<?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-1393834880522891544</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO DILEEP'S WORLD!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-2346940682033179441</id><published>2010-03-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:54:56.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Poles Attract!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You must be thinking what this guy is up to with an out-of-his-mind heading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must be wondering, haven't I read that like poles repel and the opposites attract? They why does this guy talk this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'd be happy if that had occurred to you. In fact, that was the motive behind naming this blog differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, I am talking the same subject in which you had heard that likes repel - Relationships. I was talking to my girlfriend (technically my wife, but that word is too heavy, isn't it?) about my last my blog about success, and she had wondered why I'd always choose topics like hard-work, attitude, success etc.. That talk led us to debate my portrayal of success differently this time, while in most occasions I'd ask people to be serious about their goals. Further ramblings led me to my current topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends!, I wonder why most of my blogs revolve around this! Ah, did I say I'd begin the topic of my blog? Alright, here we go into the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Necessity finds us friends, and we keep them. Imagine you had not studied in the college you did, would you have those friends who're around you now? yes, we find friends to share our joy, sorrows, and to have fun. That's why we all make friends wherever we go. Well, fast forward a few years, and see how many of the gang do you still consider friends? or rather talk? How many of them you'd like to spend time with? For how many of them does your heart ache? Do you see the number dwindling as you had read through those questions? Well, it's natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After we had made friends with people, and keep making new friends as meet new people, we would find a few very different from us, a few tolerable, and a few with striking similarities. Those in the last category stay with you for a long time, possibly for life. That establishes the theme - like poles attract! People with like-minded thoughts tend to stay together over a long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, look at the list of your friends to see them if you have any similarities. Do not worry if you find a friend whom you like a lot but is just not like you. I have another theory coming up which might help you. Continue reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you ponder over all this, you would try to refute what I say. Some would have thought of any instances where my logic does not make sense. Wait, I'd tell you one. Marriage. And better - Arranged marriage. Yes, in marriage (arranged is the current topic) two completely different people (astrologies and cast apart!) join their hands to start a new life. Well, you could say they are not definitely alike on day one. Indeed they are not. Then does my argument make sense? In marriage different people come together. Not just the couple but their families and friends are sort of cloistered into a new segment. Let's just take the couple. How do they live together being different? That is because when you start liking somebody and live with that person, you would admire a few good qualities and imbibe them into you. You would forgo a few qualities which your peer might not admire. You would come out from that ME world to OUR world. And this happens from both the ends. After a period of time, the differences dissolve and only the like qualities remain. Better said, the like qualities dominate (because no two people on earth are same). I guess that's the beauty of nature. We fit in the holes when we're put in there while we were squares! There you go, the Like stay together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EPILOGUE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, either the survived are made fit or the fittest survive (It's a metaphor here, hope you've got the intent)! Otherwise, relationships are at stake. Hope you would have a nice balance of your relationships!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-2346940682033179441?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2346940682033179441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=2346940682033179441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/2346940682033179441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/2346940682033179441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-poles-attract.html' title='Like Poles Attract!'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-2869365107330899893</id><published>2010-03-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:32:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Success...&lt;br /&gt;Something you always aspire to, something you've always dreamed of, something for which you would live all your life, and at times, for a few, is something for which you go to any end, lose everybody, and everything else. Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success can also take forms. It might mean money to a few, fame to a few others, revenge for even a few, faith for a few sects, and so on. Everybody dreams of his definition of success and longs to gain it. It would be an easily achievable task at times, and might be a daunting task at others. It depends of what we dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this writing is to ascertain that success in itself does not mean the end result. Success is not the destination itself, but also includes the way you take to arrive at it. As it is said, 'if you win the whole world, and lose yourself, what's the point?', success is just not what you experience at the end. Everything which comes on that path to success is part of it, even failures. Just like we cant admire the sun if there was no night, and can't admire health if we were not sick, success does not taste sweet if there was no failure. So, failures play a big role in the success.  Take failures as challenges and don't fail in the same way again. You fail and fail yet again till there is no other way to fail, you would reach success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could enjoy all the riches and joy at the end of the road, but if you take all your life to reach there, what is the point? Since there is no shortcut to success, we would all reach it only very late in our lives. By then we would have lived all the young and energetic days of our lives. What difference does it make to you if the whole world is under you at that age where you cannot do anything but feel happy. You cannot run, cannot eat everything you like, cannot yell, cannot live life to fullest. Success at a later stage is similar to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of losing all happiness and good things around while you strive to be successful, take joy at life's each small thing. Life is full of surprises, let's not indulge ourselves a lot into the struggle that we don't care about these small moments. A moment once lost can never come back, so let's trudge of in our path of success even while having fun and lighter moments. Those moments would give you immense joy and contentment even if you had not achieved success.