<?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-34417589</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:38:13.188-05:00</updated><category term='Happy Holi'/><category term='With out Friends Life is hell'/><category term='Thoughts from my Heart'/><category term='Value Your Words Always like Pearl'/><category term='LAS VEGAS- A PARADISE'/><category term='SFO and San Jose- The silicon valley of US'/><title type='text'>It's my world</title><subtitle type='html'>Let's rock friends. Life is beautiful but small. Enjoy each bit of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3219156625644973435</id><published>2008-02-10T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:01:19.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In God we trust; all others must pay cash</title><content type='html'>This line caught my attention, when i was browsing orkut. It was my fortune on that day. I was just debating on that day, what does that mean.  I got my answer very soon. Only have faith in god everything else is useless. As a child, i always believed in god. I was fascinated by the character of Lord Hanuman. Though i never was interested in going to temple, as i believed, god lies in heart of a person. My  mom always used to say why the hell you are not going to a temple? I never bothered to answer her. May be no body knew the reason for my behavior.  Anyway, believing depends on a person. No body should be forced to have faith on god. I have seen people and my friends, who does not believe in god but are successful in life. I believe the power of almighty helps people who are believer of themselves. That's why they say in god we trust and all others must pay cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3219156625644973435?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3219156625644973435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3219156625644973435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3219156625644973435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3219156625644973435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-god-we-trust-all-others-must-pay.html' title='In God we trust; all others must pay cash'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4390524070558101241</id><published>2008-01-05T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:43:56.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump up yourself</title><content type='html'>always pump up yourself. never give away hope or never be down with thoughts. If you are down, then you will get unmotivated. i have learned that since last few days. always take everything easily and always  look for better options. because dreams give hope and hope is the medicine for better future. Fight hard with adversity and definitely you will be a winner. Life gives you challenges to become a better person. So guys just pump u yourself and brace up yourself for hard and difficult days. At the end , we are going to win and then life becomes sweet and full of enjoyment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4390524070558101241?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4390524070558101241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4390524070558101241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4390524070558101241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4390524070558101241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2008/01/pump-up-yourself.html' title='Pump up yourself'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7528536324592304213</id><published>2008-01-05T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:31:30.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicussion</title><content type='html'>well always discussion brings the best idea. i am lucky to be with friends who are from different technologies and thinking. when you discuss any topic, there is so much difference and new thoughts. you really wonder, how many aspects of life exists. always health discussion brings the best ideas and helps you to gather best thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7528536324592304213?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7528536324592304213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7528536324592304213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7528536324592304213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7528536324592304213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2008/01/dicussion.html' title='Dicussion'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6577287446870164500</id><published>2008-01-05T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:29:31.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taare Zameen Par</title><content type='html'>An awesome movie. Hats off to Amir Khan for introducing such a good movie to bolly wood. This movie takes you back to your childhood. The child actor has acted brilliantly. Amir has given the child protagonist his due. The movie depicts the innocence of childhood and how it is lost now  a days in the competitive world. The child's struggle in study and always looking for somebody to understand him is well shown. I would say that movie is the best movie i have seen in years. It has touch my heart. The song which depicts the child's affection towards his mother is also an added point. Always i feel,  a child is burdened with expectation of the parent the day he goes to school. Always they want him to be a doctor,engineer and etc. They never ask the child what his wish is. No scope for games and enjoyment. May be due to this the child become adult soon. Is the life of child is to study and score marks. Is there any other meaning of life? Has somebody asked ever a child what his dream is? the innocence of child is lost quickly and he try to win the rat race for life. this movie has shown how this has become a disease and i think that it is a brave attempt. It means bollywood has matured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6577287446870164500?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6577287446870164500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6577287446870164500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6577287446870164500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6577287446870164500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zameen-par.html' title='Taare Zameen Par'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7911195381661803882</id><published>2008-01-01T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:01:24.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year @Times Square</title><content type='html'>What a scene this new year eve was? I went to times square to witness the ball drop. It was totally jam packed with crowd. 1 million people were present in the times square. It was cold but the crowd were excited and it was fun among them. I saw people from all parts of world. The security was really tight and nobody was allowed to carry backpacks and bags. There were a group of Hispanic people and afro-Americans and they were full of energy. I saw a lady in her fifties but she was dancing like a 17 yr old teen. There were three afro-american girls and i was surprised by their energy level. they were dancing till it turned 12 o clock. Sometimes you salute the energy level of them. The cold was nothing for them. Even the hispanic lady was dancing with energy. There were couple of people who pipped through their window to look at the crowd. One guy among them was an entertainer. He danced, spilled rum and beer over the crowd and make them scream. Sometimes you surprised by the energy level these people show. I was just standing there like a statue and enjoying their activities. When the clock reached midnight, you can see the buzz in the crowd. It was so exciting. People were partying hard along the way and drunk like a drunkard. Life seems so enjoying when you are in such a place with friends. I was lucky to have bunch of friends with me on the eve of new year. Life is so beautiful with them. To all of friends, Happy new year 2008. I will remember this new year for a long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7911195381661803882?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7911195381661803882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7911195381661803882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7911195381661803882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7911195381661803882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-times-square.html' title='New Year @Times Square'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8124150465458352627</id><published>2007-12-01T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:49:10.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>When i sleep i see your face&lt;br /&gt;as if you are calling to give me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;i became restless to be with you&lt;br /&gt;i do not when i will meet you&lt;br /&gt;time is running fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;i have to make quick success&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the day to be with you&lt;br /&gt;i know i can never live with out you&lt;br /&gt;even if i am among the crowds&lt;br /&gt;i always think about you&lt;br /&gt;i do not care what people say&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am made for you and you are for me&lt;br /&gt;life will be happier than never with you&lt;br /&gt;let's pray us to be united&lt;br /&gt;make life enjoyable and healthier again&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to enjoy your warmth&lt;br /&gt;the face and the smell of you&lt;br /&gt;it will make eagerly waiting for you again..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8124150465458352627?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8124150465458352627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8124150465458352627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8124150465458352627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8124150465458352627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-618909682499293765</id><published>2007-12-01T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:44:20.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money or Career</title><content type='html'>The famous question always haunts me. Sometimes it sleeps and then returns back. Till now i have got no answer. Life is always threatening with this query. Now as i am running out of time and i have so many decisions to make, i have to find my course of action soon. I never get satisfied with life and never will be . The quest for perfection drives me restless and when i can not solve a issue, i forget all things in life. I do not know how will be able to do that. Life always gives you challenge and makes you learn how to survive. I hope to resolve my ambiguity soon and settle in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-618909682499293765?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/618909682499293765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=618909682499293765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/618909682499293765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/618909682499293765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/money-or-career.html' title='Money or Career'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5926339363203188143</id><published>2007-12-01T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:38:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Cold makes room heaven</title><content type='html'>NYC city is really cold today. The wind is so chilly, nobody dares to venture out. Life seems like going in to hibernation. Today i had a feast at home. I went for shopping and we shopped a lot. Today menu was speacial. Starting with jhaal mudhi, then pistaa baadam, then semiya, then chole curry . It seems there is no end to menu. Hakka noodle was the lunch menu. It seems i am going to become fat soon. The food my roomies cook is delicious. They never care about timing or amount of food. They are all foodie. They love and live life. I have learned a lot from my roomies. These guys are having a time of life. The cosy bed is calling me and it is time to sleep. The best medicine to energize your self is sleep and boys i love it. After a long week of work and the cold weather, it helps to sleep well. Enjoy the night guys........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5926339363203188143?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5926339363203188143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5926339363203188143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5926339363203188143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5926339363203188143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/killing-cold-makes-room-heaven.html' title='Killing Cold makes room heaven'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2054750243716130682</id><published>2007-12-01T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:31:14.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in US</title><content type='html'>It is easy but risky. You need to follow rules. Driving in high way is easy but risky. You  can drive fast but if you make a mistake then it is a mess. i drove fast but it was my first time. In the night, i was feeling so sleepy. It is better to have a co-drive, so that you can rest. Also it is better if you have a non-reflecting glass. As my eye wear was normal, the reflections were bad. I could hardly see the road. The rain added salt to my injury. You can not see beyond 20 feet. It cooled down the pace of the traffic. I had to drink coffee to keep myself awake as i was sleeping like hell. I thank god for enabling me to reach home safely. More over it was a learning experience. I came to know about my weak road senses. I need to be more perfect in direction sense. Always there is a room to improve...Enjoy safe driving ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2054750243716130682?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2054750243716130682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2054750243716130682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2054750243716130682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2054750243716130682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/driving-in-us.html' title='Driving in US'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4988687241162254060</id><published>2007-12-01T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:27:33.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>India Dominates in Eden</title><content type='html'>Dream come true for Kolkata people. The team is batting superbly. Except kartik, everybody had a blast in Eden and prince of Kolkata got a century. Well done Indian team and i am hoping they will perform same team effort when they went to Australia. That will be memorable for most of us. Well i am sad that Sachin missed the ton and Dravid was given out , when it seemed the light passed between his bat and ball. Never to be disappointed India had scored 600 at a good score. No point to loose and i hope they will dominate the series. Well done team India. Fans like Abhi and Deba will love now the team more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4988687241162254060?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4988687241162254060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4988687241162254060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4988687241162254060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4988687241162254060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/indai-dominates-in-eden.html' title='India Dominates in Eden'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2889371768590480593</id><published>2007-12-01T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:06:59.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saawariya or OSO</title><content type='html'>Well both seems to be not choice of users But SRK sells in US and UK. OSO is a big hit and Saawariya got good opening. Both have no scripts and Saawariya towel was selling much higher rate than movie tickets. OSO was hot because of SRK and Deepika. Anyway both movies are of different state and both got good opening. Saawariya and OSO has good songs. Saawariya has better songs and it is pleasant to hear. One of my friend said no body knows when Saawariya had first and last show. Not any thing expected from Bhansali. I hoped it will be e bigger movie but he disappointed me. May be it is time time to watch American Gangster.. A master piece of Hollywood ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2889371768590480593?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2889371768590480593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2889371768590480593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2889371768590480593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2889371768590480593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/saawariya-or-oso.html' title='Saawariya or OSO'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8314348275441248567</id><published>2007-12-01T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:02:37.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida-The Sunshine State</title><content type='html'>In the long weekend, i went to Florida for vacation. Florida is called as the Sunshine State because Sun is always there and you never feel the cold of winter. It was totally different weather compared to NYC.  Plenty of spaces and plenty of beaches. I went o Miami beach and i spent two hours in the sea. It felt really refreshing spending time in sea after such a long gap. I always loved water sports and first time it was contact with nature in US. The water was salty and you can lot of beauties in the beach :). The water is not that clean because of sew weeds. Miami downtown looks splendid in the night under the cool rays of moon. Next day i went to key west, which is the south most point of USA. It can be called as Kanyakumari of USA. I did water sports like para sailing and Jet Ski there. I enjoyed both the sports. Jet Ski just like riding motor bike in water and para sailing is also adventurous. There is a huge ship standing in the sea for visit. I have never seen such a long ship in my life. Jet ski was exciting and it took us sometime to learn it but it is worth the money spending.While returning, i ate in Indian restaurant. Now you can find Indian restaurants in each corner of USA. Next day i drove to Orlando for Disney land and Sea world adventure. I drove to Orlando, which is around 4 hours from weston. I stayed in weston with my cousin.  First time in my life i ventured out in along trip with me only drving the car. It was exciting but tiring. I drove in highway and enjoyed the drive. I took rest during the journey because i was feeling tired. Sea world is fully fun. It has a show where dolphins show you games. It is breath taking. Also they have a shamu show where whales display their flexibility. As Christmas was near they were  playing songs and people were singing in chorus. It is really  electrifying atmosphere.  The penguins show, sea lion show, under water scuba diving and the shark aquarium are good. I went to hotel and the hotel rates are pretty cheap in Orlando. Next day, i went to Disney land and Disney downtown. I went to Disney water park called  Blizar Beach and it had so many games. i played for around 5 hours with my cousin. I returned that night. But the return drive was tiring. I was felling so sleepy that i had to take two breaks and drank coffee for first time in life to woke me for drive. sometimes life gives you challenges and you have to accept them. After drinking that coffee for sometime, i drove smartly and reached home. Most of all Florida trip was enjoyable and tiring. Florida has good roads and infrastructure is good. I loved the weather and while returning it was raining like hell. You can not see anything. You can find a lot of Spanish people  in Florida and Americans seems to be in minority. I loved Florida for its beaches and its sunny condition. It is just like going to Kerala or Goa. Breath taking sceneries and Sea beauty relaxes your tired brain and i returned with much energy for my busy next week schedule.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8314348275441248567?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8314348275441248567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8314348275441248567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8314348275441248567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8314348275441248567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/12/florida-sunshine-state.html' title='Florida-The Sunshine State'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8077555728191764454</id><published>2007-11-18T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:18:53.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>India Wins home series after 24 years</title><content type='html'>This seems like pretty long for a home series win. Pakistan always have played well in India. I like the win because Sachin played well and i like him. Also this series have made the team united and they have clicked as a team. The team has been playing with out a coach and they have been performing well. May be the players are maturing. Yuvi has matured for sure and the new players are also have woken up to responsibility. Dhoni has captained well and he plays as usual his dhoom shoots. His hai style is always in news and i like his newer hair style. It is trim and lean. I always prefer cut like Dhoni amd Matt demon. Hair style enhances someones personality. Now a days players are more concerned about their looks and aggressive. Sachin has been a player down to earth and has always performed well. Always expectations are high on him.  The one thing still now not in the team is consistency. Like Australia, who hate to loose a single match. I think that is needed in Indian team. Australians are a huge force in terms terms of consistency because they always wants to do better. I respect them for that. They never relax even after winning the series. That sets them different from other teams. India team can win the series in Australia and it will be biggest revenge for them. Australians are aggressive and they love to talk. The best answer is defeat them and they will take notice of you and respect you. That dream is still there and billions of Indians are wishing for that rare series win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8077555728191764454?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8077555728191764454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8077555728191764454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8077555728191764454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8077555728191764454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/11/india-wins-home-series-after-24-years.html' title='India Wins home series after 24 years'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3066157018879437755</id><published>2007-11-18T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:07:49.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New place New roomies</title><content type='html'>Finally reached Jersey city. I found a place to live and has got Oriya room mates. First time in my life, i am living with Oriya people. I lived with some Oriya friends before but one guy was not brought up in Orissa and he lives out of Orissa. Now everybody born and brought up and live also in Orissa. I always preferred people from different state because it lets me know their culture. The guys are young and restless like me. But may be i have crossed their stage , where you do not care about others and you talk a lot. It is certain that i have quiet since last few years and got adjusted to live like that. I want privacy more now and believes in more concepts which i was not. When i interact with my new roomies, it gives me memories of my college days. These friends are helping in nature and they are different. They cook well and they have different priorities in life. It has added one advantage. Now when i tell my parents that i am living with my state mates. They are really happy and they are tension free. There are some changes needed in the room and we are going to do it soon. Also Indian grocery and transport is very near. I am missing the gym a lot and i need to find a place soon for it. Always life gives you opportunities and it depends on you , how to utilize it. Well for the time being, i feel like just at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3066157018879437755?