<?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-2543517847511626970</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:23:56.703+05:30</updated><category term='lessons in life'/><category term='Celebration Time'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Love?'/><category term='heart healings'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'>keeps her smile</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-3797869567166991222</id><published>2010-02-04T18:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:23:38.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart healings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Time'/><title type='text'>LOVE THYSELF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/S2rCNUMXX3I/AAAAAAAACQU/CFj5StCcvSk/s1600-h/cupid-graphics-02-fuul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/S2rCNUMXX3I/AAAAAAAACQU/CFj5StCcvSk/s400/cupid-graphics-02-fuul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434369434390585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoy this Valentine's even if you are SINGLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dateless Valentine’s Day is traditionally either a depressing one or a very encouraging one. However, this does not need to be the case, and there are many fun things to on Valentine’s Day even if you do not have a date like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Dinner, movie, a trip to the mall, even a drive to the town with the girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Dress up as Cupid and shoot rubber arrows at people on the streets who look single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Send your secret crush a mash note and flowers or candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Hit the gym for a change, your trainer will LOVE your for showing up after weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Treat yourself with a spa and massage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Clean your wardrobe... you may find a sexy outfit deep in your cupboard which may just make your day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Virtual Date- watch a movie online with your "long distant" friend, the best use of Skype and free online movies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Throw a Phamily party; show your LOVE to your family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Singles' Party, you never know who you can meet there!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Valentine's Day doesn't have to be a day of horror if you're single. It just like any other day! Be happy at least you are not emptying your pockets on stupid cards, gifts, chocolates and all other pink things!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-3797869567166991222?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/3797869567166991222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=3797869567166991222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3797869567166991222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3797869567166991222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-thyself.html' title='LOVE THYSELF!'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/S2rCNUMXX3I/AAAAAAAACQU/CFj5StCcvSk/s72-c/cupid-graphics-02-fuul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-3319443052310762609</id><published>2009-07-14T22:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:47:00.992+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls... Confessions... Hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sly87aCtuvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/evk8V7ULvSM/s1600-h/b355c4e2e9b02eecaea44134297b97a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sly87aCtuvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/evk8V7ULvSM/s400/b355c4e2e9b02eecaea44134297b97a2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358365385453058802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A girl will never forget the first boy she likes... even if they are in the 5th grade or playing at a park or even if things don’t quiet work out. But usually someone is there to offer words of wisdom. And that person then tells you "Honey, Do you know why that boy said those things, did those things that hurt you? It’s because he likes you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And there it is.... that’s the beginning of our problem! Do you know what this means? We are encouraged… no… "PROGRAMMED" to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk… that means he likes you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Growing up is even messier... and while you finish up a box of tissue, with all your girlfriends surrounding you telling you "You are so pretty that he can't handle you... you deserve someone much better" you are just so lost and so heartbroken, you feel life is just over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do we say this stuff to each other??? Is it possible that it’s because we are too scared and it’s too hard to say the one obvious truth that’s staring everyone in the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up, if a guy punches you, he likes you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never try to turn your back, and like my friend says, "someday you will meet a wonderful guy and your very own HAPPY ENDING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it - the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But sometimes, we are so focused on finding our happy ending, we don't learn how to read the signs- how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who'll stay from the ones who'll leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And maybe this happy ending doesn't include a wonderful guy. Maybe it’s YOU- on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over! Frame yourself up for something better in the future... maybe the happy ending is just “moving on”......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But maybe the happy ending is knowing that all through the midnight phone calls and broken hearts, through all the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never ever gave up HOPE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/2543517847511626970-3319443052310762609?