<?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-2297928107186192407</id><updated>2011-11-19T00:07:49.168+05:30</updated><category term='dependency technology'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Self consciousness'/><category term='Supreme power'/><category term='Happiness.'/><category term='God'/><category term='Guilt'/><category term='Human senses'/><category term='Simplicity'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Sadness.'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Am a thought.."Khayal hoon main"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-3583247299810197756</id><published>2010-05-16T20:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:16:16.954+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breeze....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S_ALnl1UrbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CBP-EinykSc/s1600/Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S_ALnl1UrbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CBP-EinykSc/s200/Image0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886322053721522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;आज कुछ हवायें आई मुझसे मिलने मेरे घर की खिड़की पर ...&lt;br /&gt;कुछ सुखे पते साथ लायी ...मठी की खुशबु साजा कर ...&lt;br /&gt;बूँदें कुछ महकती हुई हवा के पीछे चली आई ..&lt;br /&gt;खामोश चुप चाप मैं खोई अपने खयालो मैं थी ..&lt;br /&gt;हावा ने चुपके से बूँदें से मिलकर ...चेहरे पर मेरे मुस्कराहट ले आई..&lt;br /&gt;आज कुछ हवायें आई .....मुझसे मिलने :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-3583247299810197756?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3583247299810197756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=3583247299810197756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3583247299810197756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3583247299810197756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='Breeze....'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S_ALnl1UrbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CBP-EinykSc/s72-c/Image0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-3082617636703795199</id><published>2010-02-26T12:57:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:40:07.903+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependency technology'/><title type='text'>Simplicity is Sin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S4d4niw80II/AAAAAAAAAD8/qbt_ckQgZPs/s1600-h/simplicity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S4d4niw80II/AAAAAAAAAD8/qbt_ckQgZPs/s200/simplicity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442451295442882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone are the days when people including my father used to proudly say/teach their kids that “beauty lies in simplicity”.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every statement, believe and every damn rule has its age. It dies or becomes misfit at some point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today simplicity has different definitions and interpretations. It does not fit into the fast moving fads.&lt;br /&gt;Though bit Ironic….. But few of them are…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Simplicity = “You do not fit in the generation”: You don’t drink “Oh my god” that’s so abnormal. One of my bosses of my earlier company once asked me do you drink ……..            “I said no. I am a simple person”. To which he replied I hate simple people... :-| . And I sarcastically told him I know most of the people do not appreciate simplicity ..Ajj Kal...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Simplicity = you’re tagged as “outdated”. Peer pressure as we know it. Your friends might give you lecture on your choices of simple movies or songs. They might make you feel as a weird being as you don’t enjoy loud music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Simplicity =Oh you don’t know what Geek means: You are defined only by the way how geeky you are. You need to have a iPod or at least a MP3 player.. Gosh you don’t use your phone for listening to songs, for taking picture and no internet in the phone that’s a crime as told by some friends in a casual discussion on phone models …well this are few prerequisites to be on pace with the technology and pretend smart… “Yes I still use phone only with its basic features of receiving and making the calls. Nothing more than that”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on…I would not want to continue just for filling up my blog…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Following quote makes me happy :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.” Lope de Vega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.beyercom.com/simplicity.jpg"&gt;Image source&lt;/a&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/2297928107186192407-3082617636703795199?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3082617636703795199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=3082617636703795199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3082617636703795199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3082617636703795199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplicity-is-sin.html' title='Simplicity is Sin!!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/S4d4niw80II/AAAAAAAAAD8/qbt_ckQgZPs/s72-c/simplicity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-6268089407678250807</id><published>2009-08-21T18:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:32:37.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meet destiny’s child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/So6e-dzQ5AI/AAAAAAAAADw/RNWKNoFQtA8/s1600-h/Dommara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/So6e-dzQ5AI/AAAAAAAAADw/RNWKNoFQtA8/s200/Dommara.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372406201488303106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some “normal” facts about her - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She is poor.&lt;br /&gt;• She is 8-7 year old&lt;br /&gt;• Her parents were elated when she was born&lt;br /&gt;• Her profession has been decided by the fate&lt;br /&gt;• Her brother will assist her in the success&lt;br /&gt;• She will support her family like her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound like simple attributes of a normal girl who will grow up and become strong enough to support her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some real shocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She belongs to a community called “Dommara Community” ( Andhra Pradesh). The Dommara community members practice prostitution as their traditional 'profession'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a baby gal she will become a sex worker like her mother when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s a baby boy, he will practice the profession of a trafficker/pimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was shocked!!!&lt;/span&gt; When my colleague told me this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Me and Sandeep) were discussing about how things are going at his charity and he told me about this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is girl child safe in India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to discuss the cliché stories about how things are in rural areas and how insecure females are in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has actually given me a Shock!