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3066157018879437755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3066157018879437755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3066157018879437755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3066157018879437755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-place-new-roomies.html' title='New place New roomies'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6405099510372761181</id><published>2007-11-18T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:57:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC City</title><content type='html'>Well finally i came to the city, which i liked for its people and buildings. This city also brings me to me favorite domain banking and finance. I had been trying since last few months to get hold of Finance concepts. What else can you ask from God. He gave me the hot topic to choose. Investment Banking. It is a great and exiting topic with a great career and money but heavy workload. You always need to be on your toe, as it is a high risk business. You need to understand also the finance and economy of the world, to make the best use of the profits. If you are wrong, investors are going to suffer heavily. I am totally new to this concept and i am hoping that my new project may give some insights in to this concept. NYC city is populated like Mumbai and you live the life jsut like back in India. This city at least tries me to put in to that mode. Sometimes, if you live in other cities, you are in that comfort zone, that you can not live in India. But if you are in NYC, somewhat it negates that. NYC city is full of immigrants. Sometimes i feel, this city has been invaded by people who are from other countries. It has good mode of transport and the city never sleeps. If you go to Jersey city, Indians are in plenty. You feel like you are at home. NYC city also has lot of Indian restaurants and you can have food from all varieties. After my relocation to this city, i have been eating a lot outside. It is also not that expensive and the quality of food is good. NYC city is very expensive, life is fast, crowded and traffic is bad but i do not know, i like this city very much. May be it reminds me of my origin and may be this city will bring the best of me and will make me more strong professionally and emotionally. This city has offered me so many challenges and i am up to it. This was the city, in which airport i had landed during my first visit to US and i have loved it's aerial view. NYC is because of its people. I met also here my some old friends and also one of my old colleague, who had trained me. I used to think that he is a kind of mad guy and he has not changed a bit. But he has not changed a bit. But i was surprised, when he talked to me in my native language. He gave a good treat and told me few things, which i will remember. I have been lucky that people treat me so well and everybody has been friendly. That makes me feel that i am blessed and i thank god for that. NYC rocks during night and you should see it once to fall in love in its charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6405099510372761181?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6405099510372761181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6405099510372761181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6405099510372761181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6405099510372761181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/11/nyc-city.html' title='NYC City'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4183191780814701876</id><published>2007-11-18T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:31:30.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore Green belt</title><content type='html'>Well i miss the beauty of Baltimore in NYC for sure. I went once to a u-haul store in Baltimore. We have to drive for around 90 minutes to reach that place. On the way, i saw some places which are worth watching. It is just like you are in heaven. Long green fields with a house in them. It felt as if nature is doing painting for people to enjoy. When you see those beautiful house with greenery among them, it makes me jealous. In India, we do not have that much of land left for build house like these. Americans are lucky to have vast land and they make the best of it. The roads with trees on sides and farm lands stretching miles is a scenery to watch. I have been an admirer of natures beauty since i was a kid. I love the greenery. When i saw those farm lands, i just wanted to roll over them. Sleep and look to the blue sky and dream about having a romantic life. Sometimes places like this give your heart much needed breathe from city life. You tend to admire god's creation. My friend Rexy had told me earlier that Baltimore is a beautiful place. On that day i realized that. I felt very proud on that day that i have been associated with this city. Baltimore downtown also has a port. It looks so beautiful in night. I have spent a lot of weekends there enjoying the live music and songs. Sometimes, you wish time should stand still, so that you can keep on enjoying it. Well, now i need to move. I will miss those days in Baltimore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4183191780814701876?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4183191780814701876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4183191780814701876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4183191780814701876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4183191780814701876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/11/baltimore-green-belt.html' title='Baltimore Green belt'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6177851146506327211</id><published>2007-10-16T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:21:34.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams give vision, vision gives thoughts and thoughts lead to action</title><content type='html'>Kalam is really a visionary. No doubt about it. These words were told by him, when he was in Baltimore for a function. He has got a charm, what inspires all. He is common man's president. He is a visionary and this generation believes in him. He proved that Presidential poll is not a rubber stamp and presidents can exercise their power. He was the man behind the success of Indian Missile program. Being a bachelor has given him the extra time needed for his family. He once said, dreams give hope to humans. So dream and go for it. He is dead right. Dreams give you energy to go to the next level and make life more challenging. There is no color of dreams but they spice up your life. They give you that extra kick needed from life. People who dream always are visionaries. They believe dreams carry hopes and it gives us the extra intelligence to go for the next level of innovation. Kalam is down to earth after so many days and that makes him special. he is one of the role model for me and he always gives me hope that India will become supreme one day in Technology and Science. It will be country where Innovation will marry human values. A dream that i have carried through out my life!Hats off to you Mr Kalam, the Missile Man..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6177851146506327211?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6177851146506327211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6177851146506327211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6177851146506327211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6177851146506327211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-give-vision-vision-gives.html' title='dreams give vision, vision gives thoughts and thoughts lead to action'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3878566976516584577</id><published>2007-10-02T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:18:31.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi Jayanti</title><content type='html'>Well nobody believed in Gandhi now a days. People think because of him India got independence later. He has slowed Indian economy with his believes. He is an outdated man with his outdated ideas. May be Gandhi never believed that everybody will follow him and his life will be put in to discussion to prove its worth. Einstein is correct when he said the future generation will not believe in Gandhi and his fellowship. No body in this new world has the courage to have patience and preach for non-violence. But Gandhi won freedom of India on it. I always believed there are something, which you can do with no violence movement. Gandhi may not be the only reason for India's freedom. He is one of the region. He is the father of nation. He sacrificed his own family and children's future for this country. So did all the freedom fighters. Due to Munna Bhai series of movies, Gandhian gained popularity. That is best example of how , Gandhi's principle can be implemented in life. Indian immigrants waiting for Green Card took one leaf from this movie and protested the Gandhian way. the result the US govt took steps to see where the policies went wrong. What else can you say as example. Gandhian has sits merits when implemented successfully. Let pray to the god to give solace to the man, who always believed in India and hoped it can give direction to the world. Hats off to Mr Gandhi.. He will be always India's father of Nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3878566976516584577?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3878566976516584577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3878566976516584577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3878566976516584577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3878566976516584577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/gandhi-jayanti.html' title='Gandhi Jayanti'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5597349000669024834</id><published>2007-10-02T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:06:48.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Diversity</title><content type='html'>One of my colleague recently said, Americans do not have any culture. Due to modern age, all countries are loosing values in their traditional culture. But i do not agree. Do not you think, the greatest gift Americans have is to embrace all cultures of world. You have so many options and freedom to choose. Nobody looks in you life and comments. you are free and due to this Independence great minds success and reach higher limit. May be it has also disadvantages. but i guess they are negligible considered to the advantages. Culture is how people treat you. How the society view you? People in America has great respect for other cultures and other people though they are by birth patriotic. Due to global changes, everything is changing. May be countries want to be like US. But the honesty and respect, people get in this country is nonparallel. It is just like the good old days of Indian history, when there was no crime. Everybody was free and there was no caste subdivision. I have seen American people coming to temple and believing in what we do. Sometimes they wore Saris and other traditional dresses to prove that they are open to changes. ISKON is proof of this. That is the beauty of American culture. It is people who are important. Once that is set in place, everything else will put in to place. I never felt any difference between India and US due to this commonality. Cultural diversity gives people much more reasons to respect and enjoy life. That is truly human bonding, friendship. United in Diversity. That is the best part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5597349000669024834?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5597349000669024834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5597349000669024834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5597349000669024834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5597349000669024834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/cultural-diversity.html' title='Cultural Diversity'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2498276875503600659</id><published>2007-10-02T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:55:31.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>This sounds like a movie story. It takes courage to fall in love and luck and dedication to emerge as winner. I have seen some of the greatest love stories in my friend circle and have enjoyed their success. As i was famous in my friend circle as match maker.  I always felt happiness in seeing two hears combine. that's the divine gift one can has. Sometimes i wonder, why people fall in love. Does Heart ever wins over Brain. Can everybody fall in love? I believed in Yes. I think, if you can match the right qualities and introduce people to their other half, all can enjoy this Adam's forbidden fruit.  In my view, Love is a feeling, it is a fragrance. It enlightens body and mind. It gives you energy to work and kick to get your goal. It has so many forms. Love for family, work or sports, you can name them. But love also involves two most different things. Union of hearts. Does it mean, people who do arrange marriage are fools. No way, love has no definition, no boundary, no religion. It can happen to any body at any age, at any time. There is no proper timing for it. It just takes moments to that feeling sink in. I have seen some arrange marriage couple are more happier than the love marriage couples. Because it only takes love to unite hearts. Not anything else. I have seen people achieving greater heights because of this. May be it has different meaning for different people and different countries.When was a kid, you have no tension. Because everybody loves you. When you grow up, you always seek it. I am blessed with great friends, who has always made me understand how family's enjoy love and companionship. I know how much my family is important and how much they love me. It is unconditional and pure form of love. Life is so relaxing when you see so much love between family members. It gives you courage to fight against the whole world or society. But the bottom line is every living being in this world always try to get it. It is the best feeling in life and as long as it is there, life is beautiful. So friends, fall in love and enjoy life. Life is shorter with out love and nobody has the right to deny anybody from love. Go and grab this fruit and live life once more................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2498276875503600659?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2498276875503600659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2498276875503600659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2498276875503600659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2498276875503600659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4441050938408003826</id><published>2007-10-02T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:15:24.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rama Sethu Issue</title><content type='html'>well well well. The most controversial topic of the century. Lord Ram has been in dispute in India for quite sometime. But currently it got a new live after the statement given by Govt of India. In a desperate mood to break the Ram Sethu(Known as Adam's Bridge by NASA), govt filed affidavit saying there is no Ram. The argument given by govt was that no body can prove this bridge was built by Ram's Banar sena nor it's age has been decided. By breaking the bridge, govt will save money and time for transportation to Srilanka.  Well it's a noble idea with some controversy. Environments say this bridge protests the coastal area from tsunami to have a devastating effect. this bridge is made up of corals. so another master piece for environments. then there is the mythological side that it is built by Ram. Still that point everything was under control. Then some intelligent person, suggested the govt to say there is no Ram. No body can prove it. Well sounds logically true for atheists. Not for people who has grown up by hearing "Ramayana".When i was a kid, i used to travel 5 km on foot with my younger brother and sister to go to a friend's house to watch Ramayana. That was the craze among kids. Kids still love Hanuman. May be this is a fairly princess story but do not deny the stories existence. They are icons of Hindu culture. We always take pride in our heritage,culture. Do not stop doing that. History can not prove it. Well if you go by proof for everything there is no way somebody can prove what love means. As a child, i have been grown up hearing the stories from Ramayana and Mahabharata and suddenly they say all is rubbish. No religion can prove how the history of origination of their god. For me i believe it is more of a belief than anything else. Always science and mythology collide. But science can not prove anything. There is nature's force and no body has till now able to decode it's secret. Nobody can prove whether Ram was there or not. Does human minds always need proof to believe in something? I leave it on people of India to decide, whether Ram was there or not.  Nobody has the answer. Time can never prove it. Issues like this makes the Hindu fundamentals in India much stronger. These topics are never ever good for any country. Let it lie down at the bottom of pacific ocean. why to create issues like this to disturb peace and gain political advantage. People from all over the world have heard Ramayana and it is  master piece. If Ram is there, he lies in the hearts of his devotees and they do not need a proof to show his existence. It's all in the believe. Now no body knows whether Ram Sethu will be broken or not. By creating euphoria on unnecessary issues, India will not gain anything. Let Ram leave peacefully with his devotees. India still did not able to proof Netaji's murder and sometimes some issues remain as mystery. May be that is the law of nature. Science should try to eradicate blind beliefs from people not try to rewrite mythology. If in English movies and science fiction stories, everything is possible, then why can't be mythology. After all it is the form by which human beings worship the almighty. Let Ram leave with his family and let India march forward at every front. Hindu culture claims itself to be the oldest, let it be the oldest and most enjoyable culture in World. Because there is no definition of this religion. Let it remain the way it is by adding more people and more ideas, where all are equal. That is truly what the culture and heritage of India has been. Bolo Siyaraam ki Jaya..Pavan putra Hanuman ki Jaya. I can only end this by these statements, which i believe is true as my heart says. Ram sethu issue should be put to rest till the court decides and everybody agrees on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4441050938408003826?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4441050938408003826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4441050938408003826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4441050938408003826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4441050938408003826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/rama-sethu-issue.html' title='Rama Sethu Issue'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1269981878435570547</id><published>2007-10-02T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:46:07.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Temple</title><content type='html'>Last week i had a chance to go to Shiva and Vishnu temple which is around 30 miles from Baltimore. It was a huge Temple with all the goddess and god present. There was also huge crowd.&lt;br /&gt;There were also different Indian food items. Sometimes going to temple gives me peace. Although i rarely goes to temple. Because i believe god is where you worship and have devotion. For some Work is god and for some people like me, God needs to be presented in a statue. It all depends on believes. I really fell great as i saw lord Hanuman statue in that temple. It makes me remember my old college and school days. When my friends and me will flock together to near by Hanuman temple and enjoy there for sometime. Those days are gone now. Everybody is busy and normally every face looks like a stranger. There were also some cultural function going on and they were singing songs from all languages. Sometimes it reminds you of diversity back in India. I enjoyed my little stay at temple and felt good. Now i have some memories to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1269981878435570547?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1269981878435570547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1269981878435570547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1269981878435570547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1269981878435570547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-temple.html' title='Finally a Temple'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5951773523930789748</id><published>2007-09-27T23:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:33:53.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run by Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;And as we say our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower slower&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time for that&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;To get out of our little heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have heart my dear&lt;br /&gt;We're bound to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just for a few days&lt;br /&gt;Making up for all this mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5951773523930789748?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3126409729585555529</id><published>2007-09-27T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:27:18.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In to The Fire by 13 senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;                      Put your hands into the fire&lt;br /&gt;                      Explain, explain&lt;br /&gt;                      As I turn and meet the power&lt;br /&gt;                      This time, This time&lt;br /&gt;                      Turning white and senses dire&lt;br /&gt;                      Pull up, pull up&lt;br /&gt;                    From one extreme to another&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;From the summer to the spring&lt;br /&gt;                      From the mountain to the air&lt;br /&gt;                      From Samaritan to sin&lt;br /&gt;                      And it’s waiting on the end&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;                      Put your hands into the fire&lt;br /&gt;                      Explain, explain&lt;br /&gt;                      As I turn and meet the power&lt;br /&gt;                      This time, This time&lt;br /&gt;                      Turning white and sense dire&lt;br /&gt;                      Pull up, pull up&lt;br /&gt;                      From one extreme to another&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;From the summer to the spring&lt;br /&gt;                      From the mountain to the air&lt;br /&gt;                      From Samaritan to sin&lt;br /&gt;                      And it’s waiting on the end&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;and now I’m alone I’m looking out&lt;br /&gt;                      I’m looking in, way down&lt;br /&gt;                      The lights are dim&lt;br /&gt;                      and now I’m alone I’m looking out&lt;br /&gt;                      I’m looking in, way down&lt;br /&gt;                      The lights are dim&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Ooooh&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;                      Put your hands into the fire&lt;br /&gt;                      Come on, come on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3126409729585555529?