<?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-2462217984929799780</id><updated>2012-02-04T10:46:04.810-08:00</updated><category term='sherlock'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='key'/><category term='pedal rickshaws'/><category term='memories'/><category term='description'/><category term='unbelievable'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cooker'/><category term='food'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='random'/><category term='internet'/><category term='maid'/><category term='nature'/><category term='autos'/><category term='loo'/><category term='astrology'/><category term='sunsigns'/><category term='musings'/><category term='questions'/><category term='rice'/><category term='elements'/><category term='observation'/><title type='text'>I Xpress</title><subtitle type='html'>My 'Trains' of thoughts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6363199639362053075</id><published>2011-12-23T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T04:20:25.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There is no adhesive in this world that can fix broken trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6363199639362053075?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6363199639362053075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6363199639362053075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6363199639362053075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-507170070984283516</id><published>2011-12-22T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:28:08.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elusive You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself understand my heart not.&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing that which I so desire?&lt;br /&gt;Shine me the light and guide me through,&lt;br /&gt;for I must search till my feet tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when two lovers meet?&lt;br /&gt;How do they know they belong together?&lt;br /&gt;What if I pass my soul mate by?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I live my life lonely forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When struck by love the heart beats quicken?&lt;br /&gt;Or flushes hot and cold must I expect?&lt;br /&gt;Do the heavens sing and the Gods convene&lt;br /&gt;a feast and a dance to pay respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this and more, answers I seek&lt;br /&gt;as seasons pass and tone my will,&lt;br /&gt;‘cos for you I’ll wait a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gojnv4buoU/TvOuH8mlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KnkDUgojRa4/s1600/portrait+of+dr+gachet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gojnv4buoU/TvOuH8mlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KnkDUgojRa4/s320/portrait+of+dr+gachet.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;even if love eludes me still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-507170070984283516?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gojnv4buoU/TvOuH8mlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KnkDUgojRa4/s72-c/portrait+of+dr+gachet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-8038674142951118784</id><published>2011-12-22T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:03:21.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sshh...For Words Fall Short</title><content type='html'>I feel so much love, I cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these emotions take me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of this intense feeling I feel&lt;br /&gt;is so difficult to explain with lips that  I seal,&lt;br /&gt;for so stunned am I, not a word must I utter&lt;br /&gt;‘cos, this dream, a peep from me could shatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lie still, till my heart explodes and body bursts.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps silence could do justice where speaking hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-8038674142951118784?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/8038674142951118784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/12/sshhfor-words-fall-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8038674142951118784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8038674142951118784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/12/sshhfor-words-fall-short.html' title='Sshh...For Words Fall Short'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-7681012313113202423</id><published>2011-12-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:22:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty and Desirable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dirty, unclean and desirable when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;You want me so bad, it turns me on, I come alive for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, the shameless look in your half shut eyes makes me shiver from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flaming cheeks I lower my lids and it just makes you want me more.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t take me but you don’t let me go.&lt;br /&gt;For darkness we wait, for in darkness you hold me tight with our bodies low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes lest we break this obscene dream, the dream that’s so real.&lt;br /&gt;I do not see you and you turn your face away, we only feel.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your heart beat fast against my own, my very soul you steal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt this shameless and I’ve never felt this alive before.&lt;br /&gt;No one must know about you, a drug I secretly score.&lt;br /&gt;For in your arms I find ecstasy, though I know I am done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is so tangled up with yours, it’s a pleasure each time you move.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands, so powerful and strong, make my body ache mercilessly with desire, this isn’t love.&lt;br /&gt;Your warm breath drives me crazy as you explore each curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dirty, shameless and desirable, a scarlet red wine.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t not have you, though I don’t belong to you and you aren’t mine.&lt;br /&gt;You may call it a sin but I swear the pleasure is divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes say yes, though your mouth says no.&lt;br /&gt;So we turn the lights off and pretend like it’s alright and that we can let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSDQKX4d8PQ/TvOr0ssfhQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5z_oqTssyTI/s1600/Court_COU101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSDQKX4d8PQ/TvOr0ssfhQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5z_oqTssyTI/s320/Court_COU101.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you and I, we both know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it isn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-7681012313113202423?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSDQKX4d8PQ/TvOr0ssfhQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5z_oqTssyTI/s72-c/Court_COU101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-7183065984610074491</id><published>2011-10-24T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:37:17.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long way still...</title><content type='html'>Walking walking, walking far,&lt;br /&gt;On a crowded lane, under a lonely star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know which turns to take,&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow not the people but my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it not, I know it not,&lt;br /&gt;What the land has in store, what the sea has got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door but, to ceaseless journey, is ajar.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be walking walking, walking very far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-7183065984610074491?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/7183065984610074491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-way-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/7183065984610074491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/7183065984610074491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-way-still.html' title='A long way still...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-4131313871931492530</id><published>2011-10-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:18:46.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-&lt;br /&gt;9fYxVx7bXDA/TpC7KpS5R0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GwXr6GBv4k/s1600/Sky%252C%2Bblue%252C%2BGrass%252C%2Bgreen%2Band%2Bfriends%2Bfor%2Bever....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fYxVx7bXDA/TpC7KpS5R0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GwXr6GBv4k/s400/Sky%252C%2Bblue%252C%2BGrass%252C%2Bgreen%2Band%2Bfriends%2Bfor%2Bever....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661230523162904386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo Courtesy: &lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://pixiedustonme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pixiedustonme.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back in time and remember how we used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we stood there with dreamy eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Making promises to ourselves that we would reach the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of achieving big things, grand things,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the changes in this world we would bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we dreamed about our knight in shining armor?&lt;br /&gt;How he would be tall, dark and a complete charmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we grew up we knew we'd have to part.&lt;br /&gt;But remember we made promises, we'd always be in each other's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the day when we had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;In our souls we knew that we'd be best friends till we die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, just for a minute, and you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, look! All that we lost through this long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our dreams, all these years, relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Never realizing that whats got to be, will surely be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never got to see the face of our knight.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they were just a part of our fancies taking flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days of innocent promises and impossible dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Though all in the past, are a part of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still fool myself into believing that all these things are true!&lt;br /&gt;If, and only if, I am holding your hand, standing here with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear dear friend, where did you disappear.&lt;br /&gt;My dream to dream can come true only if you are here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-4131313871931492530?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/4131313871931492530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4131313871931492530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4131313871931492530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fYxVx7bXDA/TpC7KpS5R0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GwXr6GBv4k/s72-c/Sky%252C%2Bblue%252C%2BGrass%252C%2Bgreen%2Band%2Bfriends%2Bfor%2Bever....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3675429962622847490</id><published>2011-09-28T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:29:11.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Beliefs</title><content type='html'>We are phoney, both you and I.&lt;br /&gt;God forbid if you could read my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Though mostly I prefer the truth, sometimes I sure do lie.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, at times, there could be a difference in what I do and what I think.&lt;br /&gt;But never in what I do and what I believe is right!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3675429962622847490?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3675429962622847490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/thoughts-and-beliefs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3675429962622847490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3675429962622847490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/thoughts-and-beliefs.html' title='Thoughts and Beliefs'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3032188746694973268</id><published>2011-09-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T06:46:34.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Dayyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Its funny how I have absolutely nothing to do on a (wait, let me check my phone to see what day it is...) Wednesday evening except sitting in my room, looking out the huge square window to see gorgeous greeen trees (two trees to be precise) and fooling myself into believing that I am actually holidaying on a hill station!! Of course, this was before I decided to sit in front of my laptop instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so frustrating at this point that I swear my hands shake while writing. Like how you sometimes cannot fall asleep when you are just too tired, I am unable to express due to the extent of the pent up frustration I have within... Feels like a bomb, ticking away... trust me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that the unemployed, unmarried, living-with-parents ones are just so lucky they have nothing to do, no responsibility, no money issues...no nothing! Life is just a big, never ending party! Let me tell you, that is absolutely untrue! Its a myth! You have not been unemployed for over a month if you actually believe that such a life would be a blessed life. No! &lt;br /&gt;It is a curse, my friend! I have been unemployed for over three months now (due to reasons, I believe, I do not necessarily have to reveal...just know that if I had any other option I would have never EVER quit my job in the first place!) and I am dying, stagnating... I think my fingers are melting...