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/3319443052310762609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=3319443052310762609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3319443052310762609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3319443052310762609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-confessions-hope.html' title='Girls... Confessions... Hope!'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sly87aCtuvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/evk8V7ULvSM/s72-c/b355c4e2e9b02eecaea44134297b97a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-5447579886573371628</id><published>2009-07-05T10:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:21:25.317+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Scribblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SoZMzpSfWQI/AAAAAAAAB3w/zyFkDYdI4nU/s1600-h/CIMG3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SoZMzpSfWQI/AAAAAAAAB3w/zyFkDYdI4nU/s400/CIMG3441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370064055826340098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;You stand at the edge overlooking the sea the sound of the tide like the earth's soft breathing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Inhale, exhale--the earth's heart never stops. One step forward and you could easily slip from your life taking with you your wild brown eyes which always look a little sad but also seem so safe.  Some days you would like to have the courage to close your eyes and let yourself fall.  You would like to be that brave.  You would like to believe you have wings, and if you ever did let go, if you ever did crash or fly I promise I would write poems about you, poems I'd collect and hide in the dark, tucked under my dreams.  I could write you a better life and breathe it into your shattered bones. I could write for you stories you'd forgotten to read and tie them like ribbons to the feathers of your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are times when you can't go home, times when you can't look back. We all want to believe in our better selves, in our ability to forgive and trust and love, we all want to be brave like that.  But we're all a little broken, we're all a little lost. I write a poem for your broken pieces, for the pieces of you that lost their voice but still hide in the puddles in your eyes. They ask what this poem is about.  I say it's about the way we love each other, betray each other, forget each other, and forget ourselves.  It's about the relationships we tumble through trying to untangle our truth and how the people we choose to dance with break us, rip us apart, push us to places where we don't recognize ourselves, leave us holding questions that have no answers that we collect like stones and wear loosely around our necks. It's about how one look reminds us we're small and weak and how somewhere in the middle of all that dancing we find the one mystery that holds us together:  the very ones that break us also heal us, they take us to the edge there we find a whole new world with stories to be written in our dreams, we look into their eyes and our reflections are shadows so large they touch the sky. We dance and remember every partner has the potential to help us find our way whole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today when you stand miles above the sea and even more miles away from me, and when you listen to the silence of the earth's soft breathing, when you're brown eyes search the horizon for the courage you feel you lack, when you step and fall not knowing how the story will end, if by chance you slip into that place of forgetting who you truly are remember once we danced and be assured I am collecting your broken pieces and writing poems about all your scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-5447579886573371628?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/5447579886573371628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=5447579886573371628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/5447579886573371628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/5447579886573371628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-scribblings.html' title='Weekend Scribblings'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SoZMzpSfWQI/AAAAAAAAB3w/zyFkDYdI4nU/s72-c/CIMG3441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-7487330845315981540</id><published>2009-03-16T11:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:58:50.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons in life'/><title type='text'>"Every relationship comes with an expiry date"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb3xIuIO2eI/AAAAAAAABnc/sRAqx3CHUVo/s1600-h/lonely+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb3xIuIO2eI/AAAAAAAABnc/sRAqx3CHUVo/s320/lonely+Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313668267490859490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many of you have stayed in a relationship well past its due date, just because you couldn't face the music and dump his sorry ass? Practically, yes, "Every thing that begins has to come to an end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We come up with all kinds of excuses to hang on: "He's not so bad... It's better than being alone... What if I don't meet someone else? I don't want to hurt his feelings... Maybe I'm not giving him a chance... Maybe I need to try harder... I don't want to clean up the mess when his heart breaks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guys are just as bad. Maybe even worse. Women are pathetically programmed to believe we will wilt and die if we don't have a man in our lives. We are also very good at trying to keep everyone happy, even if we have to suffer a little for it. So we can come up with all kinds of lame excuses not to leave. Guys have no such baggage. They just suddenly realize they don't like you anymore. They can't explain it and they usually won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In fact, guys rarely come right out and dump you. They just start acting weird ("Did I say I'd call? Oh sorry, my fish died.") Until you end up having to dump them. Either way, ditching someone is dirty work. Nobody wants to be the one to tell another person that they just don't cut it anymore. Lame lines and pathetic excuses are not allowed. The direct approach is the only way to go — though there's no need for bloodshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It should have the whiff of honesty without the stench of truth, I was once told. I like that. Except for the real cling-ons, of