&lt;br /&gt;After all, success is a feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-2869365107330899893?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2869365107330899893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=2869365107330899893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/2869365107330899893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/2869365107330899893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-365159449985357097</id><published>2009-03-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:20:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi friends!&lt;br /&gt;Back after a while! Though I had been thinking about posting a new column in here, I had been pressed for time for various reasons both at personal and professional fronts. I dedicate this one to all my friends (again :)) who have/had been facing trials, and importantly one special person, my fiancee, for all she had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a while since I had endured a tough time for prolonging period. I had rough patch around this time last year professionally while I was trying to cope with what happened to me at a workplace. To see somebody suffer is quite different from being in their shoes and actually experience it. While I had been in that phase, I wrote a short poem describing my feelings, and my ambition or grit to overcome it. And of late, I was browsing through a personal set of notes on my laptop, and was pleased to see this short poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes in all types for us. Sufferings make us strong. I reiterate one thing - life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it. My life had taught me tough lessons, and made me strong. I'd really like to write a bit more about suffering, but I'm just too happy to ponder over the past. Since I would set myself aloof from things today as I had to travel overnight, I would try and bring in more encouraging stuff to this blog. Meanwhile, here is the rambling for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time doesn't come by your way&lt;br /&gt;When you see the things falling apart&lt;br /&gt;It's the time when your endurance'd pay&lt;br /&gt;All those times you sadly had to depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen, you could wonder&lt;br /&gt;That you're worthy of more grace&lt;br /&gt;Is this true that happened did u ponder&lt;br /&gt;And yes it is real, you must embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the creatures happily go on&lt;br /&gt;Into the worldly ties they adhere&lt;br /&gt;You're lost and cast away and so on&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere into the virtual sphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the wheel would turn&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing all trials and the press&lt;br /&gt;Filling you with happiness for mourn&lt;br /&gt;Leaving no space for you to depress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the time you always long&lt;br /&gt;All through the abysmal pits&lt;br /&gt;Overflows your heart with lovely song&lt;br /&gt;Make up the lost time with your wits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit back strong at the hardships. I had been believing one thing all my life - The secret to success is to realize where you stand. For instance, you would want to achieve something. The first thing you would want to do is to assess yourself, see where you stand, and what you aim for. By being honest to your own self, you would get chance to analyze what it takes to be successful. The next step is to devise a strategic plan very diligently paying attention to minute details. To end this, I'd like to add one more statement. Everything is life has a cost which could be your mental or physical. You have to pay price to gain that. The way you pay makes you different from others. You might try to pay price in one short (like burning midnight oils for assignments/exams) or systematically. Realizing yourself and the goal early, and beginning to work at it immediately is the secret of most success stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold pride and honesty in  yourselves. You need both; honesty to accept what you are, and pride to keep your expectations/standards high. Go, win the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-365159449985357097?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/365159449985357097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=365159449985357097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/365159449985357097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/365159449985357097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance.html' title='Endurance'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-3719190716991478538</id><published>2009-01-14T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:38:06.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends forever - Missing a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends, for another time I shall write about friends and how I miss them. As I wrote in my previous posts, days have been like a fairy tale, when I lived with those friends whom I love. And the gap they left in my life is so vivid and large, that I am seriously disappointed to accept the truth that life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This ballad (I dare call it so, but then it's my past which i love) is dedicated to those set of friends whom I miss everyday, and in each of my celebrations. This is inspired by the friends whom I parted ways with recently like Naresh the Chaitanya, Naresh babu, Naveen, and Arun. I dedicate this to all those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; who have had a lasting impression on my life and have made my life such an achievement. To list a few: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(ordering assorted) Santhu, Naresh aka chaitanya, raja and cricket_team; IIT gang (Naresh, Pradeep, Naveen, Ramu), the only DAVS gang (DAVS stands for Dileep, Ajay, Vijay, Sandeep - the way we christened ourselves and took pride), VHA (Veens, harry, Aru), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cjitsfriends mailing list, and others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the incidents from my life at IIT with Naresh Babu and Naveen, but the feeling does not change with the others aforementioned. It strikes very personal to these guys and collateral to the others because the way I relate to a person - very personal and very different. I write a part of the thoughts, and there are memories aplenty for which I need more and more pages like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; At this juncture my heart would ache&lt;br /&gt;To realize our dear with us is fake&lt;br /&gt;As he emabarks on lifes newest track&lt;br /&gt;I only hope the happy times'd be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall to when i first saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Calm and studious were you the ace&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback looking you all discuss&lt;br /&gt;Commenced kinship'n got into concuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it grew strong as days went along&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and joyful, it was like a song&lt;br /&gt;Through the hardships and many a bash&lt;br /&gt;At the grub joint always did we mash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those clouds did melt the rain&lt;br /&gt;Never were we gloomy and did refrain&lt;br /&gt;Through the downpour and all that haze&lt;br /&gt;Scampering in the puddles set we ablaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear pal when you would set out to bowl&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt strong and mighty like wind's howl&lt;br /&gt;Howbeit it filled us with giggles a bunch&lt;br /&gt;Filling our lives with laugh and punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those times of interviews and tests&lt;br /&gt;Never had we missed out on fun and fests&lt;br /&gt;Yet we pulled out success the first&lt;br /&gt;Magnificiently we quenched our thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days of stay began to shrink&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the graduation brink&lt;br /&gt;Fretted over the time passing fast&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the days wouldnt last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately did we get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To live together for a span and dance&lt;br /&gt;Prolonging companionship towards the ridge&lt;br /&gt;Through frolic, cricket, caroms and bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again through the time will i ponder&lt;br /&gt;How playful have been the days i wonder&lt;br /&gt;More blissful they were than a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Memories which would never become stale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the time i heartily wish&lt;br /&gt;For all those fun i surely'll miss&lt;br /&gt;As u go ahead with mighty endeavour&lt;br /&gt;That wits would work in your favour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-3719190716991478538?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3719190716991478538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=3719190716991478538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/3719190716991478538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/3719190716991478538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-forever-missing-friend.html' title='Friends forever - Missing a Friend'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-5654270597571923572</id><published>2008-12-22T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:22:44.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the first enemy of Friendship, and marriage is Second ;)</title><content type='html'>Hmm yet another time I pick up a subject which my friends wanted to know my opinion of.&lt;br /&gt;And now I realize how blogging is still keeping us abreast with the lovely discussions which we might have had, had we been staying  together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the subject, I don't really want to hurt the neutral reader, but I'd also like to please the person who asked me to write this, and the gang which appreciates this talk.&lt;br /&gt;Before really getting on to the subject, let me give you an account of how friendships fare in the long run. I've been experiencing this from long time, and hope everybody else do. We find a few friends in our colleges whom we share a lot of time with. Even better if we get to live with the same set of people after the college while we work. Now what happens is, since we all have individual goals, responsibilities, and of course priorities, we decide to move on. At each such juncture, one of our friends moves out in finding peace with the priorities he has, and we got to live with that. This could happen time and again, more in the current age when we are more ambitious, when each of our friends steps up to the challenges for a brighter future. The toughest time in friendship is to part ways, for instance graduating from college, moving on to different workplace, making a living in different geographical location, etc. And at each such time, we'll have a heart-break, though we get used to it eventually. Since we keep up with friends, it might look a little has changed since the time you had parted, but over a period of time you'll see the difference very very clearly. You would miss the little joys and camaraderie of your friends a lot. On a personal note, if I look back, I've had wonderful time with enthusiastic friends around, and lot of activity each week. But then a few friends had to take a diversion for various reasons, and the gap they have left in my life is so wide to imagine something filling it. That's the way of life, and that's the singlemost thing which makes life an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very very important reasons due to which friends move on has to do with relationships such as finding a girlfriend or tying a knot. Finding a girlfriend or soul mate is not incidental. You got to spend a lot of time, and have a good heart, tying  to understand and work towards making a normal relationship into something very special. Once you start working at a relationship and start spending lot of time, you will obviously feel the dearth of time for other activities or your daily activities. For instance, you might start talking on your mobile for quite a long time, and at times leave no time for anything else. Exactly at this juncture you would face one of the toughest challenges of your life - Balancing your relationships or keeping up with love and friends. And now you tend to feel that Girlfriend is the first enemy if friendship. The latter part of the argument, ie about marriage being the second, one need not explain how much it occupies a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, we have to draw a line at some point in order to strike a balance between friends and soul mate. Neither could be forgone at the cost of the other. It takes good amount of time to arrive at equilibrium, but more than anything, one needs patience to wait on things to congeal. It lies with the person to approach both the ends with positive attitude and making amends in the time he has. One trick is not treating these two as separate entities in the first place. Essentially, you would need transparency at both the ends. Each of the parties must know of the other clearly, so that they can understand and appreciate the other. By making your friends know about the soul mate, you obviously make her their friend, or at least have them take the relationship positively. But the bottomline is - some price must be paid in terms of the time and energy. Eventually, both would co-exist with a good balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the marriage, that's definitely something which changes a person drastically. One has so much responsibility and dependence on the other that you can never find time as would have found otherwise. Here, the repercussions are very conspicuous. This is something where you need to set yourself aloof from everything else. Though it's evil, it has to be faced by everybody - so the relative effect could be normal. Even here, after things precipitate, you would have time to get back to all the old times; but the biggest challenge is the time it would take. It takes a lot for a few, and a jiffy for a few others. In any case, it is one of those necessary evils which can not be circumvented. All one can do is act mature in the way he looks at life, and strives to maintain the friendship as he faces the challenges of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, if one has to face this dilemma, he is very lucky, that is - he has very good friends whom he can't live without and a good soul mate. So, this is again a kind of a necessary evil which gives life a few twists but overtime gives a perfect balance. But the bottomline is - time decides how painful an affect these two relationships, love and marriage, have on friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-5654270597571923572?