&lt;br /&gt;Kill.Laugh.Cuddle.Cheat.Passion.&lt;br /&gt;Future.Assurance.Past.Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration.Memories&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2890405401297636174?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2890405401297636174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2890405401297636174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2890405401297636174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2890405401297636174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/deception.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7542322313190697930</id><published>2008-02-17T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:49:51.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always and never</title><content type='html'>Just something that came to my mind, over a hell lot of things I was thinking over...not all apply to me...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a best friend, never a girl friend..&lt;br /&gt;Always a brides made, never a bride..&lt;br /&gt;Always the gifter, never a receiver..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7542322313190697930?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7542322313190697930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7542322313190697930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7542322313190697930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7542322313190697930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/always-and-never.html' title='Always and never'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-1971072707636601571</id><published>2008-02-13T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:00:36.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The one from nowhere!</title><content type='html'>It has happened to me more than once now..when i am talking to someone I will call "Duke", my mind and my mouth speak two different things, while he talks, I will be nodding and agreeing or occasionally suggesting something, my mind while is busy concocting all possible ways to kick him, do a kung-fu on him, or even worse, imitate him! This is like a recurrance multiple times over the period of a day..and yet I have the full urge to do what my mind speaks but have to subdue myself for civility..i hope someday my mind does not over power my mouth and hands! Lord save me and him...&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask i have these outrageous thoughts? He is be definition the biggest i**** I have personally met...and yet i have no choice but endure the torture...he has no sense of what he speaks and when or where he speaks it..he will talk sometimes to the point of embarrassing himself and me...why do I still have to go through this, trust me I have no way out yet..the first chance i get, I will bail..the time is just not yet...&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* the chronicles of my life..what specimens I meet and greet...if I could only write a book on me..I would have gone past 1000 pages by now, arial, font size 8!&lt;br /&gt;Take care you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-1971072707636601571?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1971072707636601571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=1971072707636601571&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1971072707636601571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/1971072707636601571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-from-nowhere.html' title='The one from nowhere!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5119833136416848831</id><published>2008-02-12T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:43:11.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my comeback'/><title type='text'>Allo Amigos!</title><content type='html'>I am writing after a very long time..and it feels refreshingly fresh to be back to where I belonged. This time I came back because I wanted to get back to my original self..My other blog..I left it at where I stopped..I have to make a fresh beginning and nothing better than now...I had stopped for no aparent reason, I am starting for no aparent one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going through some photos of Quebec city, out of the blue and I totally fell in love with the city. Its albeit very cold city, but its gorgeous..it has that old world charm in it, that very few cities in the world have now..It definitely made it to my list of places to visit before I die..so far..I have lost count of how many..Ha Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of photos, I have hardly shot any stunning ones myself the last few months..its a great camera, not a DSLR, but a very good one all the same and I am totally in a mood to shoot for more eye catching photos and post in my flickr!Also i learnt how to use the adobe photoshop to my advantage, so a lil photoshopping wont hurt either! Ah well! now thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you now for a food for thought that a friend of mine had in her status msg in gtalk once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If con is the opposite of pro, what is the opposite of Progress.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5119833136416848831?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5119833136416848831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5119833136416848831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5119833136416848831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5119833136416848831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/allo-amigos.html' title='Allo Amigos!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8529552377443633432</id><published>2007-05-27T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:46:12.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided, its time.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided finally I need something more than just blogging, &lt;br /&gt;I know I have never wanted to quit it, but I think, this has just grown over me,&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna delete my blog, but its not gonna have any new posts.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those readers who are dear to me, I will still keep reading your blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the silent readers and to those whom I have grown to call friends over the past 3 years..its been a great journey..and I hope you will keep it going longer.&lt;br /&gt;I just need some break from i guess the world in general...