course. When someone really wants to hang on, anything short of "Go away!" might be construed as "there's still a chance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, we do often hang on to people thinking that perhaps separating from them is too early, may be we did not truly try to give that who once was someone special a chance... there is always hesitation, and it is healthy to have one. What is unhealthy is to hesitate for too long. How long is too long? One would always know. Pain and troubles go away with time, one needs to suck up and do it, because there is no other way and deep down we know if there is a chance or there is none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Relationships are not easy and there are constant up and downs. There are so many things in this world that can lead us to deviate from being faithful. It all depends on us. Where we were with one person at one time is not the same 2 years down the road. In these times everyone likes to change and yes I mean us. This is something in this day in age that is not the same as 10 years ago. People are more perpetual then they were. We have become much less tolerant of stupidity and less likely to be ignorant and this leads us to seek outside escapes and distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe true relation..Between souls... it’s eternal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The expiry date concept holds true for the weak ones... in which the bond between people is weaker than the demands and expectations...in this case the relation has to break.... memories are forever lasting, the physical relationship may be over but the spiritual relationship continues forever, love is beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-7487330845315981540?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/7487330845315981540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=7487330845315981540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/7487330845315981540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/7487330845315981540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/03/every-relationship-comes-with-expiry.html' title='&quot;Every relationship comes with an expiry date&quot;'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb3xIuIO2eI/AAAAAAAABnc/sRAqx3CHUVo/s72-c/lonely+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-2940286168011194424</id><published>2009-03-10T10:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:44:22.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>ture friendships?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb30qRuk3UI/AAAAAAAABnk/7xSckXyybQw/s1600-h/Piece_of_happiness_by_WhiteJapan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb30qRuk3UI/AAAAAAAABnk/7xSckXyybQw/s320/Piece_of_happiness_by_WhiteJapan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313672142517493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;True friendships dont tend to break up while they are still their strongest. But just because you are best/true friends with someone now doesnt mean you will be forever... things change...people change...things get misunderstood or misstrewn... people grow apart. So cherish you're best/true friend while you guys enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship is a combination of Loyalty, Respect and Secrecy between you and the other person. Willing to go the extra mile, so to speak, and looking out for one another are all a part of the true friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human nature plays a part in this area as well. During your earlier years, there are many people (kids) that are honing thier skills but starting off with not much in the values sector. You will pick out the sneaks, tattle tailers, and trouble makers as well as the spiteful types, but there will come a common bond with one or two that seem to agree and offer help in fighting back those that hurt you, which later on in the progession of school life and play time will make a comfortable decision process of who to avoid and who not to invite to a sleep over or party. Those left out either change or become introvert and spiteful. But the ones that are there all the time, you get comfortable with and grow as you get older. The close ones that share your thoughts and are always there in fun times as well as sorrow will mold friendships that continue on to adult life.&lt;br /&gt;During the growing up stages, we mature and find new friends associated with work and outside activities, but most are acquaintences that show respect. These new meetings will take a lot of time to evolve into additional friends who have to proove themselves and earn your respect to evolve into the close circle of friends. During this period of experiencing new friends, some may get removed due to interests and bad experiences which is a way of life, but the originals that have been around your life are mostly still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will experience arguments and disagreements in every facet of your lives and no matter what period of freezing up and avoidence, you will always get back in time through apologies that make one understand what caused the problem and laugh a little and move on with your closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your lifestyle and mannerisms may not be in the best for the partner, and if one does not speak out of what is not in favor to the other, sometimes one moves on to another seeking a more compatable partner but honing a true friendship should have been discussed and left with eticate and the understanding that you are not really meant for each other but can still talk and meet for a coffee or visit to watch a tv program while each is seeking a more favorable partner for future lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about friends and what if your exes wanna be friends what can you do... I am always curious about what the others do? I mean, unless it was a "mutual" decision between the two to break-up, why would the person who initiated the break-up want/care to remain in touch? Why would it matter to them to remain "friends"? I am directing this more towards the "ugly" break-ups where hurtful and damaging things was said. I mean, he wanted break up cause he wanted to move on and expects me to move on? Everyone says hes matured and he's right and all that. But the shock of it has lasted more than it should have. I think, in general, men have an easier time