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3126409729585555529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3126409729585555529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3126409729585555529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3126409729585555529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-to-fire-by-13-senses.html' title='In to The Fire by 13 senses'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5577410174377979815</id><published>2007-09-27T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:21:45.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay by Michelle Featherstone</title><content type='html'>If I built a wall&lt;br /&gt;  A hundred feet tall&lt;br /&gt;  Would that keep you in?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I shackled your feet&lt;br /&gt;  So you couldn't leave&lt;br /&gt;  Would you try and run?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I promise not to fight&lt;br /&gt;  At least not tonight&lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay the night?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I wore that little dress&lt;br /&gt;  You like the best&lt;br /&gt;  Would you pass my tears?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;  If I poured another drink&lt;br /&gt;  What would you think&lt;br /&gt;  About staying in?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I was sincere&lt;br /&gt;  And whispered my fears&lt;br /&gt;  Would you still be here?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I built a wall&lt;br /&gt;  A hundred feet tall&lt;br /&gt;  Would that keep you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5577410174377979815?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3591090374063490874</id><published>2007-09-27T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:14:50.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life in disguise by the slip</title><content type='html'>Well the world is only a stage&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;With a sound caught in his throat&lt;br /&gt;And a pick in his hand&lt;br /&gt;But when the song comes tumbling out you understand&lt;br /&gt;There's no great demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's there under your breath, behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to say nothing cause I realize&lt;br /&gt;That everything somehow in someway eventually dies&lt;br /&gt;It's life in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your room and your board and your fireside&lt;br /&gt;It's a shell that's been washed by a million tides&lt;br /&gt;And if you're there you can see just how bright it shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nobody left in your heart, left in your head&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world has packed up in shadows and left you for dead&lt;br /&gt;When you can't fake a smile and you just can't get out of your bed&lt;br /&gt;When the people you led turn to you looking so hungry and bare&lt;br /&gt;And you were the one that had brought them there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is just stare at your hands and whisper my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenore Cecil Robert and Molly&lt;br /&gt;Coco Rudy Maxwell wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Elenore Cecil Robert and Molly&lt;br /&gt;Coco Rudy Maxwell wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share&lt;br /&gt;Share&lt;br /&gt;Share&lt;br /&gt;Share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3591090374063490874?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1088209230415366200</id><published>2007-09-27T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:05:22.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideways by Let's go</title><content type='html'>You know it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;For these thoughts here to leave me&lt;br /&gt;There's no words to describe it&lt;br /&gt;In French or in English&lt;br /&gt;Well, diamonds they fade&lt;br /&gt;And flowers they bloom&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me out lately&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you come around me&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking in a moment that&lt;br /&gt;Time will take them away&lt;br /&gt;But these feelings won't go away&lt;div 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go'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1837652766230603899</id><published>2007-09-27T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:04:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away By Nickelback</title><content type='html'>his time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1837652766230603899?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1837652766230603899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1837652766230603899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1837652766230603899'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Br&lt;br /&gt;Stand still. Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Break down. Give me some time&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the fear to confuse ya&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's all in the future with&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Br&lt;br /&gt;Stand still. Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid 8&lt;br /&gt;Maybe truth, maybe lies&lt;br /&gt;Made me want you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe dumb, maybe wise...?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's hurting. Holding it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love show&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love sho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5390525623246242181?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5390525623246242181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5390525623246242181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5390525623246242181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5390525623246242181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/skye-love-show-lyrics.html' title='Skye Love Show Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-9111993647160349828</id><published>2007-09-27T22:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:46:44.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story by Brandi Carlie</title><content type='html'>All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do and I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Is hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what I've been through but you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-9111993647160349828?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/9111993647160349828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=9111993647160349828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/9111993647160349828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/9111993647160349828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/story-by-brandi-carlie.html' title='The Story by Brandi Carlie'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-9111230409375118384</id><published>2007-09-27T22:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:43:55.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe by Anna Nalik</title><content type='html'>2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like they have any right at all to criticize,&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, girl.&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;"Just a day", he sat down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-9111230409375118384?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/9111230409375118384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=9111230409375118384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/9111230409375118384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;You begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;How To Save A Life Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8434397122097987464?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8434397122097987464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8434397122097987464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8434397122097987464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8434397122097987464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-save-life-by-fray.html' title='How to Save a life by The Fray'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6796253777136216969</id><published>2007-09-27T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:28:35.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars Lyrics by Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6796253777136216969?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6796253777136216969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6796253777136216969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Change is considered to be the destructive force which gives rise to new hopes. As they say survival of the fittest, it is mainly dependent on how one adopt to changes in life. I have seen some people are quick to embrace change. People from different sectors coming to IT to take advantage of this industry. Countries like USA are always ahead in adopting changes in a global way. Europe is considered to slowly adopt changes as they are process oriented where as American market is tech savvy. I prefer change as it gives more dimension to your life. You indeed grow as a person as you adopt good changes in life.  Sometimes it is difficult to decide where to stand in those testing times. I have been lucky to be always being given the opportunity to embrace the change and implement it in life. History shows the countries who have adopted the changes are emerged as stronger. Evolution of life shows animals who has been smart enough to adopt change survive the race to extinction. Sport teams constantly thrive on new methods to implement and make a statement. Nothing in this world is static. Change is the law of nature. Adopt change and embrace it and life will be more happier.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6766521784594431748?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6766521784594431748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6766521784594431748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6766521784594431748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6766521784594431748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/change-is-essence-of-life.html' title='Change is Essence of Life'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-977673141625365574</id><published>2007-09-18T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:17:52.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Behind Those Eyes Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i had something to say&lt;br /&gt;then you got that look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;there is something youve got to know&lt;br /&gt;you said it as you started to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been down the wrong road tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i swear ill never go there again&lt;br /&gt;ive seen this face once before&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i can do this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Something living in the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you lie&lt;br /&gt;And theres nothing i can say&lt;br /&gt;Cause im never gonna change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you turned to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I saw another look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;And even though it hurt like it did&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let this be a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that your sorry&lt;br /&gt;And you say that it hurts you the same&lt;br /&gt;Is there something here to believe&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just another part of the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Something living in the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you lie&lt;br /&gt;And theres nothing i can say&lt;br /&gt;Cause im never gonna change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ohh woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you lie&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Something living in the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you lie&lt;br /&gt;And theres nothing i can say&lt;br /&gt;Cause im never gonna change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing i can say&lt;br /&gt;Thats ever gonna change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes you lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-977673141625365574?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/977673141625365574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=977673141625365574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/977673141625365574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/977673141625365574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-doors-down-behind-those-eyes-lyrics.html' title='3 Doors Down - Behind Those Eyes Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7762866652617847709</id><published>2007-09-18T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:16:36.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Here Without You Lyrics</title><content type='html'>A hundred days had made me older &lt;br /&gt;since the last time that I've saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin &lt;br /&gt;as the people either way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated &lt;br /&gt;but I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, &lt;br /&gt;and anywhere I go &lt;br /&gt;it gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls, &lt;br /&gt;when it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;it get hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7762866652617847709?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7762866652617847709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7762866652617847709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7762866652617847709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7762866652617847709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-doors-down-here-without-you-lyrics.html' title='3 Doors Down - Here Without You Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2547582278178693900</id><published>2007-09-18T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:15:35.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Story of a Girl Lyrics</title><content type='html'>This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days in a year&lt;br /&gt;She woke up with hope but she only found tears?&lt;br /&gt;I can be so insincere&lt;br /&gt;Making the promises never for real&lt;br /&gt;As long as she stands there waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the holes in the souls of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;How many days disappear?&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror so how do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes that you wear&lt;br /&gt;Look swell the next day&lt;br /&gt;Your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lovers would stay?&lt;br /&gt;Just to put up with this shit day after day&lt;br /&gt;How did we wind up this way?&lt;br /&gt;Watching our mouths for the words that we say&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the clothes on the souls of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;How do we get there today?&lt;br /&gt;When we're walking too far for the price of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes that you wear&lt;br /&gt;Look swell the next day&lt;br /&gt;Your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes that you wear&lt;br /&gt;Look swell the next day&lt;br /&gt;Your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Her pretty face she hid from the world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad and lonely there&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2547582278178693900?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2547582278178693900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2547582278178693900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2547582278178693900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2547582278178693900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-doors-down-story-of-girl-lyrics.html' title='3 Doors Down - Story of a Girl Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8127936351143809280</id><published>2007-09-18T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:10:51.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Away From The Sun Lyrics</title><content type='html'>It's down to this &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone do what I've done &lt;br /&gt;I missed life &lt;br /&gt;I missed the colours of the world &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone go where I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see me down here &lt;br /&gt;The feeling's gone &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lift me up &lt;br /&gt;Back into the world I've known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down to this &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense &lt;br /&gt;And now I can't do what I've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8127936351143809280?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8127936351143809280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8127936351143809280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8127936351143809280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8127936351143809280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-doors-down-away-from-sun-lyrics.html' title='3 Doors Down - Away From The Sun Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-278476234566310258</id><published>2007-09-18T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:09:18.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Right Here Waiting Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought we'd last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I cant get near you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh cant you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You got me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive this romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cant you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You got me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-278476234566310258?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/278476234566310258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=278476234566310258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/278476234566310258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/278476234566310258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-right-here-waiting-lyrics.html' title='Bryan Adams - Right Here Waiting Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3981487233356554699</id><published>2007-09-18T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:08:08.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Michael - Careless Whisper Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I feel so unsure as I take your hand an lead you to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;As the music dies something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Calls to mind a silver screen and you're its sad goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better than to cheat a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waste a chance that I've been given.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;the way I danced with you.&lt;br /&gt;Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;To the heart and mind ignorance is kind.&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort in the truth&lt;br /&gt;pain is all you'll find.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;Never without your love.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the music seems so loud&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could lose this crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say.&lt;br /&gt;We could have been so good together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have lived this dance forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now who's gonna dance with me? - Please stay.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;No dance&lt;br /&gt;no dance&lt;br /&gt;no dance&lt;br /&gt;you're gone - no dance&lt;br /&gt;you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;This matter is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;so wrong&lt;br /&gt;that you had lo leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3981487233356554699?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3981487233356554699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3981487233356554699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3981487233356554699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3981487233356554699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/george-michael-careless-whisper-lyrics.html' title='George Michael - Careless Whisper Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7732298125458020458</id><published>2007-09-18T23:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:06:43.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Run To You Lyrics</title><content type='html'>She say's her love for me would never die&lt;br /&gt;But that'd change if she ever finds out about you and I&lt;br /&gt;oh - but her love is cold&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't hurt her if she didn't know cause...&lt;br /&gt;When it gets to much - I need to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run to you&lt;br /&gt;cause when the feelin's right I'm gonna run all night&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta heart if gold she'd never let me down&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;You keep me comin' round&lt;br /&gt;I know her love is true&lt;br /&gt;But it's so damn easy makin' love to you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind made up - I need to feel your touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7732298125458020458?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7732298125458020458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7732298125458020458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7732298125458020458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7732298125458020458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-run-to-you-lyrics.html' title='Bryan Adams - Run To You Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-9109605196058647728</id><published>2007-09-18T23:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:05:42.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me Lyrics</title><content type='html'>It still feels like our first night together &lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first kiss and &lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' better baby &lt;br /&gt;No one can better this &lt;br /&gt;I'm still hold on and you're still the one &lt;br /&gt;The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get &lt;br /&gt;Only feels much stronger and I wanna love ya longer &lt;br /&gt;You still turn the fire on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I'd ever want &lt;br /&gt;I only wanna make it good &lt;br /&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you &lt;br /&gt;Don't deny me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain I'm going through &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me &lt;br /&gt;If I need ya like I do &lt;br /&gt;Please believe me &lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like our best times are together &lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still gettin' closer baby &lt;br /&gt;Can't get close enough I'm still holdin' on &lt;br /&gt;You're still number one I remember the smell of your skin &lt;br /&gt;I remember everything &lt;br /&gt;I remember all your moves &lt;br /&gt;I remember you &lt;br /&gt;I remember the nights ya know I still do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm sure of &lt;br /&gt;Is the way we make love &lt;br /&gt;And the one thing I depend on &lt;br /&gt;Is for us to stay strong &lt;br /&gt;With every word and every breath I'm prayin' &lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-9109605196058647728?