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen movies like Zombieland or the Dawn of the Dead? Those creatures?? Yes, I am like one of them... (you really might wanna stay away... I am being nice so I am warning you...) You will not believe, at times I just sit on my bed, stare out my beautiful large windows and munch. Chips, chocolate bars, cakes, chocolate nutties?, fancy cakes!, munchies....! Basically, munchies.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, when I can bring myself to do it, I watch old movies on my laptop that I have probably seen a zillion times (no brainers okay! I don't want to be using too much of it when I am in this zombie-state! One of the regular features in this list of movies is 'Scary Movie', all parts, so you know what I mean when I say 'kill the grey cells'!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say that when you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up? Don't you think thats a load of crap made up by someone who must have been way too optimistic in life! What if you don't move after hitting rock bottom? You might just end up spending the rest of your life resting under that rock's bottom! What then huh? The smart-ass-optimistic-douche did not give a solution to THAT, now did he! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no I am not looking for sympathy! Do not pity, patronize or condescend... I am just telling you what a regular day in my life looks like at this point. Ok? Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when its time to watch t.v.,(cos trust me when you really want to watch something on the television, you find NOthing!), I do not miss those really hilarious, ever entertaining Star World sitcoms. I never ever miss the numerous repeats of each of those episodes either! Like just yesterday I watched the same 'Rules of Engagement' episode...Twice. Oh and not to forget that really funny episode of 'Everybody Loves Raymond'. I had the fortune of watching it thrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I sit here blabbering to a screen! I probably have zero readers! Even if I stuff curse words here and type random letters, nobody would know....cos nobody would read! Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just pretend that you really are interested and wanna know why I haven't started working yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Well, I do not think that I need to give you any explanations and justifications! I will start looking soon. There are some things that need to be done first. Once they are taken care of, I shall inform you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot come up with more poems... I think its gone. I think I better go too... I am sure Star World has something really interesting playing for me. Right. This. Minute. If not that then theres Animal Planet, Discovery, Zee Cafe, HBO, Zee TV?, Aastha Channel!!!!, if nothing else works I'll just watch Sony. They always have CID playing and I must tell you that I am a huge fan. Huge. Like huge. As huge as Daya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3032188746694973268?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3032188746694973268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-dayyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3032188746694973268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3032188746694973268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-dayyyyyy.html' title='Just Another Dayyyyyy'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-823284233414364471</id><published>2011-09-12T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:08:56.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Journey We Are On</title><content type='html'>You were here till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Now all that is left is me and today.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know what tomorrow will bring,&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured it won't lead your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my way, I know, is far and long.&lt;br /&gt;I won't forever be alone on this journey I am on.&lt;br /&gt;I will sing through my way till I've sung my last song!&lt;br /&gt;With or without someone by my side, I will surely one day reach where I belong!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-823284233414364471?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/823284233414364471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-journey-we-are-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/823284233414364471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/823284233414364471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-journey-we-are-on.html' title='This Journey We Are On'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6561737052012105339</id><published>2011-09-12T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:09:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind...</title><content type='html'>I feel so burdened with this guilt that I have begun to justify your wrong doings. I simply cannot undo what I have done but I can certainly take solace in the truth and honesty of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I ask myself 'Why!?' and the only answer, reasonable answer, I can come up with is me! And for this reason alone, despite all the pain and injustice I have suffered, I can perhaps say that I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just wipe off that one wrong move maybe I would be able to put all the blame on you and get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. But then again, something's GOTTA give, right??! &lt;br /&gt;Where IS the peace of mind????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6561737052012105339?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6561737052012105339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/peace-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6561737052012105339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6561737052012105339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/09/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-8921474346538077852</id><published>2011-04-05T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:34:27.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind Me For I Cannot Remember!</title><content type='html'>I do not even remember me.&lt;br /&gt;How was I before I met you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me of how I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Refresh my memory and make me dream anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that journey I was on?&lt;br /&gt;I changed my path to walk with you.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the road I walked,&lt;br /&gt;With purple hues and skies of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though thoughts of you cause endless pain&lt;br /&gt;And remind me of all that cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for that girl who chose this rain,&lt;br /&gt;Who today is like a lost boat without a keel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who was I before I met you?&lt;br /&gt;Please, oh God, remind me before sunfall&lt;br /&gt;Else, how will I find my skies of blue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-8921474346538077852?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/8921474346538077852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/04/remind-me-for-i-cannot-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8921474346538077852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8921474346538077852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/04/remind-me-for-i-cannot-remember.html' title='Remind Me For I Cannot Remember!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1441184921633531036</id><published>2011-03-17T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:38:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>Its not me, its you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos of you they think its me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos of you I think its me!&lt;br /&gt;But, I am ready to take the blame,&lt;br /&gt;For I feel guilty too, I  do.&lt;br /&gt;Its not me, its you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos of you I became you&lt;br /&gt;And then they really had reasons&lt;br /&gt;To think its me and blame me too.&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to undo&lt;br /&gt;And I do not know how to.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am stuck with you and&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck with me too...though it was never me, it was you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1441184921633531036?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1441184921633531036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-title.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1441184921633531036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1441184921633531036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-4321510358105917241</id><published>2011-03-07T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:30:10.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Worry</title><content type='html'>If God has sent me into this world &lt;br /&gt;It is not so that I be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;If God has sent me into this world&lt;br /&gt;I am certain there is a purpose to it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can never figure out what,&lt;br /&gt;He is there and He knows.&lt;br /&gt;So, I need not worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-4321510358105917241?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/4321510358105917241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-worry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4321510358105917241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4321510358105917241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-worry.html' title='You Don&apos;t Worry'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-4015598250351601058</id><published>2011-03-07T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:28:06.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I changed my coffee order today&lt;br /&gt;Will it taste better or worse, I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, it was time&lt;br /&gt;that I tried a different flavor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-4015598250351601058?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/4015598250351601058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4015598250351601058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4015598250351601058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3781275865253803246</id><published>2011-02-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:21:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I thought it was raining&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd stop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll enjoy the rain a little&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the rain pouring down on me.&lt;br /&gt;The water started rising and soon I was submerged.&lt;br /&gt;The water was so beautiful, so blue.&lt;br /&gt;Under water I saw everything anew!&lt;br /&gt;I could breathe under water!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was a fish!&lt;br /&gt;It was like I always belonged here.&lt;br /&gt;With eyes wonder-struck and hair flowing wild, I just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for how long, I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;but I think many seasons passed.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and felt at peace.&lt;br /&gt;And then I wasn't submerged anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes in confusion because&lt;br /&gt;I did not know why there was no water anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The rain continued but the water never rose again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was a fish, I thought I belonged under water,&lt;br /&gt;My dear blue water!&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;For a second I could not breathe without water.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;I waited, full of hope,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the water will rise again, take me again?&lt;br /&gt;I stood there waiting in the rain for how long, I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;It took me ages to realize that&lt;br /&gt;It had long since stopped raining.&lt;br /&gt;I was just standing under a tree!&lt;br /&gt;My soul is drenched and shivering&lt;br /&gt;But I continue to stand,&lt;br /&gt;But I continue to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will rain, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I wait too long, I will finally belong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3781275865253803246?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3781275865253803246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3781275865253803246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3781275865253803246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-558505322258845670</id><published>2011-02-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:44:12.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Memories</title><content type='html'>The dark recess of your mind is a dangerous place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Never go within or you might end up like me!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you never forget, you just discard.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like it's not there, It's just that you cannot see!&lt;br /&gt;So forgive if you can for forget you just won't,&lt;br /&gt;You will only forget that you never forgot,&lt;br /&gt;Never remembering that you never forgot is the key!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-558505322258845670?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/558505322258845670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/558505322258845670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/558505322258845670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-memories.html' title='Lost Memories'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-641969002786100299</id><published>2011-02-01T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:35:40.