separating these things and we always assume that them wanting to stay in touch means way more than it actually does. It is so selfish and hurtful to the other person. But, since they are doing the breaking, they may not realize that. Sometimes as the break-ee, you have to set those boundaries after the breaking is done. Loosing your friend is the hardest part about breaking up, especially if it isn't a spectacular showdown - so I get the "let's be friends thing", but it does take some time apart to get used to, well being apart before you can go back to the friends thing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you reach a point where your friendship just isn't working for you anymore --maybe your friend has changed and no longer makes you happy, maybe you've changed and your friend just doesn't fit your needs anymore, or maybe you just don't have anything in common now. Usually, it's ok to let these friendships fade naturally, replacing a once close relationship with a more casual one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-2940286168011194424?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/2940286168011194424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=2940286168011194424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/2940286168011194424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/2940286168011194424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ture-friendships.html' title='ture friendships?'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb30qRuk3UI/AAAAAAAABnk/7xSckXyybQw/s72-c/Piece_of_happiness_by_WhiteJapan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-3162721059654191582</id><published>2009-02-28T00:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:47:02.999+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart healings'/><title type='text'>To be single or not be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb38plgRv2I/AAAAAAAABn0/t5RW0Ks1Lsg/s1600-h/Being+Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb38plgRv2I/AAAAAAAABn0/t5RW0Ks1Lsg/s320/Being+Lonely.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313680926739382114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One great thing about being single is not having to worry about all the relationship questions couples have to worry about. All of those restrictions of freedom, the constant compromise, the worries about trust — singles don’t have those issues. More to the point our issues are different like, “I just got invited to so and so’s party, and I need a date. Hmm…” There are so many advantages to being single but some things can be inconvenient.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what happens when it seems that you may be getting involved again? I don’t necessarily believe that my discovery of “the new relationship” is a direct result of bitterness. Maybe at first (I will readily admit!) but that is not what it has evolved into. I will say that because of the repeat offenders to my reluctantly trusting heart, I have continued to be gun-shy. When someone comes along –again– wanting to be in my life, I am apprehensive. The difference now is that I’ve realized that I’m fine alone, which only pushes me to risk a potential relationship again. Because of my “single being the new relationship” discovery, I hope to handle things if they don’t go my way, which wasn’t always the case before.                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because I know that life is simpler being alone, I’m not going to lie to you all and say single for life is something I want. Single being the new relationship is about being OK with oneness. So much so that when a relationship pops up, you are ready to be alone again if things go wrong. That may not seem very romantic or optimistic, but if you dissect the idea, it really is. The optimism is looking forward to getting back to YOU if/when relationships don’t work out. Too many times I’ve let myself cry in a pillow. You can cry. But stop after a day or so. Understanding single has so many benefits can guard you from pain later. And if you have the attitude of not making that person in your life the solution to anything and see he or she as an asset to your life instead of a completion, I believe the trust and relationship can be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That said taking the risk of coupledom is feasible, prepared and overall better because you know that you were a whole person before the opportunity of relationships comes knocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-3162721059654191582?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/3162721059654191582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=3162721059654191582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3162721059654191582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3162721059654191582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-single-or-not-be.html' title='To be single or not be'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb38plgRv2I/AAAAAAAABn0/t5RW0Ks1Lsg/s72-c/Being+Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-2599798766464722866</id><published>2009-02-28T00:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:42:53.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons in life'/><title type='text'>How many wrongs to make it right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb37w5qa--I/AAAAAAAABns/lbxgvvvNos4/s1600-h/True+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb37w5qa--I/AAAAAAAABns/lbxgvvvNos4/s320/True+Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313679952898096098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maybe we are meant to meet a few wrong people before we are meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling, like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't be content it grew in yours. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Dont' go for wealth even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! Always put yourself in other shoes, if you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Love begins with smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. Sometimes, when you spend a lot of time with a particular person, you feel he’s your life. You tend to forget what actually life is, until it hits you really hard and you realize that you have left everyone else behind and you are so lonely. Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they are meant to be there. They serve some sort of purpose like teaching you a lesson or helping you figure out what you want to become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes things happen to you and they may seem horrible, painful and unfair. But in reflection, you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you will never have realized your potential, strength, will power or heart. I realized this about a year back, when suddenly I realized I was left alone.. all alone, but then the truth dawned upon me that everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, great loss, and sheer stupidity, occur to test the limits of your soul. Without this small tests, like illness or relationship, life would be a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A safe and comfortable but dull ife does not give you anything. Your experiences create who you are. You can learn a lot from them. If someone hurt or betrays, or break your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not because they love you but because they teach you to love and open your heart and eyes to thing you would have never seen or felt before. Make everyday count, appreciate every moment and take them from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before, and listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to do so. Tell yourself that you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't, no one else will believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish, create your own life, and then go out and live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Always remember… No one is perfect in this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-2599798766464722866?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/2599798766464722866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=2599798766464722866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/2599798766464722866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/2599798766464722866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-wrongs-to-make-it-right.html' title='How many wrongs to make it right?'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb37w5qa--I/AAAAAAAABns/lbxgvvvNos4/s72-c/True+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-1871297273394822110</id><published>2008-11-29T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:21:39.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>terrorism has no religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4E4DhZOsI/AAAAAAAABoE/sq8w7HqoPhs/s1600-h/Terrorism_by_q8_princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4E4DhZOsI/AAAAAAAABoE/sq8w7HqoPhs/s320/Terrorism_by_q8_princess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313689971408321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some cowardly people inflicted damage to some of the most iconic and important buildings in our city, heritage buildings not only to mumbai, but to whole of India- they dared burn it, they dared to burn us, they dared to burn our country.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enough is enough.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lets all hope, the Taj and the Oberoi, open again in full glory, with renewed vigour and more importantly tighter security....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long live Mumbai, Long live India.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-1871297273394822110?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/1871297273394822110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=1871297273394822110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/1871297273394822110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/1871297273394822110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrorism-has-no-religion.html' title='terrorism has no religion'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4E4DhZOsI/AAAAAAAABoE/sq8w7HqoPhs/s72-c/Terrorism_by_q8_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-628520901961989588</id><published>2008-08-17T11:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:33:37.834+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons in life'/><title type='text'>Pursue Curiosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SKe_FI_OupI/AAAAAAAAAko/dCwLchxjpUo/s1600-h/catty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235363186874432146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SKe_FI_OupI/AAAAAAAAAko/dCwLchxjpUo/s320/catty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They say it's what killed the cat, but a growing body of medical evidence is proving otherwise: that a long, happy life is fueled by curiosity. You don't have to be current on the latest research to instinctively know that survival and success require curiosity. Without it, you can forget about getting good grades at school. Or coming up with the next big idea at work. Or getting the perfect gift for your friend on her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your brain were a tank for curiosity, where would the needle on the gauge be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For many people, curiosity simply means wanting to know about something when in fact the word harbors a deeper meaning:&lt;strong&gt; wanting to care about someone&lt;/strong&gt;. When your curiosity for the stars leads you to buy a telescope, it shows you know how to care about yourself. If only it were so easy to care about the friend who never calls. Or the parent who missed out on most of your life. And the colleague who barely acknowledges your existence. How can we be expected to care about such people?&lt;br /&gt;Consider for a moment a husband and wife who are getting ready to go out and meet their friends. If the husband is running late, does this mean the wife can now veer off schedule? Imagine if the wife decided to think: since he’s twenty minutes late, that means I'm entitled to my twenty, and now that I think about it, he was ten minutes late last week so that gives me a good half hour. That’s not caring, about either her husband or meeting their friends on time, that’s being “calculating.”