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5654270597571923572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=5654270597571923572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/5654270597571923572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/5654270597571923572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-first-enemy-of-friendship-and.html' title='Love is the first enemy of Friendship, and marriage is Second ;)'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-7979489835762185742</id><published>2008-11-25T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:57:03.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In God's great economy, nothing goes waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;PROLOGUE:&lt;br /&gt;This is a mail which I wrote to a set of friends on 5th April, 2006. I've read about something and experienced that to be true. Even if the narration below looks like not directed to you, read for the message. I wrote this when I was missing friends with all of us spread across the globe trying to get to terms with life - studying, working. I don't want to adulterate the feel of the mail, so I paste as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi gang!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all driving high in your profession.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have something different for you. As the subject says, I want to tell something about "In God's great economy nothing goes waste".&lt;br /&gt;Did this seems like some quote you've seen somewhere. yeah, it's famous; I read it recently in andhrabhoomi online paper. But, I felt it to be true, and I felt bad to see this quote so late in my life. This turned out to be so true.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an illustration (may be a poor one; Because u r my friends u will read this). Last week, perhaps a fortnight ago, I was looking for an envelope to send some papers to my brother. I went to the stall. I didn't have change, so I thought I'll take more envelopes than I need lest the shop keeper should feel bad for my not giving him change. I asked for a big envelope(costing one rupee), and another(costing half a rupee). I didn't needed the second one, but thought I'll take. I didn't use it till today. I used the bigger one. Suddenly, I had to send an application to one of the colleges, and needed an envelope. I searched room for that abandoned enveloped, and thus it served my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;You might say it indeed happen to you too. Good, that's true.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, many things in life don't seem to matter at all the time we come across first, but sooner we find them useful. We might do something incidentally when doing something else, and find that come back to us for good at later point of time. Or we bear some unpleasant thing (wound or pain or failure in examination or something else) thinking we don't deserve such a treatment, but that's all part of life. Like we can't experience the joy of the day if we haven't experienced the darkness, similarly joy in life includes all things. Many a time, we feel there are many unimportant things happening in life. But, all things will happen for some good reason. Their actual worth is revealed at proper time.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not regret on anything which doesn't come our way, but enjoy the failure trying to understand the reason behind it. Let's not grieve for the lost entertainment, but fulfill our duty hoping there's time for everything. I think u got me: yeah, there's time for all of us to gather, spend life together, share our experiences, and enjoy the sweet memories each one of us. Let's do our best now, and come out of the clutches deciding our destiny (hope u understood. Ante, life lo chinna vishayalu manam em cheyali em cheyodu ani resrtict cheyakudadu. manam mana life ni jeevinchali, gadipeyyodu). I meant to say we must live our lives (in the sense enjoy like our heart desires), and not just become mechanical. For that, we gotta work hard now and let not life decide everything for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not emotional. So, don't be carried away. I wanted to convince u that "In God's great economy nothing goes waste" is indeed a right statement. Pani pata lekapothe ilane untundani anipistunda???&lt;br /&gt;So, hope u  had nice read; get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;write some nonsense once a while. Hopefully all are ready to listen. Anduke ga manam ee group start chesam. Antha mana valle, evadinaina thittali anukunte, ikkada rayandi, memu anandistamu. Edo oka topic meeda sollu discussion ayina pedadam. Ala aina okaritho okaram matladukuntam.&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, have a great day!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-7979489835762185742?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7979489835762185742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=7979489835762185742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7979489835762185742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7979489835762185742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-gods-great-economy-nothing-goes.html' title='In God&apos;s great economy, nothing goes waste'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-3045957140473119192</id><published>2008-11-20T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:07:22.