<?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-36199111</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:39.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Band-Aids and Sign Posts</title><subtitle type='html'>To travel the path of life we need to get over hurts and find a direction that will lead us to fulfillment ....and million moments on this path that help us , guide us , make the journey in itself a pleasure ....so this blog is a tribute to all the " Band-Aids and Sign Posts " of my journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-8742277981229069933</id><published>2007-05-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:11:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why that annoying pimple ..just when you want to look your best ???</title><content type='html'>Why does the dish go spoiled when ur cooking for someone special ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do u trip when you want to project the most poised image ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you forget while writting an important paper ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it strange that even trying TOO HARD can sometimes spoil the whole thing ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached in a detached way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep action , but dont desire fruits of the action ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-8742277981229069933?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/8742277981229069933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=8742277981229069933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/8742277981229069933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/8742277981229069933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-that-annoying-pimple-just-when-you.html' title='Why that annoying pimple ..just when you want to look your best ???'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3994472129055774346</id><published>2007-04-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:13:38.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt to death or burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;    I was just watching CNN-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IBN&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rajdeep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sardesai&lt;/span&gt; was hosting a show one the so called breaking news , about &lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20070010413"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kausar&lt;/span&gt; Bi &lt;/a&gt;being dead and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gujrat&lt;/span&gt; Govt admitting it before the supreme court . Now while speaking , he repeatedly said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kausar&lt;/span&gt; Bi was killed and burnt to death . This is just not a mere error in words , but an entirely new shade is being given to the happenings . Such careless use of words and blatant prejudice is not expected from a veteran journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While the Indian media is the fourth pillar of Indian democracy , i feel it still has a long way to go .Right now we have more of quantity than quality ,  and  sadly even  a politician sneezing has come to be  termed as  breaking news .  And moreover ,  i feel  that there  is a lack of continuity in  the news coverage . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-3994472129055774346?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3994472129055774346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3994472129055774346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3994472129055774346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3994472129055774346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/burnt-to-death-or-burnt.html' title='Burnt to death or burnt'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-9011218871144742365</id><published>2007-04-29T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:19:04.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aussies Won</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm so finally the world cup is over and the Aussies have taken home the cup .... lots of money changing pockets today i guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times things turn out the way we expect them to and sometimes they are unexepected ...either way its something unknown .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going on good .... Gone to the station to pick up Dad . They kept announcing till the last min that the train is coming on platform no. 4 and then  they changed it to platform no 3 . a mad rush immediately ensued .... i wonder why the railway announcements in all Indian stations are so unclear ??? Is it a deliberate strategy of chaos ...i doubt that the word deliberate could be used for our Govt anyways ..... nothing is deliberate for them except personal profit . The ones who think differently are the misfits who suffer ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-9011218871144742365?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/9011218871144742365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=9011218871144742365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/9011218871144742365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/9011218871144742365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/aussies-won.html' title='The Aussies Won'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-1938840120121684948</id><published>2007-04-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:41:48.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out of it ...dont snap .....</title><content type='html'>Think of all the people who have touched your life , remember the good parts and let go of the bad parts , Keep trying to widen the net of people you know , force yourself to do what needs to be done and try your best not to think of those things which are beyond your control , don't make any decisions when you are emotional , try to calm yourself ..... the waves keep rising and falling ..sometimes life is as emotionally turbulent as that ...try to remember that once you get further from the shore the turbulence lessens ...so while its safe to hold on to the shore ( depression ) letting go and going further ...letting go of mental barriers will help in bringing calmness ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-1938840120121684948?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/1938840120121684948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=1938840120121684948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1938840120121684948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1938840120121684948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-out-of-it-dont-snap.html' title='Come out of it ...dont snap .....'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-9222456495717123878</id><published>2007-04-27T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:03:01.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Beyond Pessimism ---Why Try Anything</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel this thread of hopelessness running through everything . Whatever i do , there are so many things that i cannot change . It often seems that large parts of my life are beyond my control .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read sociology , the basic tenet is how the individual is shaped by social factors . We are who we are largely because of our sociological context . Freud , in many ways , seems to support this view . Our childhood , our genes , our social and historical context .... every thing plays such an important role in shaping us .... how do we find out WHO WE ARE in this cocktail ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i digress from what i began with ...." Nothing gold can stay" said Robert Frost . Well i wonder what makes us move on , keep trying even when we know it wont make any difference ???? Being caught is the proverbial catch 22 situation .... cant leave it and live with it ..... Does it make any difference if i say the glass is half empty of half full ??? Im still looking at the glass .... either way i dont stop looking at the glass .