&lt;br /&gt;Life produces two kinds of people: those who care and those who calculate. Do you care about the ideas in your term paper, or expand the margins to fill in the pages? Do you care about your colleagues and work, or how many minutes there are until lunch? Instead of caring about what might be meaningful to your spouse, does an expensive present solve all problems? What are the consequences of calculating? A terrible paper. An unbearable workplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a ten-year old marriage that ends with the lawyers calculating what belongs to who right down to the last broken teacup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The single most important approach to life, whether it's at school, work or home, is to ask yourself how you should care, not how much you should care. Think of a baby that gets into every drawer, a child who expects to find wonder inside everything. Approach the people in your life with a similar mindset. Care for the right reasons, and you'll disarm others into being caring as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how can I show that I care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I decided it was time to resolve certain things with my parents. Getting them to sit down for a long talk seemed impractical. Most of the time they were in their garden. Reluctantly, I took it upon myself to learn about soil and planting; landscaping and design. Watering and waiting. I stopped counting past disappointments and developed a relationship with them I never thought possible. &lt;strong&gt;“Calculating” is a potent poison which requires an equally potent antidote.&lt;/strong&gt; The only place to find it is somewhere outside of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing curiosity means caring enough about someone else to step out of your comfort zone. It's like playing an away game. Sure, you’d rather play at home where the crowd is on your side, but the mark of a great team has always been measured by its ability to win on the road. No one gets to the playoffs if they don’t win there. What would happen if teams refused to play away games? There wouldn't be any games to play at all. Once you refuse to meet others outside of your own zone, all meaningful communication comes to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;Many of today’s most successful entrepreneurs got where they are because of a willingness to explore new surroundings. Giorgio Armani left medicine to create his fashion empire. Bill Gates dropped out of Harvard to form Microsoft. &lt;strong&gt;And J.K. Rowling got out of the welfare line to transport all of us into the universe of Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;. What we need to remember is that "going to the beyond" to create new zones is what keeps life pulsating with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;While your comfort zone can be a place of security, it shouldn't be one of laziness and selfishness. The more you stay in your zone, the more you shut yourself off to the possibilities of new and stronger relationships with others. &lt;strong&gt;Every day, make a conscious decision to go beyond what you know. You might have to take baby steps at first. &lt;/strong&gt;But whether it's smiling at a stranger or agreeing to work on a project with a difficult colleague or going with your spouse to visit the in-laws, in time you'll realize it's the bigger person who sees and steps out into a more vibrant world.&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/2543517847511626970-628520901961989588?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/628520901961989588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=628520901961989588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/628520901961989588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/628520901961989588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2008/08/pursue-curiosity.html' title='Pursue Curiosity'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SKe_FI_OupI/AAAAAAAAAko/dCwLchxjpUo/s72-c/catty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-7318679317959914917</id><published>2008-03-03T10:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:25:41.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>better to have loved and lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4F2tdlZyI/AAAAAAAABoM/fpm0CCOs-rE/s1600-h/forward___by_WWWest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4F2tdlZyI/AAAAAAAABoM/fpm0CCOs-rE/s320/forward___by_WWWest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691047818520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/R8uBYhZbDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FMw_BPtL6vg/s1600-h/CIMG0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A question that plagues - is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Lord Tennyson raised the issue in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Memoriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; , written in a state of almost suicidal grief after the sudden death of his friend, Arthur Hallam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since then, not just poets and essayists, but every lover has asked himself and the world in general this question. Would you rather never have tasted love, and so none of its attendant rollercoaster ride of emotions ranging from exultation to grief? Or, do you feel richer for all the experience loving and being loved brought to you? Difficult question to answer, especially given the fact that all of us walk into love with our eyes closed, believing like every full blooded human being does, that only the good stuff happens to us, while bad things happen to others. And yet, nobody can be in love and not be swung to absolute extremes of emotion. You are riding an unbelievable high one moment and plunging into abysmal depression the next. You believe yourself to be the luckiest person alive while in love and then, when that love ends, there could be nobody more torn apart than you... They say love and intimacy is the cause of all our happiness and sorrow; our well-being and sickness, and of all our pain and healing. To give up one is to give up the other. If you deny yourself love for fear of the pain, you would undoubtedly be depriving yourself of all the ecstasies too. Surely the high that love alone can swing you to is worth the risk of pain? And then, there is a beauty to even the pain that love brings. Its beauty lies in the depth of emotion we experience and to the way we respond to it. Some of our most beautiful poetry, songs and art have been the result of emotional turmoil resulting from rejection in love. In fact many creative artists work on perfecting the art of wallowing in melancholy. The world's greatest love