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/9109605196058647728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=9109605196058647728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/9109605196058647728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/9109605196058647728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-please-forgive-me-lyrics.html' title='Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7821469979961746832</id><published>2007-09-18T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:03:51.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Heaven Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Oh - thinking about all our younger years&lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing can take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;We bin down that road before&lt;br /&gt;But that's over now&lt;br /&gt;You keep me coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya - nothing' could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's lots that I could say&lt;br /&gt;But just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N' baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bin waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;For something to arrive&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are coming true&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Ya - I'll be standing' there by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7821469979961746832?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7821469979961746832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7821469979961746832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7821469979961746832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7821469979961746832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-heaven-lyrics.html' title='Bryan Adams - Heaven Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4757694225096567308</id><published>2007-09-18T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:01:09.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - All For Love Lyrics</title><content type='html'>When it's love you give&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be a man of good faith.)&lt;br /&gt;Then in love you live.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the rock you can build on,&lt;br /&gt;Be there when you're old,&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's love inside&lt;br /&gt;(I swear I'll always be strong.)&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a reason why.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll prove to you we belong.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the wal that protects you&lt;br /&gt;From the wind and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;From the hurt and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it all for one and all for love.&lt;br /&gt;Let the one you hold be the one you want,&lt;br /&gt;The one you need,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know&lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And make it all for one and all for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's love you make&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be the fire in your night.)&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love you take.&lt;br /&gt;(I will defend, I will fight.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;When honor's at stake,&lt;br /&gt;This vow I will make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's all for one and all for love.&lt;br /&gt;Let the one be the one you want,&lt;br /&gt;The one you need,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know&lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And make it all for one and all for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lay our love to rest&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we could stand up to you test.&lt;br /&gt;We got everything and more than we had planned,&lt;br /&gt;More than the rivers that run the land.&lt;br /&gt;We've got it all in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all for one and all for love.&lt;br /&gt;(It's all for love.)&lt;br /&gt;Let the one you hold be the one you want,&lt;br /&gt;The one you need,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.&lt;br /&gt;(It's one for all.)&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know&lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show.&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that you want,&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that you need&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it all, all for one and all for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4757694225096567308?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4757694225096567308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4757694225096567308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4757694225096567308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4757694225096567308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-all-for-love-lyrics.html' title='Bryan Adams - All For Love Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3769661732149194999</id><published>2007-09-18T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:00:00.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyzone - Picture of You Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Didn't they say that I would make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Didn't they say you were gonna be trouble&lt;br /&gt;People told me you were too much to take&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see it, I didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you in, and you let me down&lt;br /&gt;You messed me up and you turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;Left me feeling I had nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I was alone how was I to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd believe that after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'd be able to put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show you can forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I have no regrets cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a picture of you in my mind, all along&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong, all along&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3769661732149194999?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3769661732149194999/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4431308068377105968</id><published>2007-09-18T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:59:00.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyzone - I Love The Way You Love Me Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I like the feel of your name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way that your fingers run through my hair&lt;br /&gt;And how your scent lingers even when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And how you enjoy your two-hour bath&lt;br /&gt;And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With everyone watching like we were insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Strong and wild, slow and easy&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul so completely&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the sound of old R 'n' B&lt;br /&gt;And you roll your eyes when I'm sloppily off key&lt;br /&gt;And I like the innocent way that you cry&lt;br /&gt;At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listen to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And I could list a million things&lt;br /&gt;I love to like about you&lt;br /&gt;But they could all come down to one reason&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4431308068377105968?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4431308068377105968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4431308068377105968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sorry,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don’t come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like "sorry" (like "sorry"..like "sorry"..)&lt;br /&gt;"forgive me,"&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don’t come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like "forgive me" ("forgive me"..."forgive me"..)&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, at the right time&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don’t come easily (words don’t come easily..)&lt;br /&gt;Like "i love you", I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, at the right time&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(baby can I hold you...)&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, at the right time&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(baby, if I hold you..)&lt;br /&gt;(baby, can I hold you..) you’ll be mine..&lt;br /&gt;(baby if I told you..)&lt;br /&gt;(baby, can I hold you..)&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mine..&lt;br /&gt;(baby if I told you..)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can I hold you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5600684040741691553?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5600684040741691553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5600684040741691553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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type='html'>I don't know but I believe &lt;br /&gt;That some things are meant to be &lt;br /&gt;And that you'll make a better me &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that dreams came true &lt;br /&gt;But you showed me that they do &lt;br /&gt;You know that I learn something new &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;br /&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;It's a touch when I feel bad &lt;br /&gt;It's a smile when I get mad &lt;br /&gt;All the little things I am &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you boy &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;br /&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart and soul &lt;br /&gt;If I asked would you say yes? &lt;br /&gt;Together we're the very best &lt;br /&gt;I know that I am truly blessed &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;And I'll give you my best &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3924107618512899775?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3924107618512899775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3924107618512899775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3924107618512899775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3924107618512899775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyday-i-love-you-lyrics-by-boyzone.html' title='Everyday I Love You Lyrics by BoyZone'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4977193729258662908</id><published>2007-09-18T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:54:00.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Matter What Lyrics by BoyZone</title><content type='html'>No matter what they tell us&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they teach us&lt;br /&gt;What we believe is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they call us&lt;br /&gt;However they attack&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they take us&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our own way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll love forever&lt;br /&gt;I know, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears were laughter&lt;br /&gt;If only night was day&lt;br /&gt;If only prayers were answered&lt;br /&gt;Then we would hear God say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep you safe and strong&lt;br /&gt;And shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;No matter where it's barren&lt;br /&gt;A dream is being born&lt;br /&gt;No matter who they follow&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they lead&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they judge us&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everyone you need&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Or if the skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the end is&lt;br /&gt;My life began with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know this love's forever&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters now &lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4977193729258662908?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4977193729258662908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4977193729258662908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4977193729258662908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4977193729258662908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-matter-what-lyrics-by-boyzone.html' title='NO Matter What Lyrics by BoyZone'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7708292301257356636</id><published>2007-09-18T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:50:55.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me for a Reason Lyrics by Boyzone</title><content type='html'>Girl when you hold me &lt;br /&gt;How you control me &lt;br /&gt;You bend and you fold me &lt;br /&gt;Any way you please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be easy for you &lt;br /&gt;To love the things that you do &lt;br /&gt;But just a pastime for you &lt;br /&gt;I could never be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never know girl &lt;br /&gt;If I should stay or go &lt;br /&gt;Cos the games that you play &lt;br /&gt;Are driving me away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love &lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun, girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and caresses &lt;br /&gt;Are only minor tests, babe &lt;br /&gt;Of love turned to stresses &lt;br /&gt;Between a woman and a man &lt;br /&gt;So if love everlasting &lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you're asking &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to pass, girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to take a stand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue guessing &lt;br /&gt;Because it's only messing &lt;br /&gt;With my pride, and my mind &lt;br /&gt;So write down this time to time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun, girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love &lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun, girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little old-fashioned &lt;br /&gt;It takes more than a physical attraction &lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction is &lt;br /&gt;Honey give me a love &lt;br /&gt;Not a facsimile of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun, girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love &lt;br /&gt;Don't love me for fun, girl &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, girl &lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason &lt;br /&gt;Let the reason be love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7708292301257356636?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7708292301257356636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7708292301257356636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7708292301257356636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7708292301257356636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-me-for-reason-lyrics-by-boyzone.html' title='Love me for a Reason Lyrics by Boyzone'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5235900247153971122</id><published>2007-09-18T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:49:19.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Needed Me Lyrics by BoyZone</title><content type='html'>I cried a tear&lt;br /&gt;You whipped it dry&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;You cleared my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;You bought it back for me&lt;br /&gt;And helped me up&lt;br /&gt;And gave me dignity&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength&lt;br /&gt;To stand alone again&lt;br /&gt;To face the world&lt;br /&gt;Out on my own again&lt;br /&gt;You put me high&lt;br /&gt;Upon a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;So high that I could almost see eternity&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I needed you&lt;br /&gt;And you were there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never live what should I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found someone who really care&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;When it was cold&lt;br /&gt;When I was lost&lt;br /&gt;You took me home&lt;br /&gt;You gave me love&lt;br /&gt;When I was empty, and&lt;br /&gt;And turned my light&lt;br /&gt;Back into truth again&lt;br /&gt;You even called me friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5235900247153971122?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5235900247153971122/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7493865190683214749</id><published>2007-09-08T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:35:54.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore Downtown Rocks</title><content type='html'>In the long weekend as people were starting to plan for their vacations, i was just wondering what to do. I did not had many friends in this new place and it turned out to be vacating alone. I finally decided that i will travel Baltimore. This city has good transportation and i never tried to utilize this. So i ventured out to explore Baltimore downtown by myself. Luckily the metro station is near to my home. It is around .5 miles from home. I took the metro subway train and reached downtown in 30 minutes. Then i tried to explore the places by walking. It was not difficult. There are lot of stuff to do in downtown. I found nearly 5 Indian restaurants in downtown. There is a big aquarium and it is very famous. I spend 5 hours inside it and felt lost in sea world. Sometime it gives freshness to y&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="10"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our thoughts. There was a band they were performing really good. The music was so soothing to soul. It rejuvenates you to dance. There is a good night life around "power plant" and a science museum. Also the Hilland park is amazing. As the name suggests this park is on top of the hill and when u sit over there, u can have a view of downtown. The sea looks stunning and the crowd is amazing. It is mostly crowded and you are definitely to bump in to some Indians. On the Hilland Park, a marriage ceremony was going on. The bride and groom were really nice a couple and the wedding dresses were beautiful. I went to see Cameron yard, Henry Fort, Orleans Park etc. I enjoyed my long weekend visiting the downtown each day. It is famously known as "Inner Harbor" because it is kind of port. You can see a lot of ships and can go for motor boating,Cruise. It is really good place to send the evening. My long weekend was fruitful to know this place and now i like Baltimore more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7493865190683214749?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7493865190683214749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7493865190683214749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7493865190683214749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7493865190683214749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/09/baltimore-downtown-rocks.html' title='Baltimore Downtown Rocks'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4649099073922241002</id><published>2007-08-25T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:44:58.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Independence means in America</title><content type='html'>From the day i have been in US, i have been fascinated by the different view America provides me. Till now i have not been able to know this country fully. It surprises you everyday. Sometime i think this country has variety just like India. America has embraced people from different countries and cultures. People who look for great future always dream of getting citizenship. Everybody has been given freedom to do what they want. People has been treated equally and infrastructure is best. Whatever happens bottom line is Americans are very patriotic. They respect people and you rather see inequality here. What movies depict about American culture and life is always above the top of world. Like all other human beings American people always seek love and they believe in family. I have always been fascinated by their independence and closeness in family about all topic to s including the taboo topic SEX. I have seen people who are married for 30 years and people who do not want to marry. Basically i believe people in America believe in one thing. Everybody has the right to live the way they want and no body interferes in any body's personal life. Kid and Women have the independence which i have never thought in my life. Kids always love this country for that. I have seen my women colleagues always being amused by the freedom they have got here. Specially if you are from India, you normally think this place is a dream.  Also i was not a fan of English movies before coming to US. Once i got new friends, i became attracted towards American movies. The promo just takes your breadth away. They always want to be perfect and they are very professional. Some of the movies have just shaken me and challenged my ideas, thinking  towards the world. I have made some friends here who are citizens of America and i have an insight in to their lives. I can proudly say they love their family as we Indians do. I have also noticed Indians in US are not that much open to cultural changes back people in India. They still love the old India, which has broken its shackles after the growing changes. As told by my first landlord, Indians who US are not forward like Indian metro people. I can see the identity crisis in second generation Indians as depicted by Namesake. Every country has good and bad things and America is no exception. But what ever people say this country fascinates me just like the Hindu rituals do to me. God Bless America....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4649099073922241002?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4649099073922241002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4649099073922241002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4649099073922241002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4649099073922241002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-does-independence-means-in-america.html' title='What does Independence means in America'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6936574310731658183</id><published>2007-08-25T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:24:37.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Ameica sneezes India catches cold</title><content type='html'>This topic sounds so interesting. I got this article from rediff.com. The analysis in that article was good. To sum it up it showed how American economy affects Indian economy. First it also showed me how borrowing economy works in America. It is called sub prime market. Due to bad credit history lot of people could not take loan from bank. So the people who has good credit history, then take loan from bank and give it to customer who cannot have loan. They have another interest rate so that their principal amount does not goes in to bad debt. Now  if the people who have taken loan can not repay, the issue starts. Due to this issue has grown overwhelmingly, the housing loan market in US has seen a downfall. The people who has given loan to these people have also a part of money invested in growing Asian markets. SO to compensate the market these people has to get money from Asian market. So they sell their stocks in Asian markets and so the down fall of share markets in Asian countries, specially India.  When dollar depreciates against dollar most IT company and people cry because the whole world knows Indians are plenty in IT companies. So people are unhappy. That's why they say when America sneezes India catches cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6936574310731658183?