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And what if?</title><content type='html'>And what if there is no fate,&lt;br /&gt;it is only the choices we make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if there is no God,&lt;br /&gt;each one working of their own accord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if there is no you and me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing of what I dreamed could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is only one go, no hit and trial?&lt;br /&gt;And just what if, God forbid, What if I am in denial?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-641969002786100299?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/641969002786100299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/641969002786100299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/641969002786100299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-what-if.html' title='And what if?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-236941458025622198</id><published>2011-02-01T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:31:07.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they working?</title><content type='html'>Them pills do work&lt;br /&gt;Them pills don't work&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really say&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I feel happy today!&lt;br /&gt;Is it them pills or is it the day?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the bright sun shining over my head?&lt;br /&gt;I am not really certain but perhaps&lt;br /&gt;I can say I am doing okay!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself writing after a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Am I finally awake?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so, I ain't sure&lt;br /&gt;but this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;I do feel happy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-236941458025622198?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/236941458025622198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-they-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/236941458025622198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/236941458025622198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-they-working.html' title='Are they working?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-155399493239791088</id><published>2011-02-01T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:15:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the real right?</title><content type='html'>My dearest anonymous faceless reader...my silent reader...my nonexistent reader... I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the REAL right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the 'right thing to do' or is it the 'right thing for me'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much confusion. Please help clear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IS the real right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-155399493239791088?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/155399493239791088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-real-right.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/155399493239791088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/155399493239791088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-real-right.html' title='What is the real right?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-7399576832683249529</id><published>2010-11-21T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:47:19.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Order out of Chaos...</title><content type='html'>You are left aligned, right aligned and centered, all together, &lt;br /&gt;creating such a chaos that you automatically justify!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-7399576832683249529?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-5505950590885325707</id><published>2010-11-21T23:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:50:51.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane View</title><content type='html'>You are asymmetric, you are raw.&lt;br /&gt;Theres such beauty in your rough edges.&lt;br /&gt;You are haphazard but you make so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;You make contrasts seem related.&lt;br /&gt;You merge colors without mixing.&lt;br /&gt;You create harmony out of complete imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;There is something so perfect about your imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Nature!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-5505950590885325707?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/5505950590885325707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/11/chaos-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5505950590885325707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5505950590885325707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/11/chaos-theory.html' title='Airplane View'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6511109623124878819</id><published>2010-10-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T06:34:21.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away To The Land Of Dreams...</title><content type='html'>I see you there with your arms outstretched&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning me to the land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the sky emits a milky hue&lt;br /&gt;With all shades of blue singing to you.&lt;br /&gt;Trees stand still with quivering leaves&lt;br /&gt;Glistening bright with drops of dew.&lt;br /&gt;The air is chilly but warms you within&lt;br /&gt;Without moving, dreamy fragrances it brings.&lt;br /&gt;You smell the woods where fantasies begin.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a firefly or did I just see tinker bell?&lt;br /&gt;With naked feet I step in the lake&lt;br /&gt;Which flows bright blue right between me and you.&lt;br /&gt;My feet touch pebbles cold, round and soft,&lt;br /&gt;Silk muslin water makes soft lapping sound,&lt;br /&gt;It's a song, to water, ultramarine fairies taught&lt;br /&gt;And now rings in our ears so clear and loud.&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gown and walk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your face glows bright in the milky hue.&lt;br /&gt;The world has slowed down just for us,&lt;br /&gt;I take your hand in the land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;And together we marvel at the nature’s treat&lt;br /&gt;While the world is covered with the blanket of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6511109623124878819?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6511109623124878819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-me-away-to-land-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6511109623124878819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6511109623124878819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-me-away-to-land-of-dreams.html' title='Take Me Away To The Land Of Dreams...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1067932111210324182</id><published>2010-10-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:32:01.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CWG - Khatron Ka Khiladi?</title><content type='html'>They are scared of the rains because water can cause floods, they are threatened by mosquitoes because mosquitoes spread dengue, they are worried about security, never know when you might be gunned down and now, they are scared of the sun because, perhaps, the Delhi heat might cause them a heat stroke! I wonder how we have survived here for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The Commonwealth Games, 2010 seem to be woe-stricken this year as each day brings a new problem! It’s like one of those saas-basu sitcoms where the family members face endless troubles throughout their lives (which are eternal of course, but that’s not what we are talking about here). Four countries that are threatening to pull out of the more-than-three-hours-long CWG opening ceremony, due to the discomfort of dilli ki garmi, are New Zealand, Scotland, Canada and Isle of Man.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to say one thing. When clean toilets and rooms without dogs dancing on athletes’ beds, is too much to ask off us, what do you think can be done about the weather, the nature, something that we have no control over? The most we could have done was to ‘green’ Delhi, which we did, as planned. And, we promise, the beautification will last at least for the 12 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Games just one day away, the queen’s baton has completed its lap in Delhi, after travelling all over the world in the last 11 months. Though her baton is here, Her Highness is not. After all, there is no Kohinoor in India anymore. What is left are politicians no one wants, corruption everyone despises, beggars people ignore, slums that drown in floods and garbage that is everywhere (Of course, for the Games, everything is being cleared off the streets, hidden from view of the tourists. We Indians love to sweep things under the rug, don’t we?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, things will go smoothly and Delhiites will be saved from further embarrassment. And, if something goes wrong we can always ‘hang’ Kalmadi, right? Didn’t he say so himself? “Hang me if I am proved guilty after the games”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1067932111210324182?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1067932111210324182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/10/cwg-khatron-ka-khiladi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1067932111210324182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1067932111210324182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/10/cwg-khatron-ka-khiladi.html' title='CWG - Khatron Ka Khiladi?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-5407562920539489823</id><published>2010-09-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:27:37.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>Because the world is round.... it turns me on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the wind is high.... it blows my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the sky is blue.... it makes me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-5407562920539489823?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/5407562920539489823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/09/because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5407562920539489823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5407562920539489823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/09/because.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3185083221501690425</id><published>2010-09-12T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:32:26.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Hai Dilli Meri Jaan!!</title><content type='html'>I am just beginning to understand how appearances can be deceptive and beauty is only skin deep. For how long do you think the ugliness residing within will be willing to stay just inside? In some way or another it is bound to show, perhaps by the will of the water Gods or maybe our politicians are enough for this? Why trouble the Gods, eh? The one to give me this knowledge and such great wisdom are the Common Wealth Games, 2010 that are taking place in none other than my very own dearest Delhi. How, you might ask? (Unless, of course, you already know, which I am sure is the case here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the new face of Delhi and I fail to relate to it. I liked you better my dear when I knew exactly where your pot holes and ditches were located. Now, everything is covered by a thick layer of such foundation that I don’t even come to know when I step upon one of those old ditches before walking off, oblivious. Obviously, a ‘few’ times when the rain Gods blessed us and your foundation came off is negligible, right? At least, for a few seconds, I saw the old you and it was such a treat to my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the new shiny Delhi, if I close my eyes most of the times while driving. The beautiful landscaping, the smooth roads, the shiny long cars and the bright night lights, all look so enchanting. I see the new sparkly metro, but only from a distance because the crowded platforms make me ill, the long new flyovers that I am not allowed to drive on (perhaps that’s because they are not ready yet?) and the revamped stadiums that I’ve only seen in pictures and I doubt I’ll ever get to see for real. Everything is brand new apart from the politicians of course, who are still the same. Sometimes I feel my eyes sting with all the brightness and the sheen. Oh wait, is that the sheen of Kalmadi’s sweaty face as he screams, “This is a conspiracy!”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only take relief in the fact that the clock will strike twelve sooner or later and you will have to return before the pumpkin turns back to a pumpkin. (As it is, the Prince is not even coming! Nor the Queen! Nor the British! Nor the Canadians! Anyway, moving on…) The foundation will all come off and you will become the Delhi that I always knew! Thank God for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3185083221501690425?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3185083221501690425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeh-hai-dilli-meri-jaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3185083221501690425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3185083221501690425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeh-hai-dilli-meri-jaan.html' title='Yeh Hai Dilli Meri Jaan!!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1705152552963419754</id><published>2010-07-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:51:18.