&lt;br /&gt;To all,&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks again! You all rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8529552377443633432?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8529552377443633432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8529552377443633432&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8529552377443633432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8529552377443633432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-decided-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2256086279015981700</id><published>2007-05-26T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:23:57.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The path more trodden..</title><content type='html'>I've come a long way in watching movies, from holding the record of having watched only one movie in the theater till my college days to watching it the first day of release, thats quite a feat in itself. I am not sure how my parents would react to such a dramatic change, I suspect, they don't really care anymore :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming to the point of my so called retrospection, I happened to watch Captain Jack Sparrow today! And first, let me whine a little over it, it was looooooong, some of the scenes were outrightly gross and jack sparrow licks his brain!! eeww!! Well to the feasty parts, all those Johny Depp and Bloom bloom fans...ah the almighty has showered his blessing onto you..you shall be granted ample feast to your eyes, and you shall not be disappointed, for those who love Ms.Sawn shall overtake them! And before your curiosity kills you, the last scene trumps it all..for the Sawn fans!Worth a wait, Aye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is outrageously funny and JD has done it justice! All the justice he could do! If not for anything, you should watch it for him..I lost track of what was happening in the middle, because its too long, almost 3 hours, which is what i had expected, but then you see, watching a 3 hour long hindi movie is easy with an intermission than an english without one! Some of the fighting scenes seemed never ending and it reaches a point where the graphics have given it, its might! Its a pretty brilliantly made movie and certainly leaves a not for the next part, which is now certain to come! So long people, have fun and take it easy on the BBQ's! Aye Aye C'ptn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2256086279015981700?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2256086279015981700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2256086279015981700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2256086279015981700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2256086279015981700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/path-more-trodden.html' title='The path more trodden..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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-8625681.post-7178424705170892087</id><published>2007-05-25T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:36:10.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The big weekend is here...and I'm taking it slow...quite and at home :). i already saw the madness at the roads today and with the high prices, I have no intension of spending on gas! nope!! So take it easy people and have fun :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7178424705170892087?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7178424705170892087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7178424705170892087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7178424705170892087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7178424705170892087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-weekend-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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-8625681.post-7912087546263391973</id><published>2007-05-22T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:43:23.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><title type='text'>I, me, myself</title><content type='html'>I want to do so much, see so many places, that I feel entirely frustrated when i have to pull down my thoughts to a " some day, some time" thing! I just feel like going out and touring different places, I should have been a traveler, I would have loved it! I should have applied to travel channel! I want to go shopping, I dont know what shopping, not clothes, but just shopping..I am so tempted to just go out and do something, not sit at home and be a couch potato!! I feel  like part of me has gotten subdued!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7912087546263391973?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7912087546263391973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7912087546263391973&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7912087546263391973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7912087546263391973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-me-myself.html' title='I, me, myself'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2232501289965598364</id><published>2007-05-18T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:07:31.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Life is music..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you listen to music, you feel the world hollow around you, music like enigma and trance can do that to me, and they usually do...it is such a calming effect..It never amazes me how one song can make me smile and remember incidents related to it and another can just make me go smile, while another will make me go nuts..its tht soothing, calming effect i look for in the songs i listen..which usually ends up being instrumental. I am an idiotic romantic by heart..yeah i love to get good things in surprise, i love sitting by the beach, enjoying a full moon and just being there, i adore people who can make others smile, thats me..but i also cannot survive without music in my life..its like blood in the outer life for me..i need it 24x 7, literally...i can sleep, study, read or even work with music on..even if it is the craziest one i have ever heard...my life surrounds music and i surround it..