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6936574310731658183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6936574310731658183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6936574310731658183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6936574310731658183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-ameica-sneezes-india-catches-cold.html' title='When Ameica sneezes India catches cold'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1805185750234188416</id><published>2007-08-25T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:03:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chak De India</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw this movie and i loved it. In India very few movies has been made on sports. This movie may not be a total hollywood sports kind of movie. This may npt have moments like Lagaan which binds you to the end for climax but it has it's own moments. This movie depicts two things. One how the Muslims live in a double identity crisis when they fail in delivering just like all other Indians and also how the way this country treats women forget their sports. this movie has really helped me to rethink the way i look at women. In India Cricket rules no doubt but due to this attention other sports are being neglected. This movie depicts that in a good way. The national sport has been lost it's charm and i guess it will take  a world cup win to back them in track. I sometimes think people in south treat Muslims in a good way then the north. But the way the digital evolution is growing and India becomes more empowered, i wish India becomes they way it was. There should be completely harmony between the bigger casts of India. Sometimes when the expectations fall people criticize Muslims than their counter part. I think it is time for change to treat everybody equally. Then our country will become for what it was famous for. Also women in India should be empowered. Also people should learn how to treat women with dignity. The world has this problem, fighting for supremacy between the sexes. But i guess in India , womens are sometimes suppressed. May be this age belongs to them. Countries like US,UK and other developed nations treats women with dignity. I guess that is still missing in India but the situation is improving, that's for sure. This success of this movie shows the changes in Indian society. This movie has strong patriotism, the changes in peoples mind and the entertainment. Chak de India.... Do not miss this movie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1805185750234188416?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1805185750234188416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1805185750234188416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1805185750234188416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1805185750234188416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/chak-de-india.html' title='Chak De India'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5987331458545689637</id><published>2007-08-21T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:24:02.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore soaks in Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain weather sometimes sucks and sometime it gives you pleasure. Since last four days it has been cloudy and drizzle weather in Baltimore. You can not feel like working if you look outside the window. But it is also welcome break from the excessive heat that was flowing since last couple of weeks. You do not have more energy to consume. Some people love rain and i never liked rain. Somehow i think i always loved winter season, do not know why. Due to the hurricane near US, i guess the total country is witnessing the rain. Anyways it is a welcome relief from the heat and tomorrow may be the weather will change.. I am as always optimistic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5987331458545689637?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5987331458545689637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5987331458545689637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5987331458545689637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5987331458545689637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/baltimore-soaks-in-rain.html' title='Baltimore soaks in Rain'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1757131249285628402</id><published>2007-08-21T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:45:52.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Journey reminds of India</title><content type='html'>New York,the city of lights and the city of people. The only place where you can see all faces of world. When i landed in NY, i felt as if i am in Kolkata. Crowded, nobody has time and you feel kind of belongingness. I met couple of my friends and loved the city like hell. Times square looks great in night. All lightings gives a beautiful touch to the sky rappers. Empire state building is so huge as if it sitting on center to look around the NY. I visited NASDAQ,NYSE,Statue of liberty,Brooklyn Bridge and all other places that was to be seen. Sitting next to Brooklyn Bridge is so cool. The bridge that crosses the river, gives you a relaxing weather. When you go near Statue of liberty and see the NY downtown and the huge statue of Liberty, which is a gift from France to US is really remarkable. I am running out of poetic words to express my feelings. Then i went to Randolph to meet my old room mate and also to New Jersey city to meet Debasis. There was a street called India Square, where everything is Indian. Crowd, hotels, the traffic rules are all Indian. You will not feel that you are out of India. The most important thing was watching the Independence day parade in Madison Avenue. Huge crowd, cultural functions and the celebrities. They all make a remarkable parade. I was surprised to the special Orissa cart in the parade. With the song playing "Vande Utkala Janani" and odissi dance in back ground, it reminds you of Bhubaneswar and Puri. I felt as if i am at home. I enjoyed the week end to it's full potential in NY and felt sad when i left the international city of world..I love NY for the way it is..One of the greatest city to enjoy life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1757131249285628402?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1757131249285628402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1757131249285628402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1757131249285628402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1757131249285628402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/ny-journey-reminds-of-india.html' title='NY Journey reminds of India'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8740697107149744733</id><published>2007-08-11T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:52:29.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy Excites</title><content type='html'>Lately i have become a keenness towards economy. I do not know why. May be this branch of knowledge keeps me excited about stuffs. Exchange rates, inflation, foreign reserve etc. Lately it has been due to the fact i loved the book that Rexy gave me "In spite of gods". that has fulled the thinker inside me to get involved in the economics. After coming to Baltimore, Tyagu become a new ally in this journey. He pops up questions on me and i have to sit and search for answers. It has added value to me as person who tries to understand economics lately. Anyway the more you read, the more you gain and your horizontal and thinking of the world changes. In spite of gods gave a couple of thought provoking ideas about India, which i am sure most Indians do not know. It made me proud of India and what we have to achieve. The more value chain higher you go, it adds more importance in the world. I am pretty sure, Indian econmy is going to shape better because this is our time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8740697107149744733?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8740697107149744733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8740697107149744733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8740697107149744733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8740697107149744733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/economy-excites.html' title='Economy Excites'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5665548251955246059</id><published>2007-08-11T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:38:40.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad My Role Model</title><content type='html'>When i was a kid, i used to follow my dad. I used to surprise by his calmness and composure, how difficult the situation may be. He never used to show complacency. Only when any one of us will be late to home, he used to worry. Mom will always tell, they are not kids and you should not worry. But dad will never ever listen to her. When i used to reach Berhampur late night from my journey regarding of time, he used to wait in railway station for me. He used to tell mom that things have changed and these kids do not know. Mom will sleep peacefully but dad will be restless. When we used to fail in reaching the expectations, dad will always make sure that we are motivated for the next level. Mom always complained that he could not give time to family. But i never felt so. Lately he has become a family man. During my job search period, he was right behind me like a rock. He never let me feel depressed or loose faith on god. Mom will complain sometime but dad will have always encouraging words for me. He never let money stand as a stumbling block between me and my goals. He has a very good sense of humor and he is famous in his friend circle for that.  Till now he makes sure that all are fine. He is very fond of cleanliness and he sweeps our house at least 5 times a day and mom will be angry for that. why do you need to sweep 5 times a day without any reason. He will never listen. Lately mom also has changed. She has mellowed and she has also inherited some of dad's qualities.When i look in the past and the present, i am really surprised the transition my family has gone. Sister is married and really happy with her in-laws who has never let her feel absence of my parents. She has got a dotting husband. Younger brother has continuously excelled in studies and has taken the responsibility when needed in my absence. People say family ties are very important. At the end of the day when you go home and see such energetic people you sleep peacefully considering how good the world is. Dad you are the best and no matter how much i try, it is not possible to come near you in the great qualities you have. Love you so much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5665548251955246059?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5665548251955246059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5665548251955246059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5665548251955246059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5665548251955246059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-dad-my-role-model.html' title='My Dad My Role Model'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1574856917952631386</id><published>2007-08-11T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T16:15:20.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Money all that matters</title><content type='html'>This is the most controversial issue and no body is right here. Some people are greed and some people spends a lot. When i reached US and interacted with people, i saw all kinds of people. One thing is sure, the place and culture has nothing to play the way people spend. It all depends on individuals and their environment in which they are breed. When i came to Baltimore, i saw a striking difference of idea. One of my older roomies was greedy in calculation but he never used to  held back while doing expenditure. Here when i joined new roomies, i found a different culture. everybody spends their own and cooks their won. there is no concept of unity or common expenditure. Because somebody stays couple of days in a week and somebody stays four days. they never worry regarding what is needed in the room and how to make it more hygienic.  One guy always works overtime as he is paid by hours and he is very formal in his approach. When i look at them and compare with me, i can see the difference. The salary difference is visible and the idea of living life is different. The priorities are different. When i started earning, i used not to spend much. I used to know my limit and spend when needed. Then i started opening my hands when i feel frustrated by my limits. Although the salary is less, still you can be happy by organizing your expenditures. I know one thing from two of my old friends, when needed spend but never cross your limits. Because i have seen the priorities are changing rapidly for me. I do not know how but may be i am changing. Sometimes, i thought of jumping company for increase in salary but i could not convince my self of doing that. May be i am afraid of job security and i am too happy with the friends i have got in this company. So i have given the idea of changing the company though i know it will pay more in other place if i jump. May be i inherited this quality from dad, who is my role model and believe in happiness of heart no matter how much money you have. When i see people with more money they are as happy as i am or less. Even people who earn less are more happy. So i have stopped thinking and comparing about money. Sometimes it crosses my mind but it goes away just like darkness of light disappears bu rays of sun. I know one thing money can not give me happiness as i always want my friends and family to be around me. For me they are most important than anybody else.Money matters but there are something which money can not buy and it is the love and affection which are most important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1574856917952631386?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1574856917952631386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1574856917952631386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1574856917952631386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1574856917952631386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-money-all-that-matters.html' title='Is Money all that matters'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6867912372314307322</id><published>2007-08-11T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:47:33.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America makes me confused..</title><content type='html'>Since the day i landed US, i was wondering about my plan of action. What to do and etc. The more i think about it the more confused i become. Initially i did not like US because of the indifference of people's attitude. I feel bored. But gradually as i started making friends, i loved the place. Some parts of US, say west people are best. they behave rally well. You do not feel like an outsider. As always people of different origins have settled in US but they have made their own group. rarely you see Asians having American friends. very few have succeeded in that. The work culture here is good and people try to keep separate their family and office life, which i admire most. Unlike movies, people is US also give importance to their family and kid. All have equal opportunity, which is another striking factor. Most people go to gym and work out. they enjoy life with out worrying regarding future and savings, which is rare in Indian culture. Sometimes, i get frustrated when i see the difficulty in making friends with people who are born here. Sometimes, i love the cleanness and rules they follow. It excites me and sometimes memories of homeland makes me feel nostalgic. I could not decide whether to stay here for longer or go back and travel different countries. One thing is sure, may be it will take me more time, if i stop worry regarding my stay and enjoy the days as they went. The Namesake movie had given me another aspect of life. It is better to travel along the world and explore different cultures and places. See the beauty of all and being an IT industry is the bonus of that. Depending on clients, you can go to any place and i guess with out going to Australia and Europe, you have not seen what the world means. that's why i do not think settling in US is a good option but still people say that if you settle in US, you can go to Europe easily. But for some reason my heart does not want to settle here. It keeps thinking about India and contributing towards it in a big way. I am thinking og exploring all places in US as soon as possible and move other to some other country. because i am running out of time and once you have a family, people say you need to settle. But is it right? I just want to roam and do not commit and tie up in an relationship. May be i have to motivate who ever becomes my partner to be a free bird like amd and never ever think of settling any where. Just fly like a bird and enjoy the days of life. Till then Uncle Sam is calling me to roam its wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6867912372314307322?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6867912372314307322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6867912372314307322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6867912372314307322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6867912372314307322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-makes-me-confused.html' title='America makes me confused..'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8568702649276760013</id><published>2007-08-11T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:00:37.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Sagar Run</title><content type='html'>I saw "Forrest Gump"again few days ago and it again motivated me to run. Once i landed in US, i usually have preferred to walk on the weekends and spend time outside. Because i feel kind of restlessness at home in weekends and my mind does not work properly. Once i started running on treadmill, that restlessness doubled. Sometimes, i feel as if my leg says let's run. When i have to sit at home, it is really boring. Because my mind feels with all the idiot ideas and thinks of self destruction. When i moved to Baltimore, i stopped running for two weeks. Since last 3 days, i started running again. yesterday, tyagu called me for a 2.5 mile jogging and i was happy to accept it. It was really a good experience as i never ran on the road and the weather was awesome yesterday. It feel so satisfied when i return home. In India, it is really difficult to run because of traffic, pollution and the heat. may be the heat draws so much calories that you do not need to run.&lt;br /&gt;But here as one has all facilities in hand, it better to involve in physical activities. it keeps you free from tension and diseases. Anyway i am planning to improve my running habit and keep running. As said the more you run the more you know your environment and locality. Let's run......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8568702649276760013?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8568702649276760013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8568702649276760013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8568702649276760013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8568702649276760013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/run-sagar-run.html' title='Run Sagar Run'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-613325084043205599</id><published>2007-08-11T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:32:38.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place New life</title><content type='html'>Since i have been to US, i have been lucky to change my project after 6 months. It has given me chance to prove myself in short duration and visit new places. It also has showed me how to quickly set your life from scratch and began hunting for success. When i came to Baltimore, i was a bit apprehensive of the place. Because of the high crime rate, i thought i landed in a bad place. I joined office and the client place is ok. It is full of contractors, so lot of politics stuff going on. As i brace to face the haunted deadlines and profitability, i have another role to play. Lead the team and make sure that they deliver high end product. I know i may face some difficulty initially but at the end i am going to emerge as winner. I have faith in god and i know with the blessings i will deliver. I got a new friend called Tyagu, a guy who is ready to help me anytime. Again the fragrance of friendship is blooming. Meantime, i am hoping to make some new friends and make this place again memorable just like other places. One thing is sure, with the help of my DL i can visit a lot of near by places and friends. Baltimore is close to a lot of cities of East and i will make sure that i visit all of them. Till then let me keep myself busy in the coll breeze flowing across my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-613325084043205599?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/613325084043205599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=613325084043205599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/613325084043205599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/613325084043205599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-place-new-life.html' title='New Place New life'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3889801322354478007</id><published>2007-08-11T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:24:47.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team India finally Rises</title><content type='html'>Well i know Abhi must be dancing his team play well. First time, i have seen Indian team playing collectively towards scoring such a huge score with everybody contributing. Finally Kumble scored a century. Some times people who have least expectation perform better. Kumble deserved the score as he battled really well and he has been a team player like Dravid. When i saw the score, i was surprised. this only shows one thing. When you believe in success, your potential increases. You think everything is possible. I am thinking Men in Blue will go for 2-0 win and i will ot be surprised. If they can do similar stuff in Australia, it will be  a bonus. I left now it for Abhi to give his comments on this..Men in Blue rocks finally.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3889801322354478007?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3889801322354478007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3889801322354478007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3889801322354478007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3889801322354478007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/08/team-india-finally-rises.html' title='Team India finally Rises'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2863383596702600700</id><published>2007-07-29T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:04:50.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things too seriously</title><content type='html'>I have been lately been a jerk. Trying each moment to pull somebody's legs. As i did with Abhi. I knew he is under stress and still i tried to make funny of him. When the guy replied the answer, i tried to screw him. I made a situation that he has to write a formal letter to say sorry. I do not know why i am becoming like this. I tried to make fun of people who loved me a lot. That's really bad. May be i am afraid of the people who love and like me. I have so much bad qualities and most importantly i try to annoy people. What the crap i am . Well i know Abhi is going to feel my behavior for a longer time. May be one day i will stop behaving like this and will enjoy my life. till then let's forget everything and enjoy life..Just relax and chill........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2863383596702600700?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2863383596702600700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2863383596702600700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2863383596702600700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2863383596702600700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/taking-things-too-seriously.html' title='Taking things too seriously'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1574592941529346919</id><published>2007-07-29T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:57:20.