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival of Departure</title><content type='html'>Death never comes silently. It screams and shouts and makes all the noise it can. It tells you that its there in whatever ways it can. Death is never quiet. It makes itself known to you. You can feel it whenever it’s around. It is a funny feeling. A chill that leaves you warm or warmth that leaves you cold? You feel it enter your house through the main door; you feel it pass you by. You can feel its presence around you, weighing down on you. The atmosphere feels all charged up. You can almost lift your hand up and feel the intensity in the air around you with your very fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you do not realize this till it has come and gone…taking someone along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one robber that always leaves its prints and when the theft is complete you recognize the signs you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with my family. My grandma lives with us too. Many years back my grandfather used to be the sixth member. He was taken gravely ill and he succumbed to cancer after two years of a brave struggle of the victim against the final victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember death. I saw it up close. The uneasiness was impossible to shrug off. It started the previous night. Something in me, either my heart or my mind, knew that something very bad was about to happen. It just did not know what. Departure of my grandfather was not even the last thing on my mind. It never struck me. But the beginning of the arrival of ‘it’ had begun and the departure was now due and in process. Nothing in this whole world could have halted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that, me and my family, we were not alone in the house. There were many around us, with us that night, Angels of death or Fairies of relief. Whatever they were and whoever they were, they were here to relieve my grandfather from life, from soul and from the unbearable pain that he was, indeed, bearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept without sleeping that night and dreamt without dreaming. I woke up the next morning with tears in my eyes and my heart racing. I felt a feeling that day that I cannot even put into words. Does such a feeling even exist? Is there a word for it? A feeling of witnessing something, terrible or good, without the slightest idea or recollection of it. As if my soul knew but not my mind. As if only my soul controlled me and not my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father entered my room as I lay there with open eyes. My troubled eyes. He said, “Good Morning” and I said,”Where is he?” &lt;br /&gt;First he told me that he is sleeping in his room and when I asked to be taken to him he told me that he had left. Left this world and us behind. Tears sprout out and my heart almost sprung out of its cage and I realized that I had known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death had come and gone…taking him along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1705152552963419754?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1705152552963419754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/arrival-of-departure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1705152552963419754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1705152552963419754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/arrival-of-departure.html' title='The Arrival of Departure'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3366763107711022731</id><published>2010-07-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:35:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Your Slave Instead!</title><content type='html'>O thin fine line of bright blue ink,&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to flow as I think,&lt;br /&gt;Why ever ye not follow my command,&lt;br /&gt;for this I must ye reprimand.&lt;br /&gt;I try to move you up and back,&lt;br /&gt;you disobey, you go this way and that.&lt;br /&gt;When I do decide to cap your vessel,&lt;br /&gt;you, invariably, begin to rebel.&lt;br /&gt;What shall I ever do with you,&lt;br /&gt;always have your way with me, you ink blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3366763107711022731?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3366763107711022731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-your-slave-instead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3366763107711022731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3366763107711022731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-your-slave-instead.html' title='I am Your Slave Instead!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-5244179215269939580</id><published>2010-07-27T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:51:52.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ever Moving Train</title><content type='html'>Train moves forward blowing smoke in the air,&lt;br /&gt;does not stop to notice passing beauty anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;crystal streams, pure and tender green,&lt;br /&gt;bright Van Gogh red, grey clouds overhead.&lt;br /&gt;All that and more it forever leaves behind,&lt;br /&gt;I look out the window and see it all disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-5244179215269939580?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/5244179215269939580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-moving-traing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5244179215269939580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5244179215269939580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-moving-traing.html' title='The Ever Moving Train'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6820061040326257093</id><published>2010-07-27T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:36:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question It</title><content type='html'>An awesome mountain looking dark over the sea,&lt;br /&gt;even the endless water seems less comparatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it, why is it, I simply know not,&lt;br /&gt;I kneel, I pray for I am scared of its wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godly or Evil, in reverence they stand,&lt;br /&gt;I do the same for conformity they demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a man, little and skinny,&lt;br /&gt;with a voice that bellowed against all tyranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was different, he refused to bow and comply,&lt;br /&gt;Not God, not Devil, his own brothers did him destroy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6820061040326257093?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6820061040326257093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/question-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6820061040326257093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6820061040326257093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/question-it.html' title='Question It'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-2326806520146679514</id><published>2010-07-27T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:51:35.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>This that which I give to you remains yours forever,&lt;br /&gt;do what you may, do as you please.&lt;br /&gt;Adorn it with petals red and gold together,&lt;br /&gt;or banish it to your dungeon and lay eyes on it never!&lt;br /&gt;The decision is now yours, my strongest, my most clever,&lt;br /&gt;Made today is the very path for tomorrow, dearest lover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-2326806520146679514?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/2326806520146679514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-title_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2326806520146679514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2326806520146679514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-title_27.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1689133881950897716</id><published>2010-07-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:33:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Evening</title><content type='html'>Perhaps you did not look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;never quite fully understood,&lt;br /&gt;the day you met me under the darkened skies,&lt;br /&gt;full of dreams and promises you stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For had you looked in deep and long,&lt;br /&gt;heard the song they sang for you,&lt;br /&gt;though entranced by feelings strong,&lt;br /&gt;you would have looked for a conquest new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1689133881950897716?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1689133881950897716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1689133881950897716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1689133881950897716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-evening.html' title='That Evening'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-732280686326007271</id><published>2010-07-21T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:08:01.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>That Golden chain around your neck,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and tight,&lt;br /&gt;A thread, you think, binds you to Him,&lt;br /&gt;shackle in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-732280686326007271?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6301902654466734538</id><published>2010-07-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:26:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>Its not that I did not know pain,&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I did not know tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When'er I'd fall and scrape my knee,&lt;br /&gt;And the pain was just too much to bear,&lt;br /&gt;There were two arms that held me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Blew air on my gash till his mouth went dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was scared and tasted salt,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of whats there and what is not,&lt;br /&gt;There were two lips that sang to me,&lt;br /&gt;Taking away all my insecurities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain now is much too strong,&lt;br /&gt;The tears are bitter and very warm,&lt;br /&gt;No two hands and lips in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Can banish misery and console my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I did not know pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just never such that would drive me insane,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you I know so now,&lt;br /&gt;for this, in front of you, gratefully I bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6301902654466734538?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6301902654466734538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6301902654466734538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6301902654466734538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-2390267392056214832</id><published>2010-07-11T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:19:52.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminism</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I were a man,&lt;br /&gt;I’d be tough, I’d be strong,&lt;br /&gt;And best of all,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing I’d ever go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I stand here a woman, &lt;br /&gt;I am delicate, I am fragile, so very she&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;They just never let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is supposed to be superior,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! In, God knows, what all ways,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ‘cause he can beat me&lt;br /&gt;in arm-wrestling, fist-fighting games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am quite inferior,&lt;br /&gt;For I have subtle techniques,&lt;br /&gt;Play of eyes, a pretty smile, &lt;br /&gt;A mouth that, like razor, speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only needs to open his mouth,&lt;br /&gt;And his voice is always heard,&lt;br /&gt;He is tough, he is big and,&lt;br /&gt;By animal or nature, he is always feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mine is soft and husky,&lt;br /&gt;Often goes unheard but hey, be forewarned,&lt;br /&gt;Like it is said ever so often, &lt;br /&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear frills and I like heels,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! He wears pants but so can I,&lt;br /&gt;He may be topping the charts,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I, too, am soaring quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, he brings home dough,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, so do I,&lt;br /&gt;I can sew, I can knit,&lt;br /&gt;I bring new life and make delicious pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize we are poles north and south, &lt;br /&gt;If he is the Super Man, I am no less than a bird,&lt;br /&gt;But know this too our paths will forever be together,&lt;br /&gt;And, having said all that, I take back my first few words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-2390267392056214832?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/2390267392056214832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/feminism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2390267392056214832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2390267392056214832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/07/feminism.html' title='Feminism'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6685301104007245277</id><published>2010-04-26T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:02:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Nothing More</title><content type='html'>With sand between my toes, I walk&lt;br /&gt;Water, for miles and miles, I see not&lt;br /&gt;For this is an endless stretch of brown&lt;br /&gt;With only one thing in sight and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth of a tunnel endless, I see&lt;br /&gt;Lying open, waiting for little me&lt;br /&gt;Icicle teeth right in the Sahara&lt;br /&gt;Ready to devour my faith and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind is strong, I am swept away&lt;br /&gt;Awaits the tunnel, awaits its prey&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold on to so in I go&lt;br /&gt;Victor consumes my existence and nothing more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6685301104007245277?