&lt;br /&gt;Like today for instance, i was driving back home and an old leslie louis song was playing, not many might remember him from Indian pop,the colonial cousins anyone? well anyways, his song "Bheegi bheegi raatoin mein" just made me smile, brought back sweet memories and made my journey back home, not only pleasant, but a happy one..i dont know if its wrong to be super optimistic or super enthusiastic most of the time..but it does not harm me..I can somehow relate myself and my emotions to the songs i love and lived to love..and it still amazes me how quick my moods can change..sometime to the level of making me feel depressed! Well..thts life..ups and downs..have a good weekend all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2232501289965598364?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2232501289965598364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2232501289965598364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2232501289965598364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2232501289965598364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-music.html' title='Life is music..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2722211306212505511</id><published>2007-05-15T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:51:23.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;day'/><title type='text'>Its that day of the year again!</title><content type='html'>The Girl turns an year older today..and as usual its a special day in her life..even though it comes every year, this one day, she likes to think, is her day of the year. Well, here's wishing her a very Happy B'day and a very happy and prosperous year ahead...may all your wishes and dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me wishing myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2722211306212505511?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2722211306212505511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2722211306212505511&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2722211306212505511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2722211306212505511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-that-day-of-year-again.html' title='Its that day of the year again!'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5689547677239421227</id><published>2007-05-12T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:49:20.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a disappointing and waste of a day!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with the stupidest dream possible &lt;br /&gt;and ended up with disappointing expectations...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Happy Mothers Day to all you Momas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5689547677239421227?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5689547677239421227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5689547677239421227&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5689547677239421227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5689547677239421227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-disappointing-and-waste-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-239473251643273745</id><published>2007-05-09T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:06:23.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You can..</title><content type='html'>I am happy..&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;I Love life...&lt;br /&gt;I live to the fullest...&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy simple things in life..&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends and parents..&lt;br /&gt;I care about others..&lt;br /&gt;I try not to do things that hurts others..&lt;br /&gt;I do not cheat, how ever hard..&lt;br /&gt;I am not a saint, but a sinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try saying these things to yourself and see how many of them are true and how many aren't, you will be amazed how you can help yourself the best when you are tired, discontented or angry at life...you will find an insight you would have overlooked...you will feel guilty of being crabby while others are at a worse situation than you..think before the next time you curse somebody, rashly overtake someone on road or even just fret over small things in life you can overlook...&lt;br /&gt;You are your own answer to your life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-239473251643273745?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/239473251643273745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=239473251643273745&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/239473251643273745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/239473251643273745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-can.html' title='You can..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-6565990278588261927</id><published>2007-05-05T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:09:09.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The soothing touch,&lt;br /&gt;the kind words,&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful traces,&lt;br /&gt;a mind of care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;7th heaven seems short,&lt;br /&gt;treading paths of roses,&lt;br /&gt;a heart to nurture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime of an event,&lt;br /&gt;creation of the season,&lt;br /&gt;hand held and eyes met,&lt;br /&gt;a soul to live with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such,&lt;br /&gt;to conquer the world,&lt;br /&gt;it should feel heaven,&lt;br /&gt;wind, water, earth combine,&lt;br /&gt;the one that makes it,&lt;br /&gt;the world around you,&lt;br /&gt;atrociously loving,&lt;br /&gt;that one deserves too,&lt;br /&gt;for your love to be true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-6565990278588261927?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6565990278588261927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=6565990278588261927&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6565990278588261927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/6565990278588261927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/soothing-touch-kind-words-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2934971695838141796</id><published>2007-05-02T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:52:46.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><title type='text'>A day gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/Rjlcc0iIY0I/AAAAAAAAACA/SUAmRzBjFgY/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/Rjlcc0iIY0I/AAAAAAAAACA/SUAmRzBjFgY/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060177306535355202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2934971695838141796?