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandeep, the funny lover</title><content type='html'>Well when i was in Seattle, i liked the character of my roomies Sandeep. A guy from Vizag,having MS in US and working with my company in Seattle. What i wondered about him is coolness and the answer yes. You can hardly hear no from his mouth. We used to fight each day and i guess i will miss those fights. I challenged him to become like a model by tightening his abs and he went to gym to win the challenge. He is religious in doing gym. May be he is too lazy to cook and more over when he is talking to his fiancée, he never cares anybody. He is a dedicated lover. He talks so loud you can hear what he says from distance. He knows to cook Sambar and rasam but you have to prepare dal from him. We always laugh on him for his do not care attitude. But i think he is a cool guy. He always talks a lot as long as you do not bring her fiancée in the topics. Once you say that you are going to tell her about those crappy stuff, he just hibernates. I always wonder how a guy can be so dedicated to someone. I have seen such a dedicated one after Shibani and Naresh. He is a total family guy i guess.  When i see him, i see a total opposite person. He is not worried about anything except talking to her. I on the other hand never can commit so much to anybody  except food and sleep. He is having the longest courtship period ever i have heard. Poor guy after engagement he has to wait 2 more years to marry her. That needs a hell lot of Patience man. well hats off to the funny lover.. Enjoy the life as you used to Sandeep.. that's special of yours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1574592941529346919?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1574592941529346919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1574592941529346919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1574592941529346919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1574592941529346919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/sandeep-funny-lover.html' title='Sandeep, the funny lover'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6193371176607473042</id><published>2007-07-29T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:26:09.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Seattle..The ever green state</title><content type='html'>Finally i left the memories of the ever green state behind to reach Baltimore. I will miss the weather, the beauty of nature, the people and moreover my friends over there. I had really blastin Seattle. I got my DL over there.Sometimes i wonder, is it good to travel around or settle at a place. But i guess as they say "the bird which flies a lot knows it's limits". When i used to look through the window in my apartment in Seattle, it used to give me a fulfillment of happiness. More over friends around make it more merrier. Now when i sit in my hotel room and see through the window, i see the roads and emptiness around. I will shift to apartment soon. Because i guess, i am afraid of loneliness. May be i want people around me. I do not have that quality of living alone like Abhi or Pankaj. I have to build from scratch in Baltimore and i guess that is essence of life. It gives you to identify your potentials and make new friends. Welcome to ever changes of life..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6193371176607473042?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6193371176607473042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6193371176607473042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6193371176607473042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6193371176607473042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/bye-bye-seattlethe-ever-green-state.html' title='Bye Bye Seattle..The ever green state'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1969606777536131295</id><published>2007-07-06T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:05:08.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through the window...</title><content type='html'>when i sit in the apartment&lt;br /&gt;when i look through the window&lt;br /&gt;the sun rays kissing the green grass&lt;br /&gt;the cool breeze touching the senses&lt;br /&gt;it gives a heaven satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;it tells to submit to the feel of sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponder over my situation&lt;br /&gt;why i m sitting ideally with frustration&lt;br /&gt; suddenly i have got leisure&lt;br /&gt;but no wish of enjoying this time&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep my self busy&lt;br /&gt;i want to race ahead int the rat race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to bug down with the slowness&lt;br /&gt;this is the time to fight the battle&lt;br /&gt;this is the time to win and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to slow my pace&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to fly as i have wings&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the world and see the beauties&lt;br /&gt; just counting the days when i will run through the window&lt;br /&gt;may be the days are not far away&lt;br /&gt;may be the break is much needed one&lt;br /&gt;but i can't keep sync my mind and my heart&lt;br /&gt;i try to relax but i can't&lt;br /&gt;may be restless i am&lt;br /&gt;just counting the days to fly again by looking through the window..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1969606777536131295?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1969606777536131295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1969606777536131295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1969606777536131295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1969606777536131295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-through-window.html' title='looking through the window...'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5092464391409594926</id><published>2007-07-06T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:47:36.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Metro--Is it real</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw, the movie Life in a Metro. a great movie with good performance and good script. As usual Kokan and Irfan stood out. KK has a negative character. Shilapa and Shiney were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After watching that movie, i was afraid living in Mumbai. May be the movie is too much one sided. may be it has all dark shades of Mumbai. I personally does not believe that India is such materialistic. In taht movie, one thing is sure. It presents the call center life in a big negative way. It also shows another aspect of life. It shows how people are ready to do anything when they see a shortcut to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i feel not everybody does like that. Also there is a limit to compromise else you have no life. Human become a machine. that movie literally shook me up. May be that is reel life not real. But if that story is 10% true and happening in Mumbai, then beware of Mumbai girls and jobs. After watching that movie, i was thinking what the hell is happening in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the country suddenly changed overnight ready to broke all the shackles and become westernized. May be god knows. But i believe still India is like the one that i wished and dream of. May be i am too orthodox and not able to embrace the changes. But the movie ends in a brighter note by all characters revolting against the self imposed shell. Some of the movies of bollywood has been really good and experimental and realistic unlike those chocolate stories.&lt;br /&gt;May be it is time for me to leave the story of left behind and look towards the sunny days i am having in Seattle...Life does move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5092464391409594926?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5092464391409594926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5092464391409594926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5092464391409594926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5092464391409594926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-in-metro-is-it-real.html' title='Life in Metro--Is it real'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-739082779607433732</id><published>2007-07-06T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:52:11.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No I don't wanna wait forever-- by Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>The perfect words never crossed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;'cause there was nothing in there but you,&lt;br /&gt;I felt every ounce of me screaming out,&lt;br /&gt;But the sound was trapped deep in me,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted just sped right past me,&lt;br /&gt;While I was rooted fast to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;I could be stuck here for a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;Without your arms to drag me out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me,,&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever,&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the confusion and the aftermath,&lt;br /&gt;You are my signal fire,&lt;br /&gt;The only resolution and the only joy,&lt;br /&gt;Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever,&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever,&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-739082779607433732?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/739082779607433732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=739082779607433732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/739082779607433732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/739082779607433732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-i-dont-wanna-wait-forever-by-snow.html' title='No I don&apos;t wanna wait forever-- by Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-753401474286740540</id><published>2007-06-24T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:08:27.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skagit  River Rafting among nature's lap</title><content type='html'>In the long weekend of may, i went for rafting in Skagit river along with bunch of friends. It was an awesome experience. We reached there on early Saturday morning. The drive was good with trees,mountains and full of natural beauty. Just like going to mother nature. We camped there on Saturday night. It was good with friends opening their heart. Saturday we noon we rafted for nearly 4 hours. It was  great experience. When you sail in boat and you see the cold water flowing from mountains with clouds touching them, it creates a mystical feeling. You think of submitting yourself to the nostalgic feeling of nature. Though the level was 2-3, we loved as it was our first rafting. There is an American couple who were sitting in front, who agreed to marry on that same day. Romance on boat you can say. Our trainer was a lady and we were her first commercial tours. She was really helpful and taken our care so much it reminded me of hospitality that we used to get back in India. It was an amazing experience. Her co staff were also good. They cooked vegetarian stuff for us as most of us were vegetarians. On Sunday we went for hiking to the nearby mountain. It was such a scenic beauty with a small water fall and power generation station near by. It was indeed a great pleasure to watch. It reminded me of "ganda hati" water fall which is near paralakhemundi. When you went for boating on Sunday, the weather was cold like hell. Wee could not feel our hands and we told our instructor that whether we can paddle quickly so that we will reach soon to the shore. After reaching the shores, we ran towards our car and switched on the heater to get some warmth. We got life in car and that experience was very chilling. With the bright sky calling and leaving behind the beauty of nature, we left towards Bellevue on Sunday after noon with a rich and satisfying holiday experience... It was really a much needed break from the busy day of city life........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-753401474286740540?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/753401474286740540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=753401474286740540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/753401474286740540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/753401474286740540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/skagit-river-rafting-among-natures-lap.html' title='Skagit  River Rafting among nature&apos;s lap'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4913845808174476717</id><published>2007-06-24T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:45:09.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Change is not an easy task</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been hectic. Last week was as usual busy with the completion of enhancement module that i am handling. Nearly all issues has been dealt. As this month end, i am going to leave the apartment, decided to clean the apartment. The apartment has not been cleaned since last two years except the carpet. It was really a tidy task considering the promptness of my roomies. We spend till after noon time to clean the apartment. All were tired. Then we went on to help my friend Rexy shifting his room. In the noon we ordered pizza, as usual Sandeep was happy. He is one of my roomies and he loves pizza like hell. I had no other option except to eat pizza as i do not have energy to cook.  n the night, we got invitation from Soumya  to have dinner in his room mate. In my friend circle, he is the best cook. What ever he cooks it has taste. Dinner was satisfying considering the variety of dishes that he cook along with cold coffee. Then we returned home and does some surfing and then went to sleep peacefully. In USA, changing the apartment is not an easy task. You have to give the room in the same condition that you took. Everything should be net and clean. If you do not do that you have to pay heavy charges. We have tried to clean it a lot and god knows what will happen once we leave the apartment.This rule is good because it makes sure that you have to maintain the cleanness of your room. So guys always clean your apartment in the weekend.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4913845808174476717?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4913845808174476717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4913845808174476717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4913845808174476717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4913845808174476717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/apartment-change-is-not-easy-task.html' title='Apartment Change is not an easy task'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2173957832539164505</id><published>2007-06-20T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:17:12.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Write Me Off" by Hugh Grant from the movie Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>It's never been easy for me to find the words to go along with the melody&lt;br /&gt;But this there's actually something on my mind&lt;br /&gt;so please forgive these few brave awkward lines&lt;br /&gt;since I met you my whole life has changed&lt;br /&gt;It's not just my furniture you've rearranged&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the past but somehow you've brought me back&lt;br /&gt;and I haven't felt like this since before Frankie said "Relax"&lt;br /&gt;And Now I know based on my past record I might not be the safest bet&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking you is don't write me off just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I've been telling myself the same old story&lt;br /&gt;that I'm happy to live off my so-called full of glories&lt;br /&gt;But you've given me a reason to take another chance&lt;br /&gt;now I need you despite the fact that you've killed all my plants&lt;br /&gt;And Now I know I've already blown more chances than anyone should ever get&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking you is don't write me off just yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't write me off just yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2173957832539164505?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2173957832539164505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2173957832539164505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2173957832539164505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2173957832539164505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-write-me-off-by-hugh-grant-from.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Write Me Off&quot; by Hugh Grant from the movie Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1271051994197235568</id><published>2007-06-18T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:16:13.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Issue..An embarassment for BCCI</title><content type='html'>Finally the coach issue has been biggest embarrassment for BCCI. The biggest sports academy and board is in disarray. How can they offer the post to somebody who has not made his  mind? It has been biggest mistake by BCCI till now. May be the team will do better with out a coach. I think Indian team is missing the fire under their belt which they used to be. The team that was grouped together for success seems to be gone. Nobody seems perfect and crowd is no more enjoying their game. they see each player as selfish person. Nobody knows what has happened to the team and it's spirit. Nobody knows when they will rise from ashes..Everybody only prays that the team will do good.. Till the BCCI finds another suitable coach, the team may perform depending on it's mood, which no body can guarantee.. Till then just keep a watch on it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1271051994197235568?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1271051994197235568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1271051994197235568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1271051994197235568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1271051994197235568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/coach-issuean-embarassment-for-bcci.html' title='Coach Issue..An embarassment for BCCI'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4381484708916266900</id><published>2007-06-17T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:49:14.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiavji Craze</title><content type='html'>Shivaji The Boss...Boy that movie was having such a craze in US, no body has seen before. Tamilians are really crazy about Rajni. Undoubtedly he is the super star of Tamil cinema and highest paid actor of India. When i went to see that movie in a theater where the price of ticket is twice of English movies. It was totally packed and the crowd was good. When the movie started , the crowd danced and whistled. It was a worth feeling. I felt as if i am in India. Rajni's style are popular. People were whistling till the end of the movie. For me it was an comedy movie and he is the nest comedy actor. rajni does those style in  such a scene that it does not look over the world like Balakrishna of Telugu movie. Rajni is famous for his charity and down to earth life. Before watching this movie, i got a mail, which described the real life of that actor.  Unlike Amitabh, this actor never does commercials and stays away from media. He invests heavily in charity and famous for returning money if he feels the movie did not do well business. Very few actors can do that. I almost enjoyed most part of my stay in that theatre. First time, i saw a guy helping me finding a good seat. May be he was a Rajni fan and they made sure that everybody enjoyed the movie. Another great thing for mankind. When the atmosphere become like that it makes movies worth watching. Venky, an APM in my company said today i am a simple fan of Rajni. Do not stope me. He whistled and told his friends to dance. That's the spirit of Rajni craze and undoubtedly i witnessed the craze of most stylish actor India has produced.&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Rajnikant and his good works towards human kind..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4381484708916266900?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4381484708916266900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4381484708916266900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4381484708916266900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4381484708916266900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/shiavji-craze.html' title='Shiavji Craze'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-13636325453158393</id><published>2007-06-17T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:38:49.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful song from movie Music and Lyrics...</title><content type='html'>I've been living with a shadow over head&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I have in need of them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time to clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find the way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching for the stars that used to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the sign&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There gotta be something from my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some directions&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find the way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-13636325453158393?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/13636325453158393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=13636325453158393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/13636325453158393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/13636325453158393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/beautiful-song-from-movie-music-and.html' title='A Beautiful song from movie Music and Lyrics...'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8825807666964192177</id><published>2007-06-17T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:50:40.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero (I Need A Hero)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;Where have all good men gone&lt;br /&gt;And where are all the gods?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the street-wise Hercules&lt;br /&gt;To fight the rising odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fast&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fresh from the fight&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be sure&lt;br /&gt;And it's gotta be soon&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere after midnight&lt;br /&gt;In my wildest fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere just beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;There's someone reaching back for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fast&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fresh from the fight&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be sure&lt;br /&gt;And it's gotta be soon&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up where the mountains meet the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;Out where the lightning splits the sea&lt;br /&gt;I would swear that there's someone somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Watching me&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the chill and the rain&lt;br /&gt;And the storm and the flood&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his approach&lt;br /&gt;Like a fire in my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fast&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be fresh from the fight&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be sure&lt;br /&gt;And it's gotta be soon&lt;br /&gt;And he's gotta be larger than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="vidDescMore" class="smallText"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nW50BiCuXzQ&amp;NR=1#" class="eLink" onclick="showInline('vidDescRemain'); hideInline('vidDescMore'); hideInline('vidDescBegin'); showInline('vidDescLess'); return false;" rel="nofollow"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescLess" class="smallText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8825807666964192177?