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Myself: FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now, I've thought about tagging or classifying my posts. For instance, "me and myself" tag would say that it's a very personal view or close to my heart, "My journey in India" says that's a travel blog, and likewise.. Enough for the prologue, continue reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many topics to write on friendship/friends but I'll write about one thing which is orthogonal to friendship but has  great impact on friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It's FATE/LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your fate choses friends for you, or to be more placid, you dont chose friends but your life chooses them for you. Imagine what would have happened to you if you had not got into the college you studied, or had not worked for the firm that you had worked or have been working.. As with other teenagers, I had wished to get into one of the best colleges for graduation. It didnt work out and I had to choose what came to me. And now if I look back and ponder over what has happened to me, I dont regret. It's the same with everybody. More than the college, what lingers in your heart is the friendship you've made. Not the college's reputation, nor the lecturers, nor the top rankers of college, but your old dear friends who shared their life with you and made your life a happier thing are the ones who make your heart skip its beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seasons and years pass by, you obviously add new friends to your circle, spend time with new ones more than the old ones-which again is what life has chosen for you. Naturally, the priorities keep changing, and that's inevitable. One such change is finding a partner (I bring in this just for the sake of one friend- naresh aka krishna chaitanya; he'd been waiting for my view on  friendship). Though it looks a bit odd for the old friends who have been with a guy since college/childhood, the introduction of newer friends is part of life, just that this one is special than other new friends. This is the time one has to make a correct balance of his relationships and friendships. Of course, it begins shaky with respect to the balance, but friends get used to that and the guy himself too; so, both would co-exist seamlessly after a while, which is the best thing to happen to anybody. There couldn't be any other gift to a person than a balanced life between family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, as some good person said, there are different kinds of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few who are for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. you needed their help at some instance, and they were with you. Perhaps life had different plans you haven't met them since. Another example, you visit a few relatives - may be for marriages or for yearly festivals. And may be you like a few of them most. You'd have great time with them but you'd leave them after that festival, and proceed with your daily routine in which they don't have place. But deep down in your heart you have a special feeling for them, a special concern, but life's such a way that you don't get to show that always. It's strange but true, and there are some friends who are meant to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few other friends who are for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. They are your friends in school, college, workplace with whom you had wonderful time but again life's taken you to different places since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE ARE A FEW FRIENDS WHO ARE FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. you met them sometime in the past (or you are bound to meet a few in future :P), and haven't left you since then. They were with your for moments, seasons, years and they are with you now. Whether they would be with you for ever is for time to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person's greatness is not by the virtue of his affluence, but his friends. If you could have a couple of friends who could stand by you when the whole world stands against, you'd be the happiest person on the earth. Never give up on friendship. If life takes you far from a friend, try making conscious effort of keeping the flame burning; life gets him back for you when you need him most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding new friends is easy; keeping the friends for ever is challenging, and is very satisfying. Sit back and relish the friendship you've enjoyed with your friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPILOGUE: There was a break in my writing this post between the first and and the rest paras. Let me know with your comments if there is any lapse in the mood or flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-3045957140473119192?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3045957140473119192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=3045957140473119192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/3045957140473119192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/3045957140473119192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-myself-friends.html' title='Me and Myself: FRIENDS'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-1432451798960933693</id><published>2008-10-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:16:25.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey In India: Ramappa and Laknavaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2pqcJEAxI/AAAAAAAAIRs/5dgogAHFEgQ/s1600-h/Photo-0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2pqcJEAxI/AAAAAAAAIRs/5dgogAHFEgQ/s200/Photo-0468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255042886785041170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long thought to keep my blog alive, I've decided that I'd write about my visits to places in India, mostly south. I've seen enough of them and thought this blog could help people find the way to these places very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again after a bit of arbitration I've chosen the shortest, simplest yet wonderful places for my first travel blog. The places are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laknavaram&lt;/span&gt; which are around 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Warangal&lt;/span&gt; district of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pradesh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ramappa's&lt;/span&gt; history dates back to 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kakatiyas&lt;/span&gt; ruled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Warangal&lt;/span&gt;, then called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ekashilanagaram&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; contains historical Temples, the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; statue, and then the widely known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; Lake.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; temple has many intriguing things like the stones used make pleasant sounds when hit, the bricks used for construction float in water, and the famous statues of a dancing woman or Goddess which preside on all the entrances of the temple.  A big wall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2p98m-JqI/AAAAAAAAIR0/l0oeRApmlvI/s1600-h/Photo-0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2p98m-JqI/AAAAAAAAIR0/l0oeRApmlvI/s200/Photo-0470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255043221917935266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rounds the temple which has a way inside it so that the soldiers can travel through the wall to attack the enemies. This is one such an innovative idea they've had.  