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is just for information sharing and not intended to raise any funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vcare &lt;/span&gt;is supporting 12 girls from this community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually want to support here is the info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandeep my colleague has founded a charity organization called Vcare - www.vcarefoundation.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For support/information please contact Sandeep e- gudi.sandeep@gmail.com p - 9966999007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-6268089407678250807?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6268089407678250807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=6268089407678250807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/6268089407678250807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/6268089407678250807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-destinys-child.html' title='Meet destiny’s child!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/So6e-dzQ5AI/AAAAAAAAADw/RNWKNoFQtA8/s72-c/Dommara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-8613510504067114665</id><published>2009-03-08T15:31:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:34:14.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependency technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human senses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness.'/><title type='text'>The Happiness Syrup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SbOkoQCd38I/AAAAAAAAADo/Eutiy6BMH_s/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SbOkoQCd38I/AAAAAAAAADo/Eutiy6BMH_s/s200/Baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310769397006983106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ok till the point when we are almost technology slaves. It felt fine when few friends of mine told me that they cannot think without computers...hard to believe but Mind is getting replaced by google and www’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is the best thing happen to this generation but this option is becoming an addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school Internet reached India in 1995. And till 2000 we were still exploring the yahoo messengers and mail communications. Well that was simple past with lots of curiosity to explore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to these dependencies we have a new invention coming up from MIT student called &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/business/2009/02/ted-digital-six.html"&gt;Pranav Mistry&lt;/a&gt; who is the Brain behind to Turn Internet into a Sixth Human Sense….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google has come up “&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/googlegulp/index.html"&gt;Google Gulp&lt;/a&gt;” this Drink will scan your DNA.&lt;br /&gt;It’ll make you an intelligent person!! Incase it detects any issues...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such technologies, human senses will be replaced by easy to access technology? Where are we heading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure in few decades there will be syrups or candy’s to make a person happy , to make a person confident , to make him very good public speaker , a person can feel happy even he is lonely all he will have to do is take one table spoon of this syrups or a feel good candy!!etc etc …am just scared and really don’t want to see this day coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to see Human with human abilities and senses! Let the nature be nature and let the human be part of nature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-8613510504067114665?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8613510504067114665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=8613510504067114665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/8613510504067114665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/8613510504067114665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness-syrup.html' title='The Happiness Syrup.'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SbOkoQCd38I/AAAAAAAAADo/Eutiy6BMH_s/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-4775731496662578734</id><published>2009-01-11T13:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:52:59.182+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>The Guilt Mechanism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWoVhjy0OBI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjw4XgFXdmc/s1600-h/guilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWoVhjy0OBI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjw4XgFXdmc/s320/guilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290064378588313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Universe, Nature, Human body and emotions are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;self-conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun shine’s in the morning, Moon light is visible only in nights and earth knows that it has to revolve round the sun to balance both…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human body and emotions follow the same pattern of self consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Mind tells you to slow down when ever your are stressed out or overdo something by not supporting you to work or take decisions cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;Body sends an indication that it needs energy and you feel Hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever you try to ignore such indications...you end up paying for it badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do something wrong or something against your believe system and integrity. Such acts can be results of peer pressure or the greed .In such scenario Guilt plays the major role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Guilt Mechanism:&lt;/span&gt; It tells you that something is wrong and might hurt or harm anyone who is involved directly or indirectly. One of the best emotions it tries to keep you on track when ever you are vulnerable to diversion. Most of the times it works awesomely. It keeps you in rhythm with nature. Condition: It requires a positive response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Blogs, News channels, Papers are talking about Satyam Chairman Ram Lingam Raju and his fraud act. After so many years finally he was able to accept the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing which is going beyond my understanding is when he initiated such act he might have had definitely felt that he owe a responsibility towards his country and employees who are working on his dreams…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did greed dominated the passion&lt;/span&gt; ?? or overconfidence that he can handle it …if it was second then dint it clicked to him that he is risking the reputation of the country and literally lives and careers of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53000 employees and 5 lakh shareholders??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral: React positively to natural instincts !