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8825807666964192177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8825807666964192177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8825807666964192177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8825807666964192177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/bonnie-tyler-holding-out-for-hero-i.html' title='Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero (I Need A Hero)'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6987674736043973155</id><published>2007-06-17T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:42:25.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;I had a dream - of the wide open prairie&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream - of the pale morning sky&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream - that we flew on golden wings&lt;br /&gt;And we were the same - just the same - you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart - little child of the west wind&lt;br /&gt;Follow the voice - that's calling you home&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams - but always, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I am your brother - under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;We are two hearts joined together&lt;br /&gt;We will be forever as one&lt;br /&gt;My brother under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you hear - the wind in the canyon&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you see - the buffalo run&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go - I'll be there beside you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are my brother - my brother under the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6987674736043973155?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6987674736043973155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6987674736043973155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6987674736043973155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6987674736043973155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/bryan-adams-brothers-under-sun.html' title='Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6313383622920842542</id><published>2007-06-17T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:37:37.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>US Dollar weakening</title><content type='html'>Economy is always an exciting yet difficult chapter for me. I was always fascinated by the terms of inflation, exchange rates, value of currency. But after reading business India  magazine and rediff.com's business section these complex topics are becoming easier to understand. It is really interesting to understand the tactics employed by US, the super power of economy to sustain it's currency value is great. Read it at &lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/money/2007/jun/11dollar.htm"&gt;rediff&lt;/a&gt;. Every Indian who are at US and also other residents are having close look at the dollar values since last few months due to the drop in the price of dollar. As per report goes it has to go down. Interestingly Rice made an interesting comment recently. She said US economy will never slow down and US is never going to leave the top position of economy and technical excellence to Asian countries. She said US will always  find a way for another revolution by bringing in best talents and new technology. She may not be wrong but may be. Only time will tell what way the value of dollar and face of new revolution will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6313383622920842542?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6313383622920842542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6313383622920842542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6313383622920842542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6313383622920842542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/us-dollar-weakening.html' title='US Dollar weakening'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-224099760484307982</id><published>2007-06-17T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:35:36.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be right here waiting for you By Brian Adams a touching song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another touching song from Bryam Adams.. Hope you will like it...&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all The times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it baby,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive, this romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you, I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can't see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me going crazy&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/34417589-224099760484307982?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/224099760484307982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=224099760484307982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/224099760484307982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/224099760484307982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-be-right-here-waiting-for-you-by.html' title='I will be right here waiting for you By Brian Adams a touching song..'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8502261200400983689</id><published>2007-06-10T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:05:36.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Sunday</title><content type='html'>The weather of this Sunday has been great. I woke up late this sunday as usual around 11 AM. I got a call from one of client side friend. I just woke up and slept again. After a couple of minutes, getting fresh, i looked at the outside. I could not believe my eyes. The Sun was blazing with cool breeze. It seems like an awesome week to follow. Got to lease office to do some paper work for breaking lease.  Too much rules in US for all stuff as usual but it was ok. When i look outside from my balcony and sitting at home, i feel as if i am very lazy. May be i will go outside and have a walk for couple of hours. I can do grocery by walking a couple of miles. I do not know about the plan for Kayaking.If it finalizes it will be awesome. I have been a fan of water sports since i landed here. I love the lakes and beaches over here. The water is so clean it invites you to have a swim. I have to learn swim quickly to enjoy the beauty of nature here as well as girls!! Swimming is also a good exercise. All was ready for swimming until we realized that i have to pay huge fee to become member of the club. Looking for any alternative plans to learn swimming. Once i pass the DL test, life will be much easier. Hope that i will hit the bulls eye this time. Now i can not wait to go outside in this lovely weather. i am going to enjoy this weather after 3 days..Let me taste the feeling of nature's beauty.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8502261200400983689?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8502261200400983689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8502261200400983689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8502261200400983689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8502261200400983689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovely-sunday.html' title='Lovely Sunday'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4040627105877187421</id><published>2007-06-09T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:47:07.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ford the New Coach</title><content type='html'>Finally the news came..Ford the New Indian cricket coach.Time will tell only how he is going to handle pressure of media and expectations of billions. All are watching how he can take the team to great heights, which they are capable of. As he is coming from a low profile, expectations are less. may be he will yield good results. Only if so called big seniors can give their soul and heart, may be the India royal tiger will hunt again. hopefully the staff that coach gets will support and all will work unitedly to achieve the great result. If they do so, Abhishek's face will give that rare smile and Jatti will have few words fro complain. May be my blog will also tell few word about them in Blue..WOrld is watching guys , go and grab it....The world is your if you believe so..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4040627105877187421?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4040627105877187421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4040627105877187421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4040627105877187421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4040627105877187421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/ford-new-coach.html' title='Ford the New Coach'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5457102017058523319</id><published>2007-06-09T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:40:36.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly life is happening</title><content type='html'>Since last few days life is giving surprises everyday. When i was thinking life is so quite and dull, god has given a bucket of surprises. Few new friends came to US, making it more enjoyable then ever. Got a couple of good offers professionally, which made life more easier. Knocked a couple of roadblocks technically to make life more relaxed. Then there is a surprise call from friend, who came to US recently. It brought some old memories of college life. Those dark older days, which i have tried so hard to forget. May be that was a test of time and i should emerge as winner if i want to progress in life. Yesterday i was a bit surprised by the call and few things we talked about. But as i went sleep and got up fresh, life seemed so different. Everybody in their life goes through this and it is humankind, who should emerge through all this emotional stuff to rise in their life. It has  made mo more stronger in emotional front and more believer of god. Lately i have been trying to also avoid Rashmi, so that she becomes more independent and mature. I know she is there always to give me a support, a cousin and friend, more than ever always there to cover me. I really surprise by her innocence and pure heart. I believed girls are complex and  hard to understand from my past experiences. But when i look at my cousins,sisters and Rashmi , i think may be my presumption of girls are wrong. Few simple girls are alive till today. My family has become more stronger and i am really happy to see that. It gives you strength, when ever you need help. Then i have got all these amazing friend circle, who never lets le alone, what ever the situation and  whenever i may be. I may forget them but they never let the friendship bond die. That's what makes life worth living, nothing to worry, just enjoying as days come by............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5457102017058523319?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5457102017058523319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5457102017058523319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5457102017058523319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5457102017058523319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/suddenly-life-is-happening.html' title='Suddenly life is happening'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2326285460922909994</id><published>2007-06-09T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:28:07.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Mania............</title><content type='html'>Suddenly the Rain appears&lt;br /&gt;Dashing all the weekend Plans&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do other than watching movies&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what to do sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It sucks life like hell&lt;br /&gt;when no body is there to gel&lt;br /&gt;When the sun will come again&lt;br /&gt;when will i able to play free again&lt;br /&gt;the life seems so still&lt;br /&gt;wonder what to do for time to kill&lt;br /&gt;may be the sun will come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i will be roaming outside leaving my lonely room behind&lt;br /&gt;among the friends life will be great again&lt;br /&gt;till then time to watch and sleep&lt;br /&gt;looking for better days to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2326285460922909994?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2326285460922909994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2326285460922909994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2326285460922909994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2326285460922909994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-mania.html' title='Rain Mania............'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-547474046661381617</id><published>2007-06-09T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:24:14.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeni Kum</title><content type='html'>Ideally speaking "Cheeni Kum" is a good romantic comedy. It is a small and enjoyable movie. It has two of the great actor from bollywood, Tabu And Amitabh, who are always surpassing their own standards of acting. Living legends least to say. Then Paresh Rawal, who makes you laugh instantly. I went for Oceans 13 and as there is no tickets, ended up seeing this movie and i enjoyed it a lot to the core of my heart. I am a big fan of Amitabh, after i saw "Sharabi". He has always given some of the best performances, may be which are disasters in box office.  Tabu has made a come back after "NameShake". The story line was mature and script was good. You could not miss the mom character of Amitabh, which is typically like mother of India and the little girl, who represents the Y generation. Above all it is a good time pass for the weekend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-547474046661381617?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/547474046661381617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=547474046661381617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/547474046661381617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/547474046661381617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheeni-kum.html' title='Cheeni Kum'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5450085349142464231</id><published>2007-06-09T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:18:26.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Day</title><content type='html'>It is really great to have all friends in a group again. All my friends are in so diverse locations and all were indulged in their own life, it is hard to get all on board. But finally due to Subhasish, all friends have started sharing their thoughts in a common group mail. Suddenly it feels as is we having add a again. World seems to change so first again. It seems so enjoyable with friends pouring out their hearts and old nostalgic moments. It was a get together through internet. The thread of friendship is growing stronger day by day. June 8, is observed as best friends day and that day i had 20 mails in my mailbox from my friends. What else you can expect from life. The rain of Seattle is not going to stop, neither the sucking rain weather will die, but due to warmth of the friendship i will be able to live life peaceful however distance land and difficult situation i may be. Let's celebrate the bond friendship again.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5450085349142464231?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5450085349142464231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5450085349142464231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5450085349142464231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5450085349142464231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-friends-day.html' title='Best Friends Day'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2251555920516586870</id><published>2007-06-09T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:20:24.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I AM - Bryan adams song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="lyric" colspan="2" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new world&lt;br /&gt;It's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;We've just begun&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time&lt;br /&gt;Our time has come&lt;br /&gt;Yeah here we are&lt;br /&gt;Still goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;Right here in the place where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/b/bryan-adams/here-i-am/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204) ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;color:#3366cc;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204) ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204) ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;And a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a new world&lt;br /&gt;It's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a new world&lt;br /&gt;It's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;(Waiting, waiting waiting)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Right next to you&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world is all brand new&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothin' standing in our way&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2251555920516586870?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2251555920516586870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2251555920516586870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2251555920516586870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2251555920516586870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-i-am-bryan-adams-song.html' title='Here I AM - Bryan adams song'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2852384442539382876</id><published>2007-06-09T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:33:26.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U r beautiful by Jmaes Blunt- a grt song</title><content type='html'>My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Flying high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2852384442539382876?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2852384442539382876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2852384442539382876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2852384442539382876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2852384442539382876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/u-r-beautiful-by-jmaes-blunt-grt-song.html' title='U r beautiful by Jmaes Blunt- a grt song'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2282308760021760878</id><published>2007-06-09T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:32:29.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kya Hua Tera Wada - another grt song from RD Burman</title><content type='html'>Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe&lt;br /&gt;Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;Woh kasam, woh iraada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe&lt;br /&gt;Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaad hai mujhko, tune kaha tha&lt;br /&gt;Tumse nahin roothenge kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki tarah se haath mile hain&lt;br /&gt;Kaise bhala chhootenge kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Teri baahon mein beeti har shyaam&lt;br /&gt;Bewafa yeh bhi kya yaad nahin&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;Woh kasam, woh iraada&lt;br /&gt;Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe&lt;br /&gt;Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;Woh kasam, woh iraada&lt;br /&gt;Oh kehne waale mujhko farebi&lt;br /&gt;Kaun farebi hai yeh bata&lt;br /&gt;Woh jisne gham liya pyaar ki khaatir&lt;br /&gt;Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya&lt;br /&gt;Nasha daulat ka aisa bhi kya&lt;br /&gt;Ke tujhe kuch bhi yaad nahin&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;Woh kasam, woh iraada&lt;br /&gt;Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe&lt;br /&gt;Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua tera waada&lt;br /&gt;Woh kasam woh irada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2282308760021760878?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2282308760021760878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2282308760021760878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2282308760021760878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2282308760021760878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/kya-hua-tera-wada-another-grt-song-from.html' title='Kya Hua Tera Wada - another grt song from RD Burman'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2941110508698452982</id><published>2007-06-09T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:29:23.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In  My Dreams Down the street--A grt song i heard</title><content type='html'>Can you hear the music playing?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the rhythm swaying?&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And I can promise you that&lt;br /&gt;You are the one and only&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;We are the perfect dream come true&lt;br /&gt;And I can promise you that&lt;br /&gt;I hear a silly love song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I see you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's magic when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Baby down on Dream Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you by the hand and&lt;br /&gt;Walk you down the Milky Way 'cause&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;Though I promise baby I&lt;br /&gt;Hear a silly love song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I see you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's magic when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Baby down on Dream Street&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time, baby&lt;br /&gt;It happens everytime&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's magic when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Down on Dream Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are angels all around&lt;br /&gt;Singing a love song&lt;br /&gt;You know it happens every time&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh it happens every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I see you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's magic when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Baby down on Dream Street&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time&lt;br /&gt;It happens every time&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's magic when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Down on Dream Street in my Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is song from a college band and boys i loved it like hell............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2941110508698452982?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2941110508698452982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2941110508698452982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2941110508698452982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2941110508698452982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-my-dreams-down-street-grt-song-i.html' title='In  My Dreams Down the street--A grt song i heard'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-7505173072424159870</id><published>2007-06-04T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:57:18.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bheja Fry!!