It's now tough to find those bricks which float in water, but the mere idea of having such bricks says for itself the engineering genius of those days. Also, the temple itself was built with very similarly huge stones which were carried there by elephants. And those monster structures are still in place, the same way. There wasn't any cement used. It's just the wonderful way of organizing stone above another which kept the temple intact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2q4MuhUAI/AAAAAAAAIR8/vs8a5hPlzpo/s1600-h/Photo-0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2q4MuhUAI/AAAAAAAAIR8/vs8a5hPlzpo/s200/Photo-0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255044222676979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en after centuries. Lot more about history, the guides in there would have helluva lot of information about the history and making of the temple. It has been gaining prominence of late thanks to the film shooting which regularly happens there. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt; Statue which stands at the eastern entrance is a big attraction. It was carved out of a single stone and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nandi&lt;/span&gt; is believed to have been used to store gold and jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; apart is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; Lake. Was set up again during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kakatiya&lt;/span&gt; rule, serves the purpose of providing water to thousands of hectares of land around that place. Another good thing about the lake is: all the tanks around that place have a means of moving excess waters in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; lake. There is a lot more to write about these two places and the other temples between these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2r1rsRmyI/AAAAAAAAISE/epD00mwtTzE/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2r1rsRmyI/AAAAAAAAISE/epD00mwtTzE/s200/DSC01975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045278961081122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere is another wonderful place called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Laknavaram&lt;/span&gt;, which is a naturally formed lake between the hills. This is almost 8 to 10 times larger than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; tank itself and is the largest lake in the surrounding areas. One has to travel through the forest, a bit ghat road to reach the other side of one hill to see the lake. It has been gaining tourist acclaim of late, and the government also looks like working towards making the visitor's time more memorable. There are couple of islands in the lake, and a rope bridge was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;constructed&lt;/span&gt; to help people walk unto that island. Other plans like setting up a restaurant have been in vogue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2s0p0jvQI/AAAAAAAAISM/S76vQLG35hk/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2s0p0jvQI/AAAAAAAAISM/S76vQLG35hk/s200/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255046360790711554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the whole, this is one must visit place if somebody visits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt;. As for me, I visit this every Christmas as this is just a stone throw away(not literally) from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2vLd_TsgI/AAAAAAAAISU/Fj3OCIRCi_Y/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2vLd_TsgI/AAAAAAAAISU/Fj3OCIRCi_Y/s200/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255048951774818818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVEL GUIDE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; is located near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Mulugu&lt;/span&gt;, one of the towns in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Warangal&lt;/span&gt; which existed from ages. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Mulugu&lt;/span&gt; is 47&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Warangal&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; is a further 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;.  Both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Laknavaram&lt;/span&gt; are on the same side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mulugu&lt;/span&gt;,  the road to reach them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;spilts&lt;/span&gt; after 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mulugu&lt;/span&gt;. So, after traveling 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Mulugu&lt;/span&gt;, taking left would take you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Ramappa&lt;/span&gt; which is 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from there, and going straight will lead to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Laknavaram&lt;/span&gt; which is 17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; from that point. You would have to travel 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; straight, take a right turn and travel 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Laknavaram&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure you ask the passers-by for information. Happy visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-1432451798960933693?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1432451798960933693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=1432451798960933693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/1432451798960933693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/1432451798960933693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-journey-in-india-ramappa-and.html' title='My Journey In India: Ramappa and Laknavaram'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SO2pqcJEAxI/AAAAAAAAIRs/5dgogAHFEgQ/s72-c/Photo-0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-7434292820715229759</id><published>2008-09-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:18:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer set of posts coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi readers,&lt;br /&gt;This is after long time that I get to do something about my blog. There are varied subjects to write on, and I believed putting them all at one place makes a big mess. Now that I learnt we have to live with this limitation of having all kinds of blogs at one place, the saving grace that one could have tags to get specific kinds of posts, I've decided against my original thought of having separate blogs for each topic. That would have been good, but then let me reduce the different kinds to  categories like personal, technical, political, etc,. That said, soon you should a flurry of posts. I'd make them to entertain you to the maximum with pictures and such stuff.. Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-7434292820715229759?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7434292820715229759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=7434292820715229759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7434292820715229759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7434292820715229759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/newer-set-of-posts-coming-soon.html' title='Newer set of posts coming soon'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-8466288987319775681</id><published>2007-12-20T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:50:56.