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pessimistic about so many things , but i dont stop doing it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rene Daumal, in &lt;i&gt;Mount Analog&lt;/i&gt;,   writes:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:100%;"&gt;You cannot stay on the summit             forever;&lt;br /&gt;            you have to come down again.&lt;br /&gt;            So why bother in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;            Just this: What is above knows what is below&lt;br /&gt;            but what is below does not know what is above.&lt;br /&gt;            One climbs, one sees, one descends;&lt;br /&gt;            one sees no longer, but one has seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One sees but dosent one want to see again and again ..that one glimpse makes one thirst for more ....... It just goes on and on .... why ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-9222456495717123878?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/9222456495717123878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=9222456495717123878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/9222456495717123878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/9222456495717123878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-beyond-pessimism-why-try-anything.html' title='Going Beyond Pessimism ---Why Try Anything'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3973523540020010524</id><published>2007-04-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:02:15.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Is Not On Your Side - A Look At Old Age Homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When The candle is almost at an end and the flame is flickering isn't the need for the sheltering hands even more urgent ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Old age is such a tough disease to fight . How does one live when the body  gives up and the mind starts showing the strain ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.financialexpress.com/fe_full_story.php?content_id=98562"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HelpAge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; India estimate says the number of elderly people in India, pegged at 70 million now, is likely to go up to 117 million by 2025. It’s only natural that most of the existing old age homes will prove inadequate by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When i look at my grandparents generation , i see all of them living the same script . A generation that is used to hard work and independent living , many of them staying alone , with Children abroad or in Metros . Even the daily chores become a struggle .... Arthritis , Back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt; , Diabetes ..... all enemies to be fought against . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Today , one of my friend's grandmother told me ...i wish there was an old age home where i could stay with my husband . A doctor would come for weekly visits , there would be other people of our age to talk to , and every one would be free to do what they want be it praying or watching K - Serials . What she yearned for was a little less responsibility , so that she could age in peace . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Finding domestic help , Nurses to stay and help those who are bed ridden or seriously ill is really tough these days . An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NGO&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bhubaneswar&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shurusha&lt;/span&gt; trains young girls in basic nursing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;care taking&lt;/span&gt; of the aged . And then the families in need can contact this organisation to get the required help . However the demand outstrips the supply . And the job being such a tough one , its difficult to find people who will stick to it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We Indians always equate old age homes with irresponsible and cruel children who have abandoned their parents . But today i felt that for many people it would be a rather practical solution , especially if parents don't want to leave their home town and go to an entirely alien place . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But practically , i feel it is a feasible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" &gt;solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; to a problem that is just increasing in magnitude . With changing social situation one needs to change oneself , and i feel that establishment of more old age homes , retirement colonies and other such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" &gt;facilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; is imperative . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-3973523540020010524?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3973523540020010524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3973523540020010524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3973523540020010524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3973523540020010524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-time-is-not-on-your-side-look-at.html' title='When Time Is Not On Your Side - A Look At Old Age Homes'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3137755459473225479</id><published>2007-04-25T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:54:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Facts</title><content type='html'>The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘v’ in the name of a court case does not stand for ‘versus’, but for ‘and’ (in civil proceedings) or ‘against’ (in criminal proceedings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-3137755459473225479?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3137755459473225479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3137755459473225479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3137755459473225479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3137755459473225479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-random-facts.html' title='Some Random Facts'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-5905681566107023868</id><published>2007-04-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:47:47.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is nothing more delicious than something unexpected (but desired ) .... Like finding money in old jeans ka pocket . Like taking a long journey to surprise someone . Like a gift on a normal day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;    Like a phone call at 4 in the night .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;    A break in the routine is always welcome :)&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/36199111-5905681566107023868?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/5905681566107023868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=5905681566107023868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/5905681566107023868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/5905681566107023868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3355340447065843011</id><published>2007-04-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:45:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Shootout</title><content type='html'>Today i was trying to imagine anything violent at my Christ College campus ...even a fist fight would seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incongruous&lt;/span&gt; . When i saw the news today , it just seemed so sad to me ......  