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2934971695838141796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2934971695838141796&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2934971695838141796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2934971695838141796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-gone.html' title='A day gone...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/Rjlcc0iIY0I/AAAAAAAAACA/SUAmRzBjFgY/s72-c/DSC00519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3545739932276367471</id><published>2007-04-28T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:08:52.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><title type='text'>Lost World II</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when there would be some occasional load shedding at our house, back in India, and if it was only me and mom at home(sometimes), we would go sit in the balcony among the plants and play antakshari(a musical game of songs). The idea was, that the trauma of me singing was so unbearable that those trying to fix the power station would do it quick to relieve them of their pain..my Mom sings real well, though i am trained too, the last time i sang in public was when i was in grade 6-7..so tht assures where my singing level is...it was so nice..just me n mom..sitting and playing antakshari and she would sing all the lovely bengali songs, some of which i wouldnt have heard, and all i would sing were new hindi movie songs, and some sporadic benagli songs and sometimes try my own creations if I couldnt think of any song starting with that letter...but it was so much fun..sometimes dad would tease from the background and if my bro was around, he would rag the life out of my singing, all those wonderful days...hmmm...plain beautiful memories...now..its just Tanha Dil(Lonely Heart)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3545739932276367471?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3545739932276367471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3545739932276367471&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3545739932276367471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3545739932276367471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-world-ii.html' title='Lost World II'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-7004429239528189021</id><published>2007-04-25T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:37:17.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Lost World</title><content type='html'>What do you do of friendships that meant life at one time and have been shoved under the doors of memory and time now? How do you stop missing those innocent lovely days? How do you come to terms with the fact that, its the past, that those moments,days are gone forever..I wish I could freeze those moments in time and cherish and re live them again and again, but then they wouldn't be so precious then, would they...but i would love to live through them once more...before I really wanna let go of it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-7004429239528189021?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7004429239528189021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=7004429239528189021&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7004429239528189021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/7004429239528189021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-world.html' title='Lost World'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-5147890965519697783</id><published>2007-04-22T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:27:21.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>Its odd how you miss things you never had so much sometimes. I am not talking away about anything material... was watching Uptown Girls today and I suddenly felt that I wish I had an elder sister. I could talk to her about things, get advice and have a close friend who does not have to be like a Mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-5147890965519697783?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5147890965519697783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=5147890965519697783&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5147890965519697783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/5147890965519697783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-8809968023294021454</id><published>2007-04-19T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:48:34.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of the biggest BS i have heard, n i think are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India: &lt;a href="http://ia.rediff.com/news/2007/apr/20uppoll.htm"&gt;Congress&lt;/a&gt; says its because of them that muslim celebrities like SRK, Sania and Azim rose to where they are now!! &lt;br /&gt;My word : yeah right!! Like they REALLY care! You want some laugh, go read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world: With all due respect to the recent massacre, are lives only valuable in the US? In iraq, in one day 180+ ppl, innocent ppl get killed, and thats not a news that should be run again and again, in all the channels, in the headlines? Why? Aren't their lives worth anything? or are their lived not valuable or is it because its just common place there??Come on!!!They are freaking innocent people, their lives are equal to ours, then why not the same publicity!! I am deeply saddened by how hypocrite the media has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-8809968023294021454?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8809968023294021454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=8809968023294021454&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8809968023294021454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/8809968023294021454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-of-biggest-bs-i-have-heard-n-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2005828111313037601</id><published>2007-04-16T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:09:34.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>This is not done.</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out to all those affected in the deadly Virginia Tech Shooting, which killed 30 students. This is so unjust and this is so shocking. Those students, were in class and I feel so bad and sad knowing that no place is safe! Not even an institute known internationally for its education. VT is a great school and for something of this sort to happen in the campus ,it is so sad. Is nothing in this world safe anymore? Whats do the parents of those deceased do now? They put in their whole lives in their kids and this how it ends? One loser who couldn't get happiness or satisfaction in life goes on a shooting rampage and destroys innocent lives?? &lt;br /&gt;I say , its high time, the nation looks within itself, secure itself, rather than waste money, force and time fighting elsewhere. If anything needs more attention, it is now...