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6685301104007245277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-nothing-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6685301104007245277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6685301104007245277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-nothing-more.html' title='And Nothing More'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6260184543517598042</id><published>2010-03-29T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:56:01.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication...</title><content type='html'>Love like ours is tough to find,&lt;br /&gt;To let it go would surely be a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good did ever conditional love do,&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally is how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn Christian I'll turn Jew,&lt;br /&gt;I'll become whatever you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your promise till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever to make you mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6260184543517598042?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6260184543517598042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/03/dedication.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6260184543517598042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6260184543517598042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/03/dedication.html' title='Dedication...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1562516743044615763</id><published>2010-03-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:48:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I wish to live a hundred years,&lt;br /&gt;I wish all my fears would disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see the most enchanting sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to climb the Mount Everest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to taste the finest wine,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to smell the winter Sugar Pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to grow old with you,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I wish my wishes never come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1562516743044615763?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1562516743044615763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1562516743044615763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1562516743044615763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-5776168811608854296</id><published>2009-12-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:29:38.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogey Boogey Man!!</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;I’d see strange things at night,&lt;br /&gt;Real those things were not,&lt;br /&gt;Stories others never bought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d see people hiding,&lt;br /&gt;Behind curtains in our room,&lt;br /&gt;Scared, I’d point them out,&lt;br /&gt;But never would I scream or shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I’d go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I’d turn off each and every light,&lt;br /&gt;In light I was afraid to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what I just might see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night as we all slept,&lt;br /&gt;I saw something that made me sweat,&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to my mumma and said,&lt;br /&gt;“I see a man sitting on our bed”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark but I still saw,&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering, scared for my life,&lt;br /&gt;Mumma, she hugged me, hugged me tight,&lt;br /&gt;“Hold on to me, just shut your eyes”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I was twelve,&lt;br /&gt;Next to my papa that night I slept,&lt;br /&gt;As always, it was pitch dark,&lt;br /&gt;The night was silent and stark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;To find something horrible and terrifying,&lt;br /&gt;Someone was peeping through the door,&lt;br /&gt;A person, completely white from head to toe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a very young boy,&lt;br /&gt;Featureless young little thing,&lt;br /&gt;Radiating milky flawless moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Heading towards me ever so slight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;He somehow knew I saw him too,&lt;br /&gt;He would be beside me standing,&lt;br /&gt;He’d run back out, from me he’d be hiding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth clammed shut I woke my dad,&lt;br /&gt;He got up to calm me down,&lt;br /&gt;Left the lights on, that night, for me,&lt;br /&gt;That night, or many after, I did not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that night on things changed for me,&lt;br /&gt;Come darkness and I’d start worrying,&lt;br /&gt;When I’d go to bed each night,&lt;br /&gt;I would never turn off all the lights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, things mellowed down,&lt;br /&gt;With my sister that night I slept,&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly dark in our room,&lt;br /&gt;Fear forgotten I slept peacefully too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly woke up, sounds I heard,&lt;br /&gt;With someone surely bending over my face!&lt;br /&gt;My sister’s hand I held for I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;Silhouettes I saw and silently I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Incomplete ---&gt; to be continued…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-5776168811608854296?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/5776168811608854296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/12/boogey-boogey-man.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5776168811608854296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5776168811608854296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/12/boogey-boogey-man.html' title='Boogey Boogey Man!!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1849778485085638787</id><published>2009-11-16T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:07:35.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Temple of Learning</title><content type='html'>Shimmering light,&lt;br /&gt;Hope at its height,&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing rays,&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;Bricks orange and brown,&lt;br /&gt;Experience is their crown,&lt;br /&gt;Strong wooden door,&lt;br /&gt;Boundless wisdom in store,&lt;br /&gt;Cushions overused,&lt;br /&gt;In days gone by abused,&lt;br /&gt;Tiles old and stained,&lt;br /&gt;For footsteps on them rained,&lt;br /&gt;Big green ageless trees,&lt;br /&gt;Look upon us knowingly,&lt;br /&gt;Look upon with knowing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;at me and these friends of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1849778485085638787?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1849778485085638787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/11/temple-of-learning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1849778485085638787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry... I am hungover&lt;br /&gt;I am also short on my attendance... sighh&lt;br /&gt;I have a thesis that I should be, ideally, working on right now&lt;br /&gt;I am dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy... very very lazy... NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;On top of ALL that... &lt;br /&gt;this writer's block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-8018272666962444748?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/8018272666962444748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/10/blank.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8018272666962444748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8018272666962444748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/10/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-169926840717093952</id><published>2009-09-07T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:54:15.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious :)</title><content type='html'>Its like a throbbing piece of me,&lt;br /&gt;kept outside of me,&lt;br /&gt;An organ on display,&lt;br /&gt;I worry each day,&lt;br /&gt;More important than my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious part,&lt;br /&gt;Like a dew drop on my palm&lt;br /&gt;Should come to no harm,&lt;br /&gt;Take my spirit, you may&lt;br /&gt;But not a finger on it you lay,&lt;br /&gt;My biggest weakness ever&lt;br /&gt;Giving me strength, somehow, forever,&lt;br /&gt;In darkness, light itself it will be,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking about my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-169926840717093952?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/169926840717093952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-precious.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/169926840717093952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/169926840717093952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-precious.html' title='My Precious :)'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1689862540748525986</id><published>2009-08-26T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:41:53.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons</title><content type='html'>The demons inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;Come haunt me in my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;My mother's tears- &lt;br /&gt;Her thick tears of blood,&lt;br /&gt;Her painful scream-&lt;br /&gt;A soundless appeal,&lt;br /&gt;Butchers' knife- &lt;br /&gt;Tearing sounds of flesh, I hear,&lt;br /&gt;I walk on a thin tight rope,&lt;br /&gt;Under me a pitless bottom of fear,&lt;br /&gt;I cross the road,&lt;br /&gt;An eighteen wheeler runs me over,&lt;br /&gt;I twist, I turn and&lt;br /&gt;A searing pain I feel,&lt;br /&gt;It burns, it burns and why,&lt;br /&gt;Oh why does it never heal,&lt;br /&gt;Next I am trapped&lt;br /&gt;In a room without a door-&lt;br /&gt;Its marbel, its black,&lt;br /&gt;I am the prisoner of the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Unknown is dark, noones here,&lt;br /&gt;Unknown is evil darkness's lair&lt;br /&gt;I am running so hard but&lt;br /&gt;My chasers always faster,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I die&lt;br /&gt;'cause of my very own insane laughter,&lt;br /&gt;I yell for help, I choke,&lt;br /&gt;I am a mute, I have no voice, &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I find myself in an endless maze,&lt;br /&gt;Walls keep closing in on me,&lt;br /&gt;No way I can escape,&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling is so low, my knees-&lt;br /&gt;Sore from crouching endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;There are no exists, only turns,&lt;br /&gt;Turns which, to nowhere, lead,&lt;br /&gt;An Ocean, a blue ocean deep,&lt;br /&gt;Tormented waters take me,&lt;br /&gt;I scream for help,&lt;br /&gt;I scream, "Papa!", &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are worried, questioning me,&lt;br /&gt;He wipes the tears off my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;He holds me tight, comfortingly,&lt;br /&gt;Its late at night and,&lt;br /&gt;I softly speak,&lt;br /&gt;"The demons inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Come haunt me in my sleep"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1689862540748525986?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1689862540748525986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/demons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1689862540748525986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1689862540748525986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/demons.html' title='Demons'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-2723508232301065508</id><published>2009-08-19T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:17:38.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Inside of Me</title><content type='html'>A room, a dark awesome room,&lt;br /&gt;Memories in store, beautiful memories,&lt;br /&gt;Marred forever by claws of fear,&lt;br /&gt;Incessant echo of screams,&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off the grimy walls,&lt;br /&gt;Shrieks of pain, shouts for help,&lt;br /&gt;Go unanswered again and again,&lt;br /&gt;A room, a room without doors,&lt;br /&gt;Moisture creeps in through the walls&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in more dread along,&lt;br /&gt;Stagnant water, thick as blood,&lt;br /&gt;Smells like poison, tastes morbid,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams lie broken, shards of glass,&lt;br /&gt;Mist of doubt thickens each hour,&lt;br /&gt;A room, a room without windows,&lt;br /&gt;Life outside moves at it pace,&lt;br /&gt;Remains within just rot away,&lt;br /&gt;Rotting till they helpless lie,&lt;br /&gt;Time just simply passes by till,&lt;br /&gt;Webs of gloom, in corners, knit&lt;br /&gt;And spirits residing give up and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-2723508232301065508?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/2723508232301065508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/somewhere-inside-of-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2723508232301065508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2723508232301065508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/somewhere-inside-of-me.html' title='Somewhere Inside of Me'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-5735651283118684763</id><published>2009-08-17T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:40:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He and I</title><content type='html'>Today is my wedding day, I look lovely they say,&lt;br /&gt;I am with my man, to-be husband,&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found my soul-mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scan the sea of happy faces,&lt;br /&gt;he is there, the only one I want to see,&lt;br /&gt;the only face with mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to see him now,&lt;br /&gt;I turn back to the one I stand beside,&lt;br /&gt;to no avail, the seed of doubt is buried deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he treat me better than that man I see,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I was the apple of his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I undo what is done, its writ in stone,&lt;br /&gt;how can I ever decide, how can I&lt;br /&gt;ever choose one out of the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot him with a quick glance,&lt;br /&gt;yes, I see tears shimmering in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see in his eyes a million brilliant gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart reaches out to him, we could'nt&lt;br /&gt;have been together forever, it was'nt&lt;br /&gt;meant to be, I had to someday leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around the sacred pyre, he&lt;br /&gt;sits there with a pasted smile,&lt;br /&gt;he looks at me then my soon-to-be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read his mind, I just know what&lt;br /&gt;he is thinking, "I'll kill you if I&lt;br /&gt;ever hear her cry, know, I'll forever be her knight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony over, now I am a wife,&lt;br /&gt;it is time for me to say my final goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I walk to him, he hugs me tight&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy I'll always remain your little girl,&lt;br /&gt;don't cry, you'll always be &lt;br /&gt;my first love till the end of time"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-5735651283118684763?