stories have ended in pain and separation. Does that stop us from idolising Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, Tristan &amp;amp; Isolde, Heer Ranjha or Paro Devdas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are those who say that love never ends. Two individuals may choose to end a relationship, yet if they truly loved each other, the love lasts beyond their togetherness. It is an emotion that you can revisit and wrap around yourself as a comfort in times of loneliness and despair. Love imbues two individuals with a sense of wellbeing, happiness and confidence that rest of the world cannot penetrate. And when they separate, why must they also give up all the positive strokes love brought them? Whether or not you are able to smile at shared happy moments later and retain the positive feelings really depends on the way two individuals choose to end their relationship. Dr Brian Weiss in Only Love is Real , the book Princess Diana read just before she took off on her last holiday with Dodi, explains that love is a powerful, reuniting energy. If you believe in love as the be-all and end-all of our existence; as both the beginning as well as conclusion of the journey of life, you would agree that we need to go through any number of relationships in life because we learn our life's lessons through them — "forgiveness, understanding, patience, awareness, non-violence...We have to unlearn other traits, such as fear ... anger....greed ... hatred ... pride... ego which result from old conditioning.' If that's so, then the very purpose of the beginning and ending of a relationship must be to enable us to learn valuable lessons. And, if we don't understand that, we would be doomed to a series of loves that keep ending in grief! Love sharpens our senses and mental faculties. It increases our capacity for giving as well as receiving emotion. Love brings with it enlightenment and a lightness of being. And when love creeps away, it leaves us with a depth of emotion that is just as meaningful and necessary to our existence, to the very fabric of our lives... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hold it true, whate'er befall; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel it, when I sorrow most; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tis better to have loved and lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Than never to have loved at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Lord Tennyson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-7318679317959914917?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/7318679317959914917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=7318679317959914917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/7318679317959914917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/7318679317959914917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-to-have-loved-and-lost.html' title='better to have loved and lost'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4F2tdlZyI/AAAAAAAABoM/fpm0CCOs-rE/s72-c/forward___by_WWWest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-3294042446643148803</id><published>2007-12-02T22:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:48:05.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Time'/><title type='text'>For Ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4HuG8ToNI/AAAAAAAABoU/KTa_AeY-1a8/s1600-h/CIMG2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4HuG8ToNI/AAAAAAAABoU/KTa_AeY-1a8/s320/CIMG2615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313693099062698194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;This is what I wrote for my mum for her 60th Birthday Party which was ROCKING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You are the one that's always been there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Even when everyone turned against me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You were there,Standing right next to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I was sick you looked after me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I fell down you picked me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I cried you hugged me and told me everything would be ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I was hungry you fed me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But most of all you Love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You may not notice,I may not it show it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But Mum I love you, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;So today on your birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Put up your feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Coz today is your special day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;pssst... my mommie and dadddiee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-3294042446643148803?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/3294042446643148803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=3294042446643148803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3294042446643148803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/3294042446643148803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-what-i-wrote-for-my-mum-on-her.html' title='For Ma...'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4HuG8ToNI/AAAAAAAABoU/KTa_AeY-1a8/s72-c/CIMG2615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-5029336368729999669</id><published>2007-11-20T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:00:47.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart healings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Heart Reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If your heart were reborn to be unbroken, Would you sit there lost, or take the great token. The coin that would start life all over again, And lead you to love that would sure you a win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the hurt before that left a great wound, It would all be gone so sudden, so soon. No more saddening memories of such a great start, No more agony or pain of the falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams to reality now...blue skies and lullabies, Left behind the overcast, grey skies and lonesome cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the time you need...joy, smiles, and happy love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That you'll spend with that special someone, 'till you leave for heaven above....