what could propel a student with a good future to do something like this ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes on one side is the &lt;a href="http://www.justfacts.com/gun_control.htm"&gt;Gun laws&lt;/a&gt; ...which make it very easy for a person above 18 to obtain a gun , in USA . Certain facts i looked up now on the net were shocking for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bill of Rights, the second amendment to the Constitution              reads:                                                                                                             &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security                        of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear                        Arms, shall not be infringed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people do not need any license to keep guns , provided they are in concealment . All you need to do is go to a registered Gun dealer , be abou\ve 18 years without a criminal record and you can buy a gun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guns rights group argue that right to keep guns reduces crime as it acts as a preventive . The gun control group retorts that it leads to greater accidental deaths and Shootouts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me is that even the safest of places , a university , is not safe anymore . And the enemy is no longer without ..its within .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rate at which India emulates USA 'popular culture' we could soon be at the threshold of such violence ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-3355340447065843011?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3355340447065843011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3355340447065843011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3355340447065843011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3355340447065843011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-shootout.html' title='Virginia Shootout'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-7655751286822943116</id><published>2007-04-14T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:21:15.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Scapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/RiDBFHSzcrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7fPz4hYwbY/s1600-h/Sea+Scape+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/RiDBFHSzcrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7fPz4hYwbY/s400/Sea+Scape+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053251075511120562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/RiDAj3SzcqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EIn73efbyt4/s1600-h/Sea+Scape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/RiDAj3SzcqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EIn73efbyt4/s400/Sea+Scape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250504280470178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-7655751286822943116?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/7655751286822943116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=7655751286822943116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/7655751286822943116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/7655751286822943116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/sea-scapes.html' title='Sea Scapes'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/RiDBFHSzcrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7fPz4hYwbY/s72-c/Sea+Scape+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3438522411446624976</id><published>2007-04-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:39:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fathers Silent Love</title><content type='html'>Summer nights are long and humid . It is impossible to sleep without the windows open and the fans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whirling&lt;/span&gt; at full speed . Yesterday  night there was a sudden summer storm .Power cuts follow in wake of summer storms , one of the constants of life in India . It was long past twelve , and he knew his daughter would be asleep . She was home for her holidays , and would be gone in a few weeks .&lt;br /&gt;    As was his practise he went to her room to check up on her . Silently, he closed the windows . She slept with the lights on . He knew darkness scared her sometimes . He brought a candle , lit it and placed it on her table , in case she woke up  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               -----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching " Monsoon Wedding " yesterday . There was a scene where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naseruddin&lt;/span&gt; Shah looks at his children , then turns to his wife , and says " Sometimes i feel a love so strong for them that i almost cant bear it "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all of us have felt that deep love for some people , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; so pure , that it scares us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                -----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:NAVY;"  &gt;Those Winter Sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  by Robert Hayden       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Sundays too my father got up early&lt;br /&gt;and put his clothes on in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blueblack&lt;/span&gt; cold,&lt;br /&gt;then with cracked hands that ached&lt;br /&gt;from labor in the weekday weather made&lt;br /&gt;banked fires blaze.  No one ever thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.&lt;br /&gt;When the rooms were warm, he'd call,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly I would rise and dress,&lt;br /&gt;fearing the chronic angers of that house,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;speaking indifferently to him,&lt;br /&gt;who had driven out the cold&lt;br /&gt;and polished my good shoes as well.&lt;br /&gt;What did I know, what did I know&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;love's&lt;/span&gt; austere and lonely offices?&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/36199111-3438522411446624976?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3438522411446624976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3438522411446624976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3438522411446624976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3438522411446624976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/fathers-silent-love.html' title='A Fathers Silent Love'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-3794838488827284962</id><published>2007-04-13T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:21:16.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/Rh9t03SzcpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wEIy46vm1r4/s1600-h/View+From+My+Window+-+-+with+effects.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/Rh9t03SzcpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wEIy46vm1r4/s320/View+From+My+Window+-+-+with+effects.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052878061896430226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-3794838488827284962?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/3794838488827284962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=3794838488827284962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3794838488827284962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/3794838488827284962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/view-from-my-room.html' title='The View From My Room'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEs6qx6asmE/Rh9t03SzcpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wEIy46vm1r4/s72-c/View+From+My+Window+-+-+with+effects.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-8482806672459415750</id><published>2007-04-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:55:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emile Durkhiem on Schools</title><content type='html'>Here is what he has to say about education ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In complex industrial societies , the school serves a function which cannot be provided by either the family of the peer group. Membership of the family is based on the kinship ties , and membership of the peer group on personal choice. Membership of the society as a whole is based on neither of these principles . Individuals must learn to co operate with those who are neither their kin nor their friends . The school provides a context where these skills can be acquired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true i feel .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-8482806672459415750?