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;25th Birthday!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;25th birthday! a day when you must have a makeshift in your thinking... confused? let me begin all the way from schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you were a child, you never had to worry about anything you need. There were people designated to give you all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you never had to take pain, even the smallest of your worries was taken by your parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all you were left with is JOY. You had time for play and all the happiness. Though you would have been pained to study,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you definitely had time for all silly things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the joyous school days end, the college days begin.. for most of us, those days would pass by in a jiffy studying for the entrace.. but surely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;they would have given you enough time for pranks and play... for some these would be memorable days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In college you had nobody to guard u too much.. at the same time you wouldnt have parents to take all pain; or rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you would be belittled for having to tell all your 'umimportant' things. So, you take up your own problems, and solve others' too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For an average Indian, life's struggle begins in graduation. Though graduation days are almost the same as the college days and even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;more happier most of the times, they start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;leading you towards some direction in your career. Graduation also has much time to make friends/enemies/crushes for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Joy in graduation is limited not in terms of the amount of Joy you would experience but in terms of economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You wouldnt have all the money in the earth to do things you would have done have you had enough of it. No regrets here too as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no amount of money would make you satisfy. But, it's true that you wont have enough money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once graduation is done, real struggle in life begins. But life's strange. For some, it comes very easy, but for some it pains like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You would have struggled to find a job for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the time when you find handful of money and would have nobody to control how you spend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You could do all the things on earth... The golden days for anybody are these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By now you would have been 23 years old or 24 ... Lucky you if you had found your job in 22 or 21. If so, you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;have had 2-3 great years of unlimited joy!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's come to the actual point for today.. the 25th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As years turn one by one, your soul would want for more joy but unknowingly your age creeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You would have felt really happy when you turned 21... even more when u did turn 22.. and yeah also on 23rd birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once your 24th birthday comes, you will learn from your parents about making you more responsible (and all that crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But, it's easy to procrastinate your parents wish when you are 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though your age grows from a number to a higher number, your soul would remain the same. It's still the young soul, which asks for more joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And once you are 25, you begin thinking that you would have to take up responsibility sooner or later... You will see people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;around you taking it up, and how much ever you deny it, you would still think it must come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You never know when that time comes, but you know it would come definitely. And this is the greatest enemy of man's happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anticipating something which would happen sometime in near future, and in doing so losing the happiness you now have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the time when people around you start treating you more elder guy (now that you are 25), and you listen more often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from your parents that you have to tie knot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's not defined that life after marriage should be happy. It could be either way.. but it would definitely be occupying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Most of the guys wouldnt be prepared for that, but one cant help putting this off for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SO THIS IS THE TIME WHEN YOU MUST THINK AND TRANSIT YOURSELF INTO AN ELDER GUY. YOU WOULDNT LIKE TO DO IT. EVERYBODY IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY BEING YOUNGER. BUT YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT THE ELDERNESS GRACEFULLY. YOU GOT TO SHIFT GEARS AND SLOW DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, 25th birthday would be the most worrying birthdays when one has to give up youth and embrace the truth that he grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never know how life comes to you, you have to make it happy and be happy too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-8466288987319775681?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8466288987319775681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=8466288987319775681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/8466288987319775681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/8466288987319775681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/25th-birthday.html' title='25th Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-7335172209874797058</id><published>2007-07-17T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:11:31.