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/5735651283118684763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5735651283118684763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/5735651283118684763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-and-i.html' title='He and I'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6808328581652248512</id><published>2009-08-15T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:47:46.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbelievable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sherlock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Mystery Of All Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoalvOoDbgI/AAAAAAAAACo/RfaWWeULdM0/s1600-h/Sherlock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoalvOoDbgI/AAAAAAAAACo/RfaWWeULdM0/s320/Sherlock.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370161836484423170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we (M,N my roomie-L and I) cooked rice (cooker1) and daal (cooker2). We ate, we hogged, we laughed, we bitched, we gossiped, we laughed, we cracked jokes, we ate, we laughed. After all this (routine activity) we cleared the food and took both the cookers to our house to wash. I headed to the loo ( you know after eating and laughing that much...food is like as good as digested) and I noticed L washing cooker1 while cooker2 sat nicely (daal sticking all around it n all) on the kitchen slab. I went in, came out. Didn't look at the slab. Went to our room (yes we share it). Threw myself on my bed (my favourite part), lifted my laptop, placed it on my lap (thats where its meant to be anyway) and happily went back to my online world...the world of html...back to my fellow netizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember anyone coming over, anyone of us going out of the house, our door being left open. Everything was normal. L and I were both online (ahem...cough...ahem). At around 3 in the morning we started gossiping and bitching and we were probably done by 4.30 after which L went off to sleep while I was back to being a netizen. At 5 I got off my bed to put my laptop away, out in the hall I noticed that our door was only bolted (we always lock it with the key from inside). So what, big deal. Lets go to sleep I thought. I slept off. Morning...early morning (I know 5 is early morning too but I meant like 7-7.30ish) I got up to go to the loo again (yes I know) and on my way I noticed the kitchen slab (my favourite spot it would seem). Cooker2 was still sitting on the slab without complaining but....BUT cooker1 was not there. So what, big deal, maybe L gave it back to M...maybe M took it away last night. I came back, climbed back on my bed, slept. A couple of hours later someone rang our bell. It was our irritating, forever laughing that silly laugh of hers, maid. L opened the door for her. Apparantly we had left our key in the keyhole outside. We took it back, kept it away, slept. Finally got up at 1 p.m. feeling hungry. L decided to cook rice (M and N were away, gone back home for the weekend). For that we needed cooker1...so where exactly was cooker1!? L checked our whole house and then M's whole house but no sign of cooker1!! I decided to be Sherlock but to no avail. Absolutely no trace of poor cooker!! Called M, she had no clue about it either, it MUST be at our place only, HAS to be, where COULD it go ANYWAY. Like, no one will want to steal a rice cooker for heaven's sake! Atleast not just a part of it! Yes that is what was missing. A PART of the cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have exhausted all theories from maid to supernatural! It is quite puzzling and disturbing. Any suggestions? (and no, cooker2 will never kidnap cooker1...its too nice and just satisfied, content sitting on the slab)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6808328581652248512?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6808328581652248512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/greatest-mystery-of-all-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6808328581652248512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6808328581652248512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/greatest-mystery-of-all-times.html' title='The Greatest Mystery Of All Times!'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoalvOoDbgI/AAAAAAAAACo/RfaWWeULdM0/s72-c/Sherlock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-614308448704498362</id><published>2009-08-14T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:37:29.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Close My Eyes Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoaP3GnCQGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4K9zIdGZQk/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoaP3GnCQGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4K9zIdGZQk/s400/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370137782515810402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood oozes out, drains me dry,&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;stabs of pain, that make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Clench unclench my wrist, I do,&lt;br /&gt;do you see it,&lt;br /&gt;marks that my digging nails drew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie on my bed, bleeding away,&lt;br /&gt;can you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;once, before forever still I lay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wriggle my toes, I can still feel,&lt;br /&gt;do you care,&lt;br /&gt;if whether I can or cannot heal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed is stained, its a deep blood red,&lt;br /&gt;will you miss me,&lt;br /&gt;when I am a memory, I am gone, when I am dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood, now, drips off my sheet,&lt;br /&gt;can you help me,&lt;br /&gt;before I give up, before I am beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must live like this till I die,&lt;br /&gt;can't you stop this,&lt;br /&gt;this pain, just till my final goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel, I hear my bones crack,&lt;br /&gt;do you hear it,&lt;br /&gt;my veins, they tear, they snap and whack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't help me, can't make it stop,&lt;br /&gt;and I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;tears in your eyes, like a million raindrops,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it,&lt;br /&gt;your pain, your heart breaking, and&lt;br /&gt;I know- you hear, you see, you care, you feel,&lt;br /&gt;you'll miss, you'll cry, you'll hold me even after I die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there next to me, holding my hand, right by my side,&lt;br /&gt;and I know, my sweet love,&lt;br /&gt;that this is the last thing I see, you only you, my last sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-614308448704498362?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/614308448704498362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-i-close-my-eyes-forever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/614308448704498362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/614308448704498362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-i-close-my-eyes-forever.html' title='Before I Close My Eyes Forever...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoaP3GnCQGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4K9zIdGZQk/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-8994257287772570984</id><published>2009-08-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:54:04.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and Joy</title><content type='html'>A thing of beauty is a joy forever, says Keats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;br /&gt;That which gives you joy is beautiful forever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-8994257287772570984?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/8994257287772570984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/beauty-and-joy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8994257287772570984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/8994257287772570984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/beauty-and-joy.html' title='Beauty and Joy'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-4673764804629954917</id><published>2009-08-12T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:13:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deep Dark Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoamTVJIKEI/AAAAAAAAACw/K5Oq-X4ckTQ/s1600-h/scary+forest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoamTVJIKEI/AAAAAAAAACw/K5Oq-X4ckTQ/s400/scary+forest+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370162456709048386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a forest, dark forest, on my own,&lt;br /&gt;in awe, unprepared, unaware, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods called me in, beckoned, invited me,&lt;br /&gt;they looked attractive and cozy, very green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left behind all of my worldly ties,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing one day I'd regret all those byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when I lay down on a bed of cane,&lt;br /&gt;I heard terrible cries, howls of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed all the people I'd left behind,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I felt I was mad, losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day things got worse from bad,&lt;br /&gt;I was hasty, thoughtless and it made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pieces my little heart broke day by day,&lt;br /&gt;once decided, 'twas done, no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I would just die, just perish,&lt;br /&gt;rid of this life which was now nightmarish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I had given up all faith, all hope,&lt;br /&gt;they came and together they threw me a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were two sisters, my rope for me,&lt;br /&gt;my own messiah, two angels I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me my strength, helped me survive,&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in days I felt I was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew so dependent, I could not be away,&lt;br /&gt;existence without them, unimaginable even for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence restored, I knew life would be fine,&lt;br /&gt;but when they would leave, I was sure , I would pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave they sure did one day, left me alone,&lt;br /&gt;Again it was dark, there was gloom and no home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark woods got darker, the forest, a jail,&lt;br /&gt;the prisoner was I, I would weep and I'd wail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who'd ever hear my cries, my tender heart breaking,&lt;br /&gt;'cept my ma, somewhere, whose heart, too, was aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later now I sit down to recall,&lt;br /&gt;memorys afresh of bygone years one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me not how I managed escaping,&lt;br /&gt;a never healing wound that is forever gaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-4673764804629954917?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/4673764804629954917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-dark-forest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4673764804629954917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4673764804629954917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-dark-forest.html' title='The Deep Dark Forest'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SoamTVJIKEI/AAAAAAAAACw/K5Oq-X4ckTQ/s72-c/scary+forest+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-2917565725041289106</id><published>2009-08-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:17:16.