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/8482806672459415750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=8482806672459415750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/8482806672459415750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/8482806672459415750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/emile-durkhiem-on-schools.html' title='Emile Durkhiem on Schools'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-1560217889526222645</id><published>2007-04-12T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:26:00.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Copper - A Funky Cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mix one peg of Rum with Appy fizz and marinate a few black raisins in it for ten mins . The drink is absolutely Yumm .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/36199111-1560217889526222645?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/1560217889526222645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=1560217889526222645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1560217889526222645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1560217889526222645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/liquid-copper-funky-cocktail.html' title='Liquid Copper - A Funky Cocktail'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-1152216318115250852</id><published>2007-04-09T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:59:18.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because You Are Vegetarian Dont Think The Bull Wont Attack You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We always ask the question --why me ? What did i do to deserve this .... and most of the times we know the answer .I have been sniffling all morning and there is a litter of used tissue around me .....why ? ......Because i left the fan on at full speed last night ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times causal relations become so complicated that the interconnections are hard to make out . Think of the Political situation at middle east . And watch the movie Syrianna . Or think Of a murder mystery with multiple suspects each having a motive . Its difficult to make out how much flavour each spice gives to the mutton curry ...but one knows that each lends its unique taste to the meat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white are not the only two colours . There are a multiplicity of shades .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes to a fight ...and i ask myself ...why did that person harm me when i did nothing at all .... is my passivity a causal link too ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It confuses the mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems in todays world minding ones own business can also become a crime . Not being aggressive can lead to one being the recepient of aggression .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36199111-1152216318115250852?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/1152216318115250852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=1152216318115250852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1152216318115250852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/1152216318115250852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-because-you-are-vegetarian-dont.html' title='Just Because You Are Vegetarian Dont Think The Bull Wont Attack You'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116837857335884316</id><published>2007-01-09T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:49:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Hold Things But .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today my roomies and i were talking about friendship , and how that of girls and boys differ .....One said girls fight and hold it their heart ...and i said ya we hold things but we also hold each other ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Holding things ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;we try to hold so many things ...i wonder what it all means ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If i hold a palmful of sea water in my hand is it the sea ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hold a ciggi in my fingers and take a sutta ...look at the night sky and the star shining at me ...and hold the memory in my heart ...even tho my head is spinning . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I go to class and hold a pen in my hand , jotting down what i hear ...and none of it remains after that sentence is written . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In an ever changing environment , we try to hold on to our wits and cope with it all . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We hold the image we thing we need to project in such esteem that all else diminishes in front of it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Holding a family together is a herculean task . Its even more herculean when u try to do it alone . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And toughest is holding yourself together when everything around you is falling apart . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And for all our holding ....time loosens all grip n lets every thing go . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So we hold the new year up to enjoy and achieve , when with every minute we are letting it go . &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/36199111-116837857335884316?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116837857335884316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116837857335884316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116837857335884316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116837857335884316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-hold-things-but.html' title='We Hold Things But .......'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116710701098182046</id><published>2006-12-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:23:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas .................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;In its own way Christmas was beautiful ...went book shopping , ate Chinese with chopsticks , met up with friends ...it was fun . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;What else ????? I dont know why ...but i spoilt the whole day just because of my temper .......and i kept wondering why every thing is so damn transient ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116710701098182046?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116710701098182046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116710701098182046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116710701098182046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116710701098182046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas .................'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116693240505602455</id><published>2006-12-23T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:35:41.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabul Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I saw Kabul Express a few days back . And the one thing that has still stayed with me is the landscape . The deserted feel .... one that comes in the wake of much destruction, was felt in every shot . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Slow paced , the movie lacks the dramatic effec ...making you feel that you are listening to a rather rambling travel account .  No clear stand is taken . Most of it feels like the personal impressions of the characters .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I liked the contrast between Suhel Khan ( John Abrahm ) and Jessica Beckham (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Linda Arsenio ) . One shows the idealism of a new comer to a profession and the other the cynicism that comes from experience . And the good thing was that none of the characters were deeply analysed .... just hints were given as to what their nature is like . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Some of the scenes during the journey seemed a bit contrived .But the humour was nice . Ending was extremely predictable . Yet there is something about the movie .....definitely worth a watch ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116693240505602455?