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intertia -- Law that holds in our lives as well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hmmm, here again there's something which is as strange as nostalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Law of intertia, suprisingly, holds true in human lives too. As it applies for bodies at rest and those in motion, it applies equally well for humans living at a place. I had to face this recently when I had to move out of my home city. At the outset, it doesn't make any difference until you start leaving or until you leave. For me, as the time to depart was approaching, I was gradually getting unsettled. So, by the time I had to step in Bangalore, this feeling was so heavy that I was thinking it would have been great if all my travel was a dream. I felt like running back home, and not go out again. I still feel that I came out of the city for an outing and have not relocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that happens again once I depart this city, which is not in near future. But, life's so strange that you have to experience such things. Nevertheless, it's those things which add variety and color to life; which bring us fond memories when we retrospect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-7335172209874797058?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7335172209874797058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=7335172209874797058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7335172209874797058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/7335172209874797058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/intertia-law-that-holds-in-our-lives-as.html' title='Intertia -- Law that holds in our lives as well'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-8815793958440516176</id><published>2007-07-12T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:47:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My friend I'm nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I recall the day you departed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The fresh breeze that evening brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Drying my tears before they oozed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wretched was my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jammed up with futile work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which fenced me from coming to station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to get a last glimpse of you dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;parting was tough, but inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart breaks, yet gods wouldn't stop time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I console myself with the memories we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as we find our own ways of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The time doesn't come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this truth makes me gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yet I wish it gets back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we all live those moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I await the great day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I get a slight chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To realize my feelings and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And lavish my time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That reminds me of great departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When again we are crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As we part ways in search of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only hoping for days to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-8815793958440516176?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8815793958440516176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=8815793958440516176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/8815793958440516176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/8815793958440516176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-9088244710652295958</id><published>2007-07-09T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:23:04.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd love to write pages and pages about this particular feeling. Nostalgia is one such feeling you would feel when you depart somebody or recall somebody after missing them or the strange feeling which pains you when you come across places you've been very dear with in the past, while listening to your once favorite music, and what not! One can be nostalgic in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia for me is as sweet a pain as love, though I haven't experienced so called 'love'. It's awful to undergo nostalgia although you would admit you still do not want to do away with that. One such feeling which takes you back to your past and makes you relish those thoughts. Though the days become old, the memories stay still afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nostalgia I'd like to write about a few favorite tracks of mine which would make my heart throbbing. It was the time I joined a college for my graduation. I lived with my friends in a rusty place. Then was released a movie which went on to become a biggest hit of that year. Those days you would invariably find that music being played in everybody's rooms, in every commercial space and in every auto. Though that music hasn't impressed me as it had a few others, it was a fresh music to listen to. I'd pay heed to those songs if not very keenly. And lately, I came across somebody playing that music. The feeling which I underwent was terrible. I couldn't think of anything else, for sometime my heart's beat went awry. Though I haven't enjoyed the music very well in the old days, but the music has brought along the memories with that. Those good old times flashed across my mind so fresh that I had regretted for missing those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'd like to say is, nostalgia might not be directly related to the things which had happened sometimes ago in our lives. It could be something else, could be something which we would not like. But those things always bring us fond memories. And those memories are with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-9088244710652295958?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9088244710652295958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=9088244710652295958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/9088244710652295958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/9088244710652295958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393834880522891544.post-859421622377960935</id><published>2007-06-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:13:17.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   To begin blogging is a great feeling. So, I'd like to begin saying: "Moments pass away, only memories remain. And it's those memories which keep us alive and human".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1393834880522891544-859421622377960935?l=dilusworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/feeds/859421622377960935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1393834880522891544&amp;postID=859421622377960935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/859421622377960935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1393834880522891544/posts/default/859421622377960935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilusworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>dileep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213016657450521779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIp90pakd6Y/SNIT46WGluI/AAAAAAAAGy8/cK0kCftY8qM/S220/DSC04299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