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey To the Past</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up hearing the cuckoo's call. It was 7:30 in the morning. It had probably rained the previous night because the weather outside was simply amazing. The sky was a gorgeous light blue with white clouds scattered here and there. The view from my window is of an ocean of trees, like a mini forest with tall, green trees and the window is right next to my bed. The leaves on the trees looked fresh and dewey (if thats a word!). The clouds were glowing because of the early morning sun and i craned my neck to see if I could catch a glimpse of it but unfortunately my side of the room is not East :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning took me to another day, another place...almost like another era...a different time altogether. It reminded me of all those beautiful mornings my mother would forcibly pull me out of the bed and take me for walk-jog routine. The first day was torture...no, actually, every day was torture because even now i hate to get up early in the morning. This morning I realised the importance of those mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe, as well as i can, the picture that comes to my mind whenever I think about those walks and jogs. I see a small town. The kind of town you would call 'charming'. The kind of town where everyone, just EVERYONE, knows eachother. It has beautiful, cute little cottages with backyards and kitchen gardens, with creepers growing and 'creeping' all over, with bamboo swings, with colourful walls, with small short gates, with low boundary walls so you can just stand there and chit-chat with your neighbour, with three-sided gardens full of different, unusual pretty flowers. The town has nice clean roads flanked with small gardens and narrow roads branching out to various cottages. The kind of town where you see kids of different age groups pedalling away on their cycles, elderly people taking walks while their younger counterparts either walking briskly or jogging. I see myself in that town. I cycle and I jog and I walk. The other two only because my mother forces me to :D but I, basically, love to cycle. I remember walking with my mother by my side and marvelling at the size of the sun. I swear to you, in my memory, it is as big as a huge sunflower held close to your eyes with the sky in the backdrop as compared to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bindi&lt;/span&gt; sized sun we usually see (and i mean small &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bindis&lt;/span&gt; ofcourse!). It is red and orange in the picture and sort of emanating cooling, calming rays. The trees around me are bright green and 'dewey' ofcourse. And guess what I hear? The cuckoo calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the picture in my mind looks like. This morning took me on a long journey. A journey of the days gone by, a journey down the memory lane, a journey of the time that can never come back, a journey to the past...sighh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-2917565725041289106?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/2917565725041289106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/journey-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2917565725041289106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/2917565725041289106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/08/journey-of-past.html' title='A Journey To the Past'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1057985535122369756</id><published>2009-07-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:14:09.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedal rickshaws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Not a penny more...but what about a penny less?</title><content type='html'>I felt really bad today. In fact quite angry with myself! As usual i was getting kind of late for work and i couldnt find an auto-rick(as usual again). So, today i decided to take a pedal-rick but only till i found an auto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how they always do, the rick driver charged me extra and i pointed this out to him. Now, what i had not expected was that he would blow his top off and start yelling. I told him i am ready to pay a little extra but not what he asked for. The man had so much ego that for Rs.3 he refused to take money from me and told me to leave, which i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i was half-way to work i realised, if i was not ready to pay three rupees extra why should he be ready to take Rs. 3 less? After all doesn't he need it more than i do? I told myself that the only reason i stuck to my point was because i was right, which i was. Its all about right and wrong isn't it? If he had asked me for a fair amount i would have willingly paid it to him. Money is never an issue with me. 'Give it to the ones who need it more than you do...' But he was wrong...!! Wasn't he, i asked myself. Even if he was being unfair, i could have been the bigger person? But i didnt even try. The same extra money i readily pay to autos because 'hell they always charge extra, dont they! There meters never work!!' but what about this man who was pedaling with weight on his back in the sweltering heat of Delhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated is worth more, a lot more than simple these days. Electrical power is worth more than muscular power. How is it that we pay more to a man who just sits there while a lot less to a person who sweats and works extremely hard (not taking technology into consideration here!). Of course, a labourer earns peanuts as compared to a manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these questions are probably just B.S. These are the questions i was asking myself earlier today so just decided to scribble them down here. All day i couldn't stop thinking about it. Why didn't I just pay him! Even though its probably a small thing, i shall always regret it. Sighhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1057985535122369756?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1057985535122369756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-penny-morebut-what-about-penny-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1057985535122369756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1057985535122369756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-penny-morebut-what-about-penny-less.html' title='Not a penny more...but what about a penny less?'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-3335073636993320158</id><published>2009-05-16T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:16:01.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could see you,&lt;br /&gt;you'd give me my strength.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could hear you,&lt;br /&gt;'cos I feel so bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life is tough and,&lt;br /&gt;that you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;Right now patch is rough,&lt;br /&gt;and I do need your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come back home,&lt;br /&gt;I will try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when your're around,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I write this poem,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to think.&lt;br /&gt;Of all of the tears,&lt;br /&gt;that I need to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get there and,&lt;br /&gt;be with you again.&lt;br /&gt;I have miles to cover,&lt;br /&gt;of ditches and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do hold on tight,&lt;br /&gt;and the same i shall do.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I need to fight,&lt;br /&gt;'Fore I come back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-3335073636993320158?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/3335073636993320158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/05/promise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3335073636993320158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/3335073636993320158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/05/promise.html' title='A Promise...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-1939119266270664874</id><published>2009-04-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:41:49.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunsigns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elements'/><title type='text'>Stars know it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfS4yeNOPlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kstPPfF4mQ8/s1600-h/the_sun_and_sun_signs_pe79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfS4yeNOPlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kstPPfF4mQ8/s320/the_sun_and_sun_signs_pe79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329087436327632466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often believed that stars know it all. Many people swear by sun signs and moon signs. Astrology is, in fact, a field of study that is becoming quite popular these days. There are astrologists, psychics, palmists, numerologists etc. who help and guide people find their real paths in life. One aspect of astrology is the element of a sun sign. These elements are the natural elements namely fire, earth, air and water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;. The element of fire is associated with the sun signs Aries, Leo and Sagittarius. As the name suggests, this element makes people born under this scene a fiery lot. These signs, thanks to the element of fire, are known to be quite enthusiastic. This element is also linked with creativity. Those born under this element tend to be creative and unique. Fire also symbolizes courage and a lively spirit. These signs are generally self-sufficient and spontaneous. They are also quite good at the game of love! They can also be an inspiration to others as they have solid morals and are quite religious, sometimes even philosophical. On the negative side, at times they can be quite egoistical, bossy and selfish due to the ‘fire’ in them. They might also be short-tempered which maybe blamed on their fiery nature. Aries is symbolized by the Ram. This sign is quite bold and impatient and an absolute leader. Leo is symbolized by the Lion. They are famous for being quite dramatic and stubborn. They are the creative ones and can make good actors.&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius, on the other hand, is symbolized by the Archer. They are the philosophers of the Zodiac and love to travel to find answers and solve the mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, they are quite fun to be with but one has to be careful when they get too hot to touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;. This element is associated with the signs Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn. These are a grounded lot with their feet planted firmly on the ground. These people are supposed to be quite practical and dependable. They do not like risks much and prefer surety in life. Earth symbolizes solidity and that is exactly what these signs do. They represent all that is solid around us. They like worldly possessions which, in turn, might make them greedy and materialistic. They are also quite conservative and cautious. They are also logical and critical in their approach. Sometimes they tend to get so caught up in their own goals that they end up overlooking the feelings of people around them. Taurus is symbolized by the Bull. They can be stubborn but also dependable. They are the sensualists and expect nothing but the best. Virgo is symbolized by the Virgin. They are known to be quite practical and critical and are quite the perfectionists. Capricorn, on the other hand, is the Goat. They are quite determined by nature. They are very career oriented and are exceedingly ambitious but a little conservative.&lt;br /&gt;The signs falling under this element are dependable but though they have their feet firm on the ground, they still aim quite high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Air&lt;/span&gt;. The element of air is linked with the signs Gemini, Libra and Aquarius. They are the intellectuals of the Zodiac. They think smart and fast. In fact, they sometimes tend to think too much as they love to analyze and probe in depth. These people are ever so curious and can perceive quite well. Their communication skills are usually very good. Air symbolizes balance so the signs falling under this element are likely to be quite level headed and balanced in their approach. They are quite the idealists and usually hold no prejudices. They are fair, co-operative and clever and they know exactly what empathy stands for. Gemini is symbolized by the Twins. Due to this they are often pulled in two directions and find it difficult to make a decision. They love a friendly debate and are excessively intelligent. Librans are the Scales. They absolutely detest imbalance and they love to be in love. Aquarius is the Water Bearer. They have a number of friends and are quite the rebels. They have the gift of stepping into another’s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Air can be hot and cold so they can be like the cool breeze or the howling wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;. This element represents the signs Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces. The words calm and peace come to mind when thinking of these signs. They are an understanding lot and what others feel matters a lot to them. Water signs are known for their intuitive powers. Like how water is necessary for a seed to germinate, these signs too have nurturing traits. This element symbolizes compassion and sensitivity. The signs under this element are just made for giving and helping other people. Unless they are doing just that, they become like the stagnant, still water. They have a penchant for aesthetic beauty and are quite the dreamers. On the flipside, they tend to brood. They can set off to their own fantasy world and have terrible mood swings. Cancer is the Crab. They are the family lovers and can draw back into their protective shell if things get too intense around them. Scorpio is symbolized by the Scorpion. They are intense and crave for emotional intimacy. They are known to be mysterious and do not have a very forgiving soul. Pisceans are the Fish. They are known to believe in their own instincts more than logic.&lt;br /&gt;They are quite laid back and love to day dream.&lt;br /&gt;This element makes these signs emotional, receptive and psychic. But at times, they can be both-like the calm ocean or the raging sea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural elements help us know and understand a sun sign better. Each sun-sign has its own unique traits and the elements contribute a lot to these traits. Who knows how much a star can tell. There are both, believers and non-believers. It is up to you to make your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-1939119266270664874?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/1939119266270664874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/stars-know-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1939119266270664874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/1939119266270664874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/stars-know-it-all.html' title='Stars know it all...'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfS4yeNOPlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kstPPfF4mQ8/s72-c/the_sun_and_sun_signs_pe79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-6765645415342982409</id><published>2009-04-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:38:49.