</title><content type='html'>After a long gap i watched a short and comic hindi movie. It is short and full of humor. consists of no big stars, greta story and script and cool ending. It's "bheja fry". As the name suggests, do not worry that your brain will b fried. It is a must watch comic movie having a great appeal. The main characters bheja is really fried. Vinay pathak is the main character and nobody other can make justice to that character. When the big movies and scripts are turning out to be crap in Bollywoood and Hollywood, this movie comes as a breather. I enjoyed the movie the most and so will every one. It makes fun out of simple day to day life situations and people. May be time for some great minds of movie makes to make an introspect.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-7505173072424159870?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/7505173072424159870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=7505173072424159870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7505173072424159870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/7505173072424159870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/bheja-fry.html' title='Bheja Fry!!'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4925134776339641592</id><published>2007-06-04T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:50:36.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Alone or wait for company</title><content type='html'>sometimes it seems you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it wants to be alone&lt;br /&gt;always fight goes between heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;to decide which has priority&lt;br /&gt;no one knows which is right&lt;br /&gt;it depends on you to choose who is correct&lt;br /&gt;may be success comes when you start alone&lt;br /&gt;it brings friend along the way and enemies&lt;br /&gt;once you are at the top you feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;but the heart searches for close friends&lt;br /&gt;mind says hunt for the next target,&lt;br /&gt;never stop and rest&lt;br /&gt;go and grab the world&lt;br /&gt;you need  a balance to go to the top&lt;br /&gt;because you need friends to celebrate your life&lt;br /&gt;be pure from heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;the journey with friends will never end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4925134776339641592?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4925134776339641592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4925134776339641592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4925134776339641592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4925134776339641592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/walk-alone-or-wait-for-company.html' title='Walk Alone or wait for company'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-3293061717166298375</id><published>2007-06-04T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:43:01.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain after a hot week</title><content type='html'>This week has been great in Seattle. The sun is very pleased, so the temp is around 70-80 F.  Just like Indian spring in Bangalore. You do not need to worry regarding the jackets or winter wear. It's time for shorts and swim in the pool.But today the temp was so high, people were praying for a rain. Boy!! it also rained for a couple of minutes.It was so cool. Killing weather to sit and enjoy the life outside in thr balcony. All places suddenly seem so nice and enjoyable. Life seems worth living. Suddenly the sleeping city has waken up with bright and colorful. Beautiful girls among beautiful nature is also another added point. I enjoy sitting in my balcony and watch the beauty of the mountains which has a great view. With lights on the mountains dazzling like stars, it gives an view which is so soothing to the heart. Life seems so different in such a weather in balcony, with all pure thoughts created in mind. Enjoy the summer guys........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-3293061717166298375?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/3293061717166298375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=3293061717166298375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3293061717166298375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/3293061717166298375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-after-hot-week.html' title='Rain after a hot week'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-6817060654961340309</id><published>2007-05-20T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:33:27.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masaledar Poha</title><content type='html'>Saturday i trued to cook a new dish called Maseladar poha. I followed all the steps and it looked like what the site was showing in picture. But frankly speaking it was Poha Upama, as called by my roomies. It was good in taste but it was not like poha i used to eat. I got a new recipe by default i guess.  Next time i will try the dish that mom used to cook in poha. I have been trying to do all experiments to get some new recipe and have been successful but yesterday's one was really funny and i enjoyed it a lot. May be it is time for some dishes which has less oil and fat value and more healthier. This week it is going to be healthy food week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in India you have so many food options, nobody gets faded up with food. But in US, you do not have the variety. US people that's why i guess loves cuisines of different countries. That is for variety, which is good as you get to taste food of whole world in a place. But as the chains are growing in US, all places have same taste. In Minneapolis, we have got a street called eat street which consists of 20 blocks and you can find cuisines from all parts of world, which is amazing. I miss that in Seattle.But in India each dish tastes differently in different places. India is also embracing the culture of US food chains, which is boring. I always loved the variety of food options available in India. I think Indian people have highest variety of dishes due to variety of culture and which is awesome. Now it is time for me to start my experiment for a different recipe. Till them friends keep on enjoying your food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-6817060654961340309?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/6817060654961340309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=6817060654961340309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6817060654961340309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/6817060654961340309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/masaledar-poha.html' title='Masaledar Poha'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-5607103393893696871</id><published>2007-05-20T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:18:07.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the value the centuries hold for Indian tigers</title><content type='html'>what a crap as told bu a guy. I think the ton by Sachin and Ganguly is more satisfying factor for them compared to the crowd and team needs. May be people wanted them to stay and score some brisk runs instead of giving their wickets like chocolates. People in India should stop giving more importance to cricket so that India can improve in more games. Cricket has become quite boring. Only watching the Australians are fun who has raised the bar of the game. Other teams are crap. Bangladesh is doing good by getting six wickets of India. Nobody is interested in the old horses who has lost the faith of people. People want to see some spirited performance for them. Go after Bangladesh the Australian way. Tear them apart and knock some records. Then people will say that the old Indian tiger is roaring. I think till that happens,which i doubt may take some years to come, we can enjoy our life with out cricket. God help Indian team...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-5607103393893696871?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/5607103393893696871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=5607103393893696871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5607103393893696871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/5607103393893696871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-value-centuries-hold-for-indian.html' title='What the value the centuries hold for Indian tigers'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-2759220229075858081</id><published>2007-05-20T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:11:53.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night brings the darkness inside me</title><content type='html'>Since i was child i always hated night. I do not know what happens to me in nights. May be i become deadly animal in night. When i was a kid, i used to wait eagerly for the day to come. May be i feel insecure in night. That brings the devil inside me. It had became a habit to think about all nonsense stuff and dirty tricks in night till i get a good sleep. Again woke up fresh for a new day to fight. I have been trying hard to go to sleep as soon as i hit bed. But they are of no use. I know one thing, if i can sleep peacefully may be the devil will go away. May be couple of times only in my life i was so tired, that i slept as soon as i hit bed. Else always i had to wait for half an hour and hour to get that snoring sleep. My cousin always tells me stories and what stuffs i need to do get a good sleep. I have never tried them. The problem is with my thinking and approach towards life i guess. It may take sometime to get away with that devil. May be i can try to avoid the afraid of darkness and try to make my nights more enjoyable to sleep. It has been a long time to have a good night sleep.Weekends are very boring nights and as i keep on watching movies to get a sleep which is of all vain. May be i missing those days in India, when i used to sleep like a dead man. But nothing to worry. As the sunrise will bring joy to the dark days of my life and make me a much happier person. As told by all whom i know that i always get more than what i wanted but never satisfied and striving for more and never ever stop laughing, it is time to enjoy the nights also. May be the time has come to enjoy the life. Hoping to get a good sleep today...........Have a good night friends.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-2759220229075858081?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/2759220229075858081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=2759220229075858081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2759220229075858081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/2759220229075858081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/night-brings-darkness-inside-me.html' title='Night brings the darkness inside me'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8048485029140796546</id><published>2007-05-20T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:58:30.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Season Boring</title><content type='html'>Again the rain strikes Seattle. This week end has been a boring game. I had planned to go to Kayaking and Bowling games on Saturday. But the strong wind on Saturday blew away the chance for Kayaking. After that Nitin went for shooting blowing away the chance for Bowling game. SO for killing time me and Sandeep decided to go to grocery store for shopping. Boy that was a great mistake. Although we did not shop much but the cool window and what ever the weight of shopping stuff was a good exercise. After that we played TT for 90 minutes. As we could not found a court to play tennis, we settled for table tennis. I am improving in that game. I used to see Santosh play with his friends, this game. He used to play awesome. I have to learn hard  to reach that level. After that we watched Lage Raho Munna Bhai, a gem movie for comedy. So most of the time was indoor. Saturday was done and whole Sunday the rain keeps pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday was important in another fact. A friend called Manoj, who recently joined CSC. He told an interesting fact. He said he is getting everything, money,car etc but he is not happy. I was not amazed by his answer. I have heard this story in US  several times. People here have got everything but still happiness keeps them away. Though people in India are poor compared to US but i think they have got much self satisfaction and happiness much better then their counter part. Money can not buy happiness that is true. It can give you sometime to enjoy which is short term. Even i sometimes wonder about my future course of action and what to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Pankaj called up asking about what to do thing. He was asking a difficult question to me as i am still search for that answer.It is getting late for that answer. May be i need to do some talking to my heart and decide what to do. May be i will get an answer soon. Till then i will enjoy the music of Rockford...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8048485029140796546?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8048485029140796546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8048485029140796546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8048485029140796546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8048485029140796546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/rainy-season-boring.html' title='Rainy Season Boring'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-4889689160797229138</id><published>2007-05-13T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:33:56.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Namesake......leaves some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i saw the movie "Namesake". As expected it is a great movie. Mira Nair has captured the essence of immigrants and their confusions nicely. That movie stirred quite a few thoughts in my thought factory. I could compare myself with the character "Gogol".  In the movie though h plays the character of second generation Indians in US, his dilemmas were common like mine. As that character asks himself regarding his name and try to justify it so do i. When i joined my engineering in Paralakhemundi, i could find the complexity of my name. Usually professors were used to fumble while speaking my name. I used to stand up as it became a habit and i told them not to spell my name. Lecturers who used to speak in my mother tongue they do not had issues. As most of the lecturers were form Andhra and they do not have the letter by which my name starts. The funny part was one Andhra lecturer tried and he was able to speak my name with least modification. I was one of his favorite student. There was another lecturer, in whose class i used to feel sleepy and boring as he used to dictate a lot. Although he spoke the language "Oriya", my mother tongue, but he used to sell my differently in each class. Due to him, i got dozen of names. I was pissed of with him and lastly i told him to spell my name with last name.&lt;br /&gt;That was most embarrassing part for me.  Always i wondered why they gave me that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that when i joined Cognizant, the Bengali people changed my name again. They do not spell "Kshyama", they spell "Khema". Finally i gave up trying to correct my name and i got bunch of names. When i came to US, again the issue with name came up. The officer who took my visa interview said, you have a very short last name unlike south Indians and a bit equivalent first name. When i went to join "Target", the name issue was prominent. My team was having member from India an US. Some US members were from Asia and had settled. Though my Indian member was able to spell my name, my US team members changed my name from "Kshyamasagar" to "Sagar". Another member who was from Asia but settled in US, used to call by my first name an she had list mistakes.I really appreciate her effort. Anyway day in Target went off. I relocated from Minneapolis to Seattle. During interview only i could sense the damage to my  name with the new company. And boys it came true. They changed my name from "Kshyamasagar Das" to "Sagar Das". I was dumb folded.  The also had issues with "Sagar". how to spell it. Sometimes "Sager", "Sugar" blah blah. Finally i told them to call by my last name if they have issues. The name "Kshyama" lost his importance, the name which my dad loved most and he used to call me by my name not pet name. He used my pet name to call mom and he used my first name to call me.  He gave me that name thinking that his kid will be know by his unique name and maybe inherit some characters which this name means. "Khyamasagar" means "Sea of  forgiveness". But in this modern world, my name has lost it's purpose. Peopple can not spell my name and they modify it in their own way. How far my character resembles, that my friends and family can only tell. But it was a unique name and i am proud of that.At the end it seems that what is in a name. It only gives you a medium to interact people.  But my name will do that, as people usually get a surprise face when they hear my name. I can not change my name like "Gogol" did in "Namesake" because i love my name. I only want one day people in world Will become habituated with this unique name. The movie gave me one point though. When you get an opportunity bounce on that and do not fear to travel distant islands.  I am trying hard to achieve that and implement it. "The Namesake" definitely leave an impression in my heart. It also tels how different man and woman think back in India. My dad thinks like the character of Irfan khan and mom is like Tabu. Well my thinking may not be as close as Kal Penn but it has striking similarity. It is a movie for all immigrants and more then that it reminds me of Kolkata from where i started the journey to US. All people should travel different parts of world as it gives more global thoughts. US is more like India in terms of diversity of population and culture.Sometime when i think of myself, i just wonder about my life here. what does i want from this. But after watching this movie, i am clear about that. I want my parents to visit this country once and i want them to see and understand it. That was my child hood dream. I wanted them to travel with me different countries.Enjoy the culture, nature beauty, food etc. At least this county and this project has given me enough time for my inner thoughts and to understand my self. I want to roam the world just like "Gogol", as i am free and i want to part of this huge planet which god has gifted to man kind. Whether that will become reality or not does not matter. But that is what i want and i hope one day everybody could spell my name......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-4889689160797229138?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/4889689160797229138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=4889689160797229138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4889689160797229138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/4889689160797229138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/namesakeleaves-some-thoughts.html' title='The Namesake......leaves some thoughts'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-1100074829769894309</id><published>2007-05-12T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:45:05.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does my heart need companionship.............</title><content type='html'>Aagain comes a weekend, which gives me plenty of time to write something in my blog. It has been kind of confessions which you make to god to feel light after heavy work. I can say it has been kind of releasing tensions from head. Thanks to deba for inspiring me. It is another way of expressing myself. I used to record my daily events in my diary when i was in my teen age. Somethings, which you can not share with the world but can share only with yourself. As i was walking today with my roomie, who recently got engaged, i was dicussing this. SInce he got engaged, i could see him spending half of his time over phone and half of time in front of movies. Whenever i think of companionship, commitment comes to my mind. In college, i have seen so much love stories, which were based on this theory. SOme faded and some got their way to glory. I thought for sometime about myself. Why suddenly i am more worried about all these (non-sense thing, which i always say to my friends) topics? Have i got more lonely in US among friends or i am in a junction of age where your heart does not go with mind. Am i afraid of commiting? I even do not know all these answers and i am also searching for them. When i was in college, i had only one theory. True commitment breeds companionship. But when i sit on my balcony seeing the distant greenery, i always finds myself in dilema. Even among friends i feel lonely. Everybody goes through this phase and i think this phase helps you get closer to decide what you want from life. Really this weekend seems pretty long for no reason. May be i am missing Rashmi's callas and Gunjan and Deba's phone and pinging in gtalk very often. May be i am missing talking to shiabni and tina, which i used to do every fortnight.May be even with all of them my heart feels lonely. May be it wants sometime alone in some distant park to decide priorities in my life. May be it is waiting for somebody to share my thoughts..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-1100074829769894309?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/1100074829769894309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=1100074829769894309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1100074829769894309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/1100074829769894309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-my-heart-need-companionship.html' title='Does my heart need companionship.............'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34417589.post-8221312964458095410</id><published>2007-05-01T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:00:52.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy weather sucks</title><content type='html'>Suddenly from no where sunny seattle is witnessing drizzles. When it rains in seattle, it is bad. It never rains heavily like Mumbai rain but it drizzles for weeks. The weather becomes gloomy.If you do not have a good friend circle, life becomes hell. Today, we had a bigger gathering at room. Nitin is there for training and Sandeep cooked Sambar. It was really good. It reminded me the taste of mom's food. We could not play tennis because of rain neither the drving practice, which i am trying hard to meet at both ends. Tomorrow onwards, we are having training till Friday. It will be student life again. So life will be fun with listening with 30 people who are from Client side. Rainy weather in US  is not similar  to India as the smell of soil is missing. Today another guy from office,Rexy, showed his brother's marriage snaps. Boy that was surprise. Also the marriage function of christians are like Hindus. I think marriage function is similar in all religions across India. No caste, no religion. I was happy to find this truth. Also Americans were surprised by the fact that arrange marriage works to such a great extent back in India. They were wondering about how compatible people are also they were feeling sad the x-generation of US are giving away what ever traditions they were having. That going to happen when you have so much technology dependence and life is only around gadgets. Well literally i was proud to see the colors in our functions. They are always pleasure to share....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34417589-8221312964458095410?l=kshyamasagar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/feeds/8221312964458095410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34417589&amp;postID=8221312964458095410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8221312964458095410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34417589/posts/default/8221312964458095410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshyamasagar.blogspot.com/2007/04/rainy-weather-sucks.html' title='Rainy weather sucks'/><author><name>Kshyamasagar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075479434076019707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