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-5029336368729999669?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/5029336368729999669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=5029336368729999669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/5029336368729999669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/5029336368729999669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2007/11/heart-reborn-if-your-heart-were-reborn.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543517847511626970.post-211988785048354297</id><published>2007-09-12T15:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:02:01.711+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love?'/><title type='text'>How long does it last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4ccSV_34I/AAAAAAAABoc/hk67P_0IpMc/s1600-h/You_and_I___by_WWWest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4ccSV_34I/AAAAAAAABoc/hk67P_0IpMc/s320/You_and_I___by_WWWest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313715882629783426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Romance is not an emotion; it’s a feeling. And feelings are temporal; they come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Why can't romance survive a marriage? In fact, why can’t romance last beyond a few years? And I refer here to romance in its narrowest sense- as in the quickening of pulse, fluttering of the heart and a giddy rushing of blood to the head. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if 30 years in your marriage, you look at your husband and your heart stops for a moment before it goes into overdrive, your eyes soften, limbs loosen and palms go clammy? Exhausting, yes, if it happens all the time, but fantabulous, nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Let’s face it; romance is like a drug that gives a high and you cannot stay on a high forever. Various studies around the world suggested romantic love lasts anywhere from one to three to seven years - but then dies out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course there is no guaranteeing it will not strike again and yet again at different point of life, with other people. Short bursts of splendid moments shared and cherished then committed to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe it’s in its momentary intensity that the beauty of romantic love lies. Something that burns high like a flame and then splutters and dies out, leaving behind a sense of warmth and the pain of something lost. Romance is not an emotion; its a feeling. And Feelings are temporal; they come and go. They may excite and engage for the time being but cannot last lifetime. Its steady, stable love that’s the emotion that can last a lifetime, and as some would say beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Romance is a transient and it is this very transience that makes it heady. The quick rocketing of emotion perhaps has an inbuilt in the eventuality of the fizzle out. This could happen once you possess a loved one or under stress of daily living. Romance just cannot thrive within a structured confine; it must be given its head. And that’s how marriage, a live-in relationship or an extremely possessive attitude can kill it. And if these don’t, then sheer passing of time does the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But one cannot say the highs and lows are without their rewards. Romantic love takes you to a new high, but losing it seems to take you to an even higher dimension. Some of the most beautiful verses, songs and art are the result of lost romantic love. The highly turbulent feelings associated with romantic love possibly are the shortest course in living we are likely to get in life, the building up as well as decline of romantic love is an emotional roller coaster that helps us grow pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;On the other hand, a deep affectionate loving relationship, sans the highs and lows of romance, has a far greater chance of survival. Love can be eternal. It may never attain the heights of hormone-laden romance, but it’s steady and stable and lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Can romance ruin into love? You would be extremely lucky to have your romantic relationship build up into a deeply loving one. More often that not bitterness sets in. Experts opine that there is no set formula for this. However, it helps if both partners share a similar attitude towards marriage or companionship. For instance, if bother look upon it as something that has to last a lifetime, or both think it shouldn’t be taken too seriously. And if both realize that though it may not be possible to recreate the first flush of romance, it is possible to build a steady relationship on the basis of that initial magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The term falling in love has always struck me a bit odd. Why must one "fall" in love? Why no "rise" in love? When you fall, you are bound to get up, dust off and move on. When you rise, you soar together. The dizziness of a fall may anytime be more exciting and exhilarating, but who wouldn’t want love to last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;How long does it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I have no answers now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I’ll need her until the stars all burn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And she’ll be there- Andy Williams, Love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543517847511626970-211988785048354297?l=enigmaticekta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/feeds/211988785048354297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543517847511626970&amp;postID=211988785048354297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/211988785048354297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543517847511626970/posts/default/211988785048354297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmaticekta.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-long-does-it-last.html' title='How long does it last?'/><author><name>Enigmatic EKTA!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/SlltSUhQHVI/AAAAAAAABzs/IBOp3piZT2g/S220/CIMG3366b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLE5yhcGN_A/Sb4ccSV_34I/AAAAAAAABoc/hk67P_0IpMc/s72-c/You_and_I___by_WWWest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