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation'/><title type='text'>Musings and Queues</title><content type='html'>It was a usual busy Tuesday outside the TC SBI ATM at 4 pm. There was a long queue outside the ATM so she decided to study the people around her. She was wearing a plain blue kurta with blue denims and a pair of chappals. The street was full of students. Some of them were strolling, some were just standing in a group chatting and laughing loudly, some were rushing to some place they had to be, and some were talking on their cell phones. A few localites could be seen walking by while some were standing outside shops and eating joints yawning or stretching. There was a group of local men near the paan shop, chatting with the paan shop owner. It was all usual activity. The street was full of normal street sounds of running autos, cars, buses, people talking, shouting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she saw a man sitting on a couple of stairs right next to the ATM. He seemed to be a localite. He must have been in his mid 30s. He was wearing a slightly dirty off-white shirt and a pair of grey trousers. His shirt was not tucked in and his socks could be seen which were brown in colour. She noticed his shoes, they were black formal shoes covered in dust. It looked like he had not shaved since the last couple of days. He was simply sitting there looking around with his hands resting on his legs. His face was expressionless. Suddenly he seemed a little surprised and felt his breast pocket for something and fished out a cell phone. His surprise turned into a slight confusion. He put the phone to his ear but did not say anything. After a couple of seconds he dialed something on his phone and put it back to his ear and suddenly broke into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were about four people in front of her in the queue. She looked around to find a new subject. She turned and saw a boy and a girl standing right outside Dollops. The girl was wearing a white knee-length skirt and a pink top. She had long curly hair. The boy was clad in a pair of blue denims and a grey tee. They seemed to be having a very serious heated discussion. What they were saying could not be heard but their expressions spoke volumes. The girl was questioning him with her eyebrows raised and was moving her hands around in the air as if trying to explain her point. The boy kept running his hand through his hair and kept trying to speak but she didn’t let him. He had an expression of defeat and it seemed like nothing he could say would ever change anything. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shook her as if to calm her down. She did stop for a second and then suddenly turned and left, leaving him behind with his hands still in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were two people in front of her in the queue. She bit her lip and waited impatiently for her turn to come. She saw a group of giggling young girls pass by and she caught a few words of what they were talking about. She heard words like ‘party tonight’, ‘he is going to be there’. She smiled to herself at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she was inside the ATM, she turned to see a long queue waiting behind her and a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. She slid her card in, typed in her password and thought that her work was almost done but suddenly the machine said that it was unable to process the request at the moment and she looked heavenwards with a frustrated look on her face and clenched fists. She walked out with irritation written all over her face. The girl standing right behind her asked her if the machine was not working and she replied,’ is it ever!?’ and walked past without another glance at the ATM. She looked left and right and crossed the street to where the auto-stand was situated and hired an auto to take her to another ATM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got off in front of the KC SBI ATM and again stood in a queue of eight people ahead of her. On her left was the basketball court where five boys were throwing baskets. They were all wearing the sports gear. They all seemed to be teenagers. On her right was the caretaker’s office where a few girls were standing and looking in the direction of the office and grumbling. They seemed quite upset and annoyed. This reminded her of her own days in the quarters when she was a regular visitor of the office with some or the other complaint. Sometimes it was the mesh on the windows and suddenly she pictured her roommate and herself terrified due to the insects that would fly in anytime they wished, sometimes it was the broken down geezer and she thought about the number of mornings when they had gotten up feeling cold only to realize that they wouldn’t be getting any hot water that day while at times it was either the drinking water, being parched for days together at times, came to her mind or the absence of security guards which made her shiver slightly at the thought of those sleepless nights feeling unsafe and insecure. The memories brought a hopeless smile to her lips like some things never change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and stood on her tip toes to see who was inside the ATM. She saw three giggling young girls and rolled her eyes. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and saw the time. It was four-thirty already. She started fidgeting with her cell phone, tapping it on the palm of one hand with the other one. Three more people to go and there were already people standing behind her in the queue. She turned to look at them and saw five students, two boys and three girls. One girl was talking over the phone with her hand covering her mouth. She turned back to look in front, covering a yawn, and saw one person coming out of the ATM. He looked unhappy and announced that the machine had reached the daily limit of withdrawal. All the students standing in the queue groaned and turned to leave and she stood there for two seconds longer and decided that it just wasn’t her day! She left, shaking her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-6765645415342982409?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/6765645415342982409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings-and-queues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6765645415342982409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/6765645415342982409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings-and-queues.html' title='Musings and Queues'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462217984929799780.post-4289245278162153463</id><published>2009-04-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:55:38.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='description'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfSuGnRoR1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DRi9ZiJXAAQ/s1600-h/Mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfSuGnRoR1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DRi9ZiJXAAQ/s320/Mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075687731513170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up, picked up her watch from the left side of the pillow and saw the time, it was 7 o’ clock. She was to go for a trek with her parents today. They were in Dharamshala. She got up from her make-shift bed. It was a mattress on the floor with a sheet, blanket and a pillow. She saw her parents sitting on the bed, sipping tea and chatting. She stretched, smiled and said good morning. Two pairs of eyes turned towards her and smiled back in return.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, as per the reception clock that said 7:20, they were at the reception, leaving for the trek. The receptionist was a handsome young man who had a very smiling face. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with a black tie and a pair of black trousers. He was standing behind the brown reception desk and smiling as always. He wished them luck and called to the young guide who was to take them for the trek. The four of them left through the main door, out into the beautiful city. You could see the high peaks, covered in snow, in the distance, a sun glowing softly in the early morning sky, green grass on one side of the road and smiling people passing by.&lt;br /&gt;The guide was wearing a blue coloured track suit with trekking shoes. She was wearing a track pant too, with a red tee and a white sweater. Her mother was wearing an orange kurta with white pants while her dad was clad in a grey track pant and a white tee. They were a young looking family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short trek so they did not carry any bag with water, food or anything that might be required on a trek. The guide was carrying a shoulder bag though. They walked on the road for a short while before cutting into the backyard of a house. Most of the houses were huge and beautifully constructed. They all had great exteriors. This particular house was a little bigger than the rest. It was off-white in colour with a big courtyard and a beautiful kitchen garden. The windows were brick in colour. They had to take a sharp right from the main road to cut into the kitchen garden of the house. There was a dog tied-up on the roof of the house that suddenly started barking. She turned to look at the dog and shivered slightly. They hurried past the garden and entered something that looked like another garden. The moment she stepped in and looked around her, she was spell-bound. It was a tea garden. She raised her right hand to her chest and held it there. It looked straight out of a fantasy land. Green tea leaves all around them. Her parents and the guide had walked a little ahead so she hastened her pace to catch up with them. The guide suggested they get a picture clicked against the gorgeous tea plantations, so the three of them stood against the tea bushes, she stood in between her parents and put her hand around her mother’s waist and her father put his hand around her shoulders. All three faces had happy smiles. When the guide clicked the picture, he held his thumb up to gesture to them that it was done and that it was a good picture. They all moved on. The guide was in front, a few steps behind him was her father and then were she and her mother. The sky was all shades of orange, pink, purple and blue when she had gotten up, now it was mostly light blue with scattered white clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cut through the tea plantantions and reached the other end of the garden from where they exited. They walked on the mountain roads for a good one and a half hour. They crossed small streams of muddy water that had planks of wood throw across them in order to let people cross them with ease, they crossed beautiful mini-forests with trees and bushes and wild flowers growing in abundance. &lt;br /&gt;They felt exhausted and decided to stop at a tea stall that they saw on their way. They stopped there for a few minutes, had tea and biscuits. The guide suggested that they buy orange sweets because they give energy. She bought a small packet of orange candies and stuffed it in the right side pocket of her black tracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set off again and suddenly found themselves facing a gorgeous, huge temple. The temple had a courtyard. They had to take their footwear off at one side of the courtyard next to the water cooler. After they removed their shoes, they washed their feet in the cool water from the water cooler. Dharamshala felt hot that day due to the trekking. They were all sweating slightly. &lt;br /&gt;There were small rooms on three sides of the temple. The rooms had various idols of Gods and Goddesses and Gurus. They visited each room and stood outside with their heads bowed and hands joined together. After the last room, there was an opening in the stone wall and she could see a steep staircase. The guide informed them that there was a stream below and it was considered quite holy. So they all decided to go down. They left their footwear near the water cooler and one by one went down the steps. &lt;br /&gt;It looked like the water had cut into a huge mountain because on either side of the stream there were giant walls of grey rock. The stream was littered with rocks as well as tiny pebbles and the water current was quite strong. The guide pointed towards the stream suggesting that they cross the stream and climb up on the rocks on the other side. Her parents sat down on the rocks and declined the offer to cross the stream with a shake of their heads. They looked a little tired and out of breath. She was standing on a rock with a hand on her waist, contemplating. She suddenly nodded and held the guide’s hand. She put one foot in the water and was almost taken away by the current but the guide held on. The pebbles under water were quite slippery and that is what made it a little more difficult to cross. She closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath and with a smile on her face took the next step and then the next and finally crossed over to the other side like a proud victor! &lt;br /&gt;They all sat there for about thirty minutes like that in peace and harmony with nature and its forces. She laid her head back on the rocks and closed her eyes with a contended smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting in a jeep and heading home and she raised her hand to see the time. Her watch showed 12 o’clock. It was noon and she was starving. At the thought of food her hand automatically went to her stomach and she strained her neck to see how far they were from their hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462217984929799780-4289245278162153463?l=helandfrejya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/feeds/4289245278162153463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/trek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4289245278162153463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462217984929799780/posts/default/4289245278162153463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helandfrejya.blogspot.com/2009/04/trek.html' title='The Trek'/><author><name>Aarushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833680850234767121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dB7D15ptMGo/TnJNqUvTOBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_sRIWp4R8gw/s220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylJrp6VWoDk/SfSuGnRoR1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DRi9ZiJXAAQ/s72-c/Mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