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116693240505602455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116693240505602455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116693240505602455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116693240505602455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/kabul-express.html' title='Kabul Express'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116664795904654625</id><published>2006-12-20T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:32:11.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice for jessica ????</title><content type='html'>I have a paper on womens studies today ...... as i go through the feminist view points and angst ....i remember Jessica Lall and Priyadarshini Mattoo case ...both  verdicts were so well deserved i feel .&lt;br /&gt;Why does something so brutal , a punishment so harsh fills me with hope ....because in my heart i believe in the adage - an eye for an eye ???? Is it because the nature of the crime was such a heinous one , esp the latter ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman , i hope in my heart that this would reduce the crime rate again women , shatter the feeling of invincibility among the rich n well connected , make the neighborhood a better place .&lt;br /&gt;Do i feel  vindicated for the times when  being a woman  made me more vulnerable , all those acts of eve teasing , of the feelings of being violated ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116664795904654625?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116664795904654625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116664795904654625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116664795904654625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116664795904654625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/justice-for-jessica.html' title='Justice for jessica ????'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116654372646881491</id><published>2006-12-19T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:03:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmasy Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Had our socio paper today , and it was in the second block of Christ College .  There was a Jesus in the manger ka model near the entrance ...as i peeped in , a shocking Jesus stared back at me . It was a ten centimeter big statue , bigger than Mary herself ...and it looked like a ten year old child not a baby !!!!!!Guess good models are hard to find these days ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every where in Bangalore lights dance back at me... ..Forum is wrapped up in golden glitter , with a huge Christmas tree and golden and green and red decorations put up every where . The eateries seem yummier and more inviting . The mistletoes hanging above , fill me with yearning ........and one just feels like walking around very slowly . Sadly this same thought strikes a dozen and more people every minute , resulting in a huge crowd of people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so cold the last few days ...my fingers froze today and i didn't feel like writing the answers ...But every one in sweaters and jackets , the cold crisp air , yumm strong coffee from the coffee machine at the basketball court , all announce in capital letters the Chistmasy feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad thing is the felling of all those trees near the beches ...how can one destroy some thing old to build new things ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Anthony's Church looks even more quaint with lichu light all around it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are just round the corner and every one is going somewhere ....friends meeting up , lovers going on trips , Family meeting up , New year parties coming up ..........my shopping is half done . Some christmas cards given , others in the making ..... lot of cooking plans .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a family affair this year end , and i hope to enjoy it to the maximum ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year endings are so symbolic .....Anshu ( the cousin who's marriage is on 31st- hence the fly get together ) sure is getting married at a beautiful time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116654372646881491?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116654372646881491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116654372646881491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116654372646881491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116654372646881491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmasy-feel.html' title='Christmasy Feel'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116638372489450382</id><published>2006-12-17T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:28:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live In A Simple World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I live in a simple world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;of twos and threes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have my colours , and words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;and thoughts to give me company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My path meanders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i have some clue where i want it to stray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough friendship and care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;are coming my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;People are there who will listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;when i say my say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A continuity running through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet my eyes stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond the horizon all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; i cannot say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And in my heart i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;that missing link is beyond my reach ..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116638372489450382?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116638372489450382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116638372489450382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116638372489450382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116638372489450382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-live-in-simple-world_18.html' title='I Live In A Simple World'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116638330189893488</id><published>2006-12-17T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:21:41.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Their life Is Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;In sharp curves it flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Over that single tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Concentric in size they grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;eyes focused yet movements were free &lt;/span&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/36199111-116638330189893488?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116638330189893488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116638330189893488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116638330189893488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116638330189893488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/even-their-life-is-complicated.html' title='Even Their life Is Complicated'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116633483217064967</id><published>2006-12-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:16:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Pick on His Favourite Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/459212/DSC02357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/745089/DSC02357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/694021/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/200/108022/b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/907837/DSC02361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/809773/DSC02361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/61004/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/499193/a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116633483217064967?