&lt;br /&gt;And those who died an untimely dead ...May peace be with you. RIP&lt;br /&gt;And readers, dedicate a prayer to those dead,suffering and those affected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2005828111313037601?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2005828111313037601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2005828111313037601&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2005828111313037601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2005828111313037601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-heart-goes-out-to-all-those-affected.html' title='This is not done.'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-471737672732025611</id><published>2007-04-15T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:44:51.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>What are you supposed to do if you cant come to a solution about an issue?&lt;br /&gt;Let it hang in air till it gets stale and rots and ultimately dies an untimely death? or reach a compromise or talk about it till a solution arises and then implement it? What do you do, if you know that, that solution might not be effective enough? what do you do, if the problem is persistent? &lt;br /&gt;I am in a fix, and I am wounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-471737672732025611?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/471737672732025611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=471737672732025611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/471737672732025611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/471737672732025611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-4803256255528518885</id><published>2007-04-13T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:57:56.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>The Mean Queen of Comedy</title><content type='html'>Lisa Lampenelli&lt;br /&gt;Yes, She is coming over here in my city today and me and my group of friends are gonna go for her show. She is not only hilarious, she is pretty mean though. So we avoided the front row seats..i know smart people :)..lol..so heres to a good weekend and some fun time...my house though looks like a tornado just hit it(touch wood)..it needs clean up.Have fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just came back from the show, and it shocked the living hell outta me. I tell you, she is MEAN, with a capital and much bigger M and she is plain hilarious and her jokes are dirty, highly (to the power of infinity)adult and can be plain racist. Yes, thats what it is. I couldn't believe some of the things she said, and every words she uttered was followed by either the "F" word, or the "B" word, or the "W" word or the "G "word..and a lot more..it can be really shocking if you are expecting something like "whose line is it anyways!", nope thats like refined to the power of infinity comapred to this, so if you ever plan on to going for her show, be ready for a load of dirty, dirty adult jokes, and she leaves no stones up turned. I want to write more about some of the jokes, but my civility bars me from it, so let your imagination wild on how much dirty you can, and thats precisely what she will give you, in public.Phew! Quite something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-4803256255528518885?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4803256255528518885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=4803256255528518885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4803256255528518885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/4803256255528518885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/mean-queen-of-comedy.html' title='The Mean Queen of Comedy'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-25921246482864665</id><published>2007-04-10T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:10:16.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>Funny things I heard..</title><content type='html'>"I got married twice and divorced thrice.."- a divorced guy in plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should try to avoid the temptation of licking your nose juice, it teaches you self control"- a kid in the shopping center to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He had two balls, I kicked both hard!" - a little guy to his Dad in the plane gate area, explaining his shots in school, his coach was holding the footballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me in your pants, I would fit too" - two teenage girls trying out the same trousers in a shop at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once gifted a friend an old watch, I got it back, gift wrapped on my B'day, my daughter had told her the truth." - A mother to her friend in a coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should start kicking some ass", the other person said,"Let me start with you!" - two people in a line talking about work troubles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-25921246482864665?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/25921246482864665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=25921246482864665&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/25921246482864665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/25921246482864665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-things-i-heard.html' title='Funny things I heard..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-3234733842165850095</id><published>2007-04-08T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:28:00.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Being at the right time at the right place..