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-4775731496662578734?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4775731496662578734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=4775731496662578734&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/4775731496662578734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/4775731496662578734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt-mechanism.html' title='The Guilt Mechanism!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWoVhjy0OBI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjw4XgFXdmc/s72-c/guilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-6278864572747745908</id><published>2008-11-23T14:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:33:20.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supreme power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Somebody is Missing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SSlfVxSsmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/mg7WzYDGB1w/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SSlfVxSsmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/mg7WzYDGB1w/s320/pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271849666427525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a kid , I used to feel that god is everywhere - with in me, in wind , in emotions , feelings, in tears, especially in exams..supreme power was present everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then innocence lost its presence as I got more involved with work, career, office, goals , deadlines and became a little tech savvy busy with laptop browsing, internet , mails..  now everything is full of to do list to make my place in this highly competitive world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SSlecheurOI/AAAAAAAAACU/84RD_Sdk9Xo/s1600-h/haridwar-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SSlecheurOI/AAAAAAAAACU/84RD_Sdk9Xo/s320/haridwar-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271848682930482402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; realized that something is missing......... my connection with the supremo...I have to make efforts to talk to him ..to feel him ...then I decided ill go to temples regularly ..I never believed  in the concept of going to temple as he was present  everywhere ... But now I love going to temples , its not I have become superstitious..I feel his presence coz everybody come to temple with feeling to connect with the creator. It's full of positive energy..full of people who come with strong believe that he is there to take care of all your worries and unfulfilled dreams. This feeling makes me feel his strong presence in everybody's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I look forward to visit temple ...it worked like network to get connected to him.. :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-6278864572747745908?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6278864572747745908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=6278864572747745908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/6278864572747745908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/6278864572747745908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/11/somebody-is-missing.html' title='Somebody is Missing!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SSlfVxSsmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/mg7WzYDGB1w/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-3931130284385985173</id><published>2008-11-09T00:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:41:47.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Basics!</title><content type='html'>My Last Post &lt;a href="http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-happy.html"&gt;"Am Happy"&lt;/a&gt; was discussed and commented by group of active bloggers like &lt;a href="http://www.kidakaka.com/2008/10/happiness.html"&gt;Kida,&lt;/a&gt; Big K , Mayur , Ankit , &lt;a href="http://hopex.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/happiness/"&gt;Ranjith&lt;/a&gt;...well it helped all of us to introspect and think what makes us happy...we all discovered that we  are happy bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One common thing which I realized was that , when it comes to happiness we came back to "BASICS". Somebody feels  happy when he his able to finish his short story coz he is passionate about writing.  And ghar ka khanna makes Kida happy! And I feel happy when ever I write a poem.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about Basics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we value basics only when we have issues in life otherwise we usually spend all time chasing a perfect moment where everything is Utopian! Ironical..situations of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-3931130284385985173?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3931130284385985173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=3931130284385985173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3931130284385985173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/3931130284385985173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/11/basics.html' title='Basics!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-74822141178622274</id><published>2008-09-18T19:00:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:43:09.032+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Am Happy!</title><content type='html'>What defines happiness? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SNJjA3RxfHI/AAAAAAAAACE/5surTRsuxak/s1600-h/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247365382329695346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SNJjA3RxfHI/AAAAAAAAACE/5surTRsuxak/s320/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as human , tend to feel happy for anything and everything which jumps out of our dreams and plans into real world. I was thinking what defines Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime life is hard. We feel depressed ,dejected and frustrated because nothing is moving  as we plan and that leads to the end of word called happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man what a narrow thinking we have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody is sad because his career is not moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody is ill doesn't even think about career only thing which can make him happy is a healthy body and peaceful mind though his disease is minor and very well treatable ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who is at worse stage of health conditions and prays to god that he would have been a happy person if his issues were controllable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who is facing problems at a level were he is not even having any medical facilities and life has been a struggle right from the start thinks ..god is not kind to him and nobody cares for him and he slogs for basic necessities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who is suffering from a disease which has left him with no senses and he cant even think about...what is it that will make him HAPPY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Now how do we define happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a happy person am at least able to analyse , think , feel , sense and analyse something undefined called Happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me Am Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-74822141178622274?