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116633483217064967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116633483217064967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116633483217064967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116633483217064967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/chick-pick-on-his-favourite-rock.html' title='Chick Pick on His Favourite Rock'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116610775252338068</id><published>2006-12-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:59:51.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timepass tests ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fifth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none ; margin: 5px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 51); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(51, 68, 187); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(17, 0, 34); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(68, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(85, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(196, 0, 51); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(102, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(119, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(136, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(153, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116610775252338068?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116610775252338068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116610775252338068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610775252338068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610775252338068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/timepass-tests.html' title='Timepass tests ........'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116610699478513479</id><published>2006-12-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:36:35.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy sketch of chick pick made on lazy morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/613597/DSC02350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/477025/DSC02350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116610699478513479?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116610699478513479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116610699478513479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610699478513479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610699478513479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/clumsy-sketch-of-chick-pick-made-on.html' title='Clumsy sketch of chick pick made on lazy morning'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116610493676548380</id><published>2006-12-14T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:28:54.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/881962/DSC02349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/466166/DSC02349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know lot of flaws in this sketch ...par well ...im learning ...what else can i say ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116610493676548380?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116610493676548380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116610493676548380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610493676548380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116610493676548380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116599926714756424</id><published>2006-12-13T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:41:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Scape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/364761/DSC02351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/400/206621/DSC02351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116599926714756424?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116599926714756424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116599926714756424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116599926714756424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116599926714756424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/sea-scape.html' title='Sea Scape'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116593306597741526</id><published>2006-12-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:47:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Interruptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;These interruptions are so so so bugging ....was in an absolutely writey mood ...and was writting about our terrace ..one of my fav spots in our  house .....and just mid third para the comp decided to shut down !!!And now the words and the mood are both gone with the shutdown .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is for sure the day of interruptions ....was going for a walk when i thought of checking out my orkut account ' just for 5 mins' and well stuck here ...so the walk idea is also aborted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments of cutin's are so so annoying ....when u have the answer on your lip and someone says something and the word is wiped clear ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people to be able to complete this post right now .....so guess i'll go try to upload my sketches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116593306597741526?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116593306597741526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116593306597741526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116593306597741526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116593306597741526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucking-interruptions.html' title='Fucking Interruptions'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116541561517513523</id><published>2006-12-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:48:35.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Walks In Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;All these days i have been reading in psychology how walking is very good for health ... not just walking , any kind of physical exercise .  It is supposed to be an anti depression formula , plus it has low investment , can be done anytime of the day and anywhere ......Walking gives one time to think, as well as time to get away from the four walls .  It releases endorphins ...the ' Happy Hormones ' that sweep depressive thoughts away from the mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hmmm now that i have been doing it for a few weeks , i can say yup it works . It all started when i thought why not walk home from college ........ Add to that the incentive of living near the BTM lake , i get to see the Shimmering waters , the lights dying out , the moon appearing and feel the cold cold wind n still be warm inside :)&lt;/span&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/36199111-116541561517513523?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116541561517513523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116541561517513523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116541561517513523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116541561517513523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-walks-in-winter.html' title='Long Walks In Winter'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116538437708095048</id><published>2006-12-05T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:12:30.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Pick aka Scuba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/710799/DSC02340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/400/604885/DSC02340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A tiny green turtle ...... with a white angel mark on his shell ...... I got chick pick in my life on November 6th , a baby turtle very much afraid of his surroundings . And now , about a month later hes blossomed into a naughty acrobat !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit he lives in a pretty mundane fish bowl ....with a few rocks to give him company . His fav is the flat yellow stone ...on which he sits with his head just above the water ....contemplating in peace ....