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life comes unexpected and welcoming and yet sometimes these could be not so sobering surprises. Its been a dream of everyone I am sure to experience the luxury of traveling king sized. Well, not literally, but my experience today on my way back from a fabulous vacation at Seattle, spoke for itself. I had checked in and was yet to be assigned a seat and the as the time ticked towards the boarding, I realized my name hasn't been called yet to assign a seat. My curiosity killed me and I asked the Gate agent for a boarding pass, who more than willingly obliged as I watched the first class and premium class people board the same flight. When he handed my ticket, I looked at it twice to confirm I was reading right, my seat read FIRST in the coach area, I was slightly confused, and as dumb as I might have seemed then, I went and asked the Lady who was scanning the boarding pass if my seat was what it was. And to my utter surprise, she said, "Welcome Mam, you can board now", and there behind me stood the rest of the 100 odd people ready to board the 757 jet, I was going FIRST class. Well it had been a dream, but I didn't know it was going to be full filled so quick!! As elated and stupidly grinning as I was, I had a feeling of contentment within me, that this was , by far, THE most perfect trip I had made so far. Excellent weather conditions, the two days that I was there, and now a luxurious way to travel back home...I couldn't have asked for more. The gate attendant received my millions of thanks from my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having settled in my seat, it was a little while before we were airborne and thats when the real surprise in store for me unfolded, slowly, one scene at a time. Imagine  the serenity of the early morning sky, the first falling rays of sun, the few scattered clouds, and now imagine viewing that from 37,000 Ft high, and looking down at mountain ranges, covered with snow and shimmering in the first golden rays of sun. The sight was breath taking. Mt. Reiner, Mt.St.Helen and another higher peak was visible for a very long time, I was cursing myself for not having the camera beside me, for it was a sight , that would be in my mind, forever. It was nature at its best, it was the one scenery I had longed to see. What more could have I asked for! The most comfortable window seat and beautiful unfolding morning sceneries down below, it was like living out my dream, one page at a time. The Rockies never looked so beautiful, than with young rising sun..and the beauty..uff..I can't explain...I had the most memorable and breathtaking and beautiful flight back home today, enjoying every single bit of what I was getting...&lt;br /&gt;It all indeed boils down to..being at the right place at the right time...if I hadn't checked in at exactly that time and asked the attended at exactly the time I did, I probably wouldn't have had the best experience of my life. Karma? I say, Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-3234733842165850095?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3234733842165850095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=3234733842165850095&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3234733842165850095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/3234733842165850095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-at-right-time-at-right-place.html' title='Being at the right time at the right place..'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625681.post-2831316704780614201</id><published>2007-04-07T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:48:12.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family.'/><title type='text'>Spring break in the Emerald City</title><content type='html'>aka Gateway to Alaska/Queen City /Jet City.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the cities I have seen so far, I have never felt an amazing attraction and love towards this one! I loves the Washington city of Seattle, the moment I set my yes on it. With the looming Mt.Renier to its South and the Elliot's beautiful bay towards the west..its a city I would love to live, forever. This city is so beautiful, I was amazed to see such greenery and trees in on the road side and highways, and such galore of natural beauty. The preserved old heritage and the booming tech worlds, its like the beautiful mixture of all in the right proportion. I couldnt stop from clicking on my cam and I am so glad the weather held up so so well. It was supposed to rain today and it was 68-70 all day, clear sky and a warm spring breeze blew by...it was the perfect spring break...hopefully tomorrow will be same or better :)&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhctfQhZl7I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xj7Tg9eGmFs/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhctfQhZl7I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xj7Tg9eGmFs/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050555522153551794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhctxAhZl8I/AAAAAAAAABc/UQfRs9l26Mk/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhctxAhZl8I/AAAAAAAAABc/UQfRs9l26Mk/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050555827096229826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcuKwhZl9I/AAAAAAAAABk/-641LGKQGIk/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcuKwhZl9I/AAAAAAAAABk/-641LGKQGIk/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050556269477861330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcuoQhZl-I/AAAAAAAAABs/8CbxE_zx3SY/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcuoQhZl-I/AAAAAAAAABs/8CbxE_zx3SY/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050556776284002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcvXghZl_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IEaT9pGUzKM/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhcvXghZl_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IEaT9pGUzKM/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050557588032821234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this, it was also good to meet a part of my family after about 2 years!some reunion eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More places to see tomorrow..and to you all..Happy Easter..Go Eggs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625681-2831316704780614201?l=articulatedbrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2831316704780614201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625681&amp;postID=2831316704780614201&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2831316704780614201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625681/posts/default/2831316704780614201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articulatedbrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-break-in-emerald-city.html' title='Spring break in the Emerald City'/><author><name>ESIH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300781676946806164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRLAkkFqttQ/RhctfQhZl7I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xj7Tg9eGmFs/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