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/74822141178622274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=74822141178622274&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/74822141178622274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/74822141178622274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-happy.html' title='Am Happy!'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SNJjA3RxfHI/AAAAAAAAACE/5surTRsuxak/s72-c/03-PS15-4~Happiness-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-898877261025789666</id><published>2008-08-11T18:14:00.023+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:00:00.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hyderabad - Necklace road on Aug-10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKl50VI_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/slztlhMqdEs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the Necklace road. It was awesome weather . Njoy the pics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlm1nZOQI/AAAAAAAAABU/e9kxmLzzBHI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233927803603859714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlm1nZOQI/AAAAAAAAABU/e9kxmLzzBHI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlazf0IBI/AAAAAAAAABM/-r5LVQxbgWA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233927596876767250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlazf0IBI/AAAAAAAAABM/-r5LVQxbgWA/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlJ6hDFII/AAAAAAAAABE/bWKrZrFMb0E/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233927306703213698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlJ6hDFII/AAAAAAAAABE/bWKrZrFMb0E/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKA3ERvbh2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6w41JaED_lE/s1600-h/SPM_A0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243313625859938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="158" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKA3ERvbh2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6w41JaED_lE/s320/SPM_A0099.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never realised that Hyderabad Can also look like a beautiful hill station...all thanks to Rain god!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-898877261025789666?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/898877261025789666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=898877261025789666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/898877261025789666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/898877261025789666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/08/hyderabad-necklace-road-on-aug-10th.html' title='Hyderabad - Necklace road on Aug-10th'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SKKlm1nZOQI/AAAAAAAAABU/e9kxmLzzBHI/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-4075573352422662994</id><published>2008-08-02T21:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:03:10.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moment : Is To Was</title><content type='html'>Life seemed so perfect.Everything was going on perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; ,love ,care and support from family. All I could feel was the perfection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment faded away....Perfection just vanished.Suddenly the harsh face of life hit me while we were coming back. An accident , which made a human face go pale and loose its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;basic&lt;/span&gt; senses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;called as &lt;/span&gt;emotions and expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady belonging to a category called below "Poverty Line". She was trying to cross the road and then two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youngsters&lt;/span&gt; came driving recklessly,went out of control and they bumped into her.She was hit by the bike and by the people who dint even bother to look back and think that they have changed her life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pain was intense. She lost all the uniquely gifted human senses. She was looking at her leg which dint belong to her body anymore!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people who did this had no clue that they are part of her life in the form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; memories . A life of below "Poverty Line", every struggle which she will face because of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along her I was hit by the reality of life , my happiness and perfection turned into illusion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-4075573352422662994?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4075573352422662994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=4075573352422662994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/4075573352422662994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/4075573352422662994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/08/moment-is-to-was.html' title='Moment : Is To Was'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297928107186192407.post-5724515212866478531</id><published>2008-07-25T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:09:09.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments...</title><content type='html'>कभी कुछ पल जीवन के ...लगता है की चलते- चलते .......कुछ देर टेहर जाते है ............&lt;br /&gt;.....हर दिन की हलचल अज मिली खामोशी.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of stillness is killing most of us...We all are so disturbed by the peace which life gives in silent moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are talking to yourself in a lift , while driving or just woke up and standing in front of the mirror staring at your eyes and dreams that  are still alive some where there waiting for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we do is - just do one thing after another , to fulfil the required chores to be there where we go or do everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so scared to enjoy the stillness of innocent moment which just passes by everyday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297928107186192407-5724515212866478531?l=vnasthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5724515212866478531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297928107186192407&amp;postID=5724515212866478531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/5724515212866478531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297928107186192407/posts/default/5724515212866478531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnasthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/moments.html' title='Moments...'/><author><name>Veena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17512228920901686743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmE0d8iTEvY/SWo74MIDSRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyOPA-A4ey0/S220/captionit094849I590D37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