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he swims around , or stands up with only one feet on the stone ...turning around on himself .&lt;br /&gt;When he gets his food , there are rare moments of exuberance ....turtle level of exuberance ....which can be described as frisky behaviour :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has come a long way in just a month . Day one , he wasn't  even able to float properly . Still remember how he used to surface with flailing limbs ....balance for a few seconds before he would slowly fall down . And the slightest movement around his bowl used to send him scuttling down , had n limbs tucked into his shell !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick pick eats processed fish food ..may be for him it would be tiny fish sausages ....four in the morning n four in the evening . Hes used to his feeding time being slightly flexible ( after all i dont wanna turn him into one of those rigid disciplined freaky turtles do i ??? ) ....n when he see me coming with the food he eagerly puts his head out of water and stares at me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one loves the baby ...Bhavani whistles at him , Jhili pulls his tail , her brother to takes him out of water n exercises him, once Saurav even became a human obstacle course for the baby - sadly he climbed into the darkest corner ( that being the crook of his arm !!!) . And then i had to catch him before he fell on the floor .&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i took him to our other room , for a change , and he crawled under my suitcase !!! Extractin him from there without harming him was quiet an ordeal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends had commented ...you Chobu n Scuba make quiet a threesome ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it sure beats being alone . And im glad i have them for company :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116538437708095048?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116538437708095048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116538437708095048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116538437708095048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116538437708095048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/chick-pick-aka-scuba.html' title='Chick Pick aka Scuba'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116538328690242922</id><published>2006-12-05T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:34:46.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencil's at work again !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/458929/DSC02343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/400/791609/DSC02343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/549335/DSC02342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/569644/DSC02342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/1600/554797/DSC02333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8184/4040/320/117697/DSC02333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116538328690242922?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116538328690242922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116538328690242922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116538328690242922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116538328690242922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/pencils-at-work-again.html' title='Pencil&apos;s at work again !!!'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116525014956484174</id><published>2006-12-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:49:04.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 New Things i Came To Know Today ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. That Montenegro is a country . It's capital is Podgorica . Earlier Serbia and Montenegro were united states , but they separated very recently - in May 21st 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i came across this valuable piece of Info ---- i saw Casino Royale , and didnt know Where Montenegro is ----- I thought its a province in Italy !!!!! So i did learn something more than the fact that Daniel Craig has the bluest and most charming eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The words of the song'Maine Dil Se Kaha' from Rog ...i always remembered the first few lines ..the rest blurred ...but toady when the current was not there me n mom were singing the song n somehow i actually heard , listened , and felt the words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bechaara kahan jaanta tha&lt;br /&gt;Khalish hai yeh kya khala hai&lt;br /&gt;Shehar bhar ki khushi se&lt;br /&gt;Yeh dard mera bhala hai&lt;br /&gt;Jashna yeh raaz na aaye&lt;br /&gt;Mazaa toh bas gam main aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi hai ishq ka ujaala&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi hai maut ka andhera&lt;br /&gt;Bataao kaun bes hoga&lt;br /&gt;Main jogi banu ya lutera&lt;br /&gt;Kayi chehre hai is dil ke&lt;br /&gt;Najaane kaunsa mera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazaaron aaise phaasle the&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tai karne chale the&lt;br /&gt;raahe magar chal padi thi&lt;br /&gt;Aur peeche hum rah gaye the&lt;br /&gt;kadam Do chaar chal paaye&lt;br /&gt;Kiye phere tere mann ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Not to use words when you dont understand them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;..........................&lt;/span&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/36199111-116525014956484174?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116525014956484174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116525014956484174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116525014956484174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116525014956484174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-new-things-i-came-to-know-today.html' title='3 New Things i Came To Know Today ......'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116506913341820086</id><published>2006-12-02T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:33:59.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fragile as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new born baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A stack of balanced cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A wild animal in that frozen second when it is deciding to approach or run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A sand castle on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A moment of perfect silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First touch of sensuous exploration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Blank mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;More fragile than all these ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&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/36199111-116506913341820086?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116506913341820086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116506913341820086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116506913341820086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116506913341820086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/12/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116403960296910393</id><published>2006-11-20T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:49:42.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine stars blinked back at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;I was in college today , to study in the library . It was a long day among books , and then i took an evening break.....sitting on the benches and gazing at the sky . It was just past dusk, and the sky was a deep  luminous blue ..with wisps of clouds . Few students were strolling out of college  ....the guards were thankfully out of sight ..... Christ College was at its most beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my roomie , and her fondness for counting . And my dad who will be able to tall how many tables there are in a restaurant after we have left the place ..... and i cant even remember my own cell phone number !!!!! Just talked to Varu , about her CAT experience ....she is expecting a 95 percentile and is still worried . Numbers are indeed complex !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Teasdale so truly said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood beside a hill&lt;br /&gt;Smooth with new laid snow&lt;br /&gt;A single star looked out&lt;br /&gt;From the cold evening glow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no other creature&lt;br /&gt;That saw what i could see&lt;br /&gt;I stood and watched the evening star&lt;br /&gt;As long as it watched me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116403960296910393?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116403960296910393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116403960296910393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116403960296910393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116403960296910393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/11/nine-stars-blinked-back-at-me.html' title='Nine stars blinked back at me'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116374153784738721</id><published>2006-11-16T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T05:51:51.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/DSC02128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/400/DSC02128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did these sketches a few days back. must sy its nice to have my sketch pad and soft pencils back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/DSC02127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/400/DSC02127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116374153784738721?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116374153784738721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116374153784738721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116374153784738721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116374153784738721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-sketches.html' title='Recent Sketches'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116289185155418354</id><published>2006-11-07T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:30:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  do u dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i ask the still door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and the reflections on the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;of shapes people and places ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;luminous , free floating and myraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;at moments are u caught unaware ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;by louvered strings of rememberances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;half understood , felt in some place beyond slumber ?&lt;/span&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/36199111-116289185155418354?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116289185155418354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116289185155418354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116289185155418354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116289185155418354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-dream.html' title='DO YOU DREAM'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116146309789255756</id><published>2006-10-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T06:24:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well ive checked the mail , switched off the fans , cried my tears , taken one last look at the view from the balcony , peeked into the fridge , ran a loving hand over my books ....dads telling me its time to get ready to go to the station ..gotta check if ive left anything-an excuse to potter about my fav corners .....and then to move on ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes are sure hard to say ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116146309789255756?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116146309789255756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116146309789255756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146309789255756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146309789255756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116146292526494820</id><published>2006-10-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:35:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PURRRRRRPLE SAYS IT ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116146292526494820?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116146292526494820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116146292526494820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146292526494820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146292526494820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/purrrrrrple-says-it-all.html' title='PURRRRRRPLE SAYS IT ALL'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116146116046063110</id><published>2006-10-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:06:00.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/dark-purple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116146116046063110?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116146116046063110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116146116046063110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146116046063110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116146116046063110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-purple-to-others-you-seem-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116145837951290459</id><published>2006-10-21T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T05:48:44.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/A.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flow of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unseen Unfelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thousands of colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shimmering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Busting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A diya ...flickering , struggling ..to hold on to it's essence .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tribute to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Festival of Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116145837951290459?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116145837951290459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116145837951290459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116145837951290459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116145837951290459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116138732217751815</id><published>2006-10-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:39:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Classic Alice-ism s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; From " Alice  In Wonderland "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I mean, what is an un-birthday present?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; "A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; "You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; "Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; "And how many birthdays have you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; "One."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;………………………………………………………………………………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter seven , A Mad Tea Party&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Then you should say what you nean ,” the March Hare went on .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I do”, Alice hastily replied ; “at least I mean what I say – that’s the same thing,you know.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “Why, you might just as well say that ‘ I see what I eat’ is the same as ‘I eat what I see’!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You might just as well say,” added the March Hare, “that ‘I like what I get’ is the same as ‘I get what I like’!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;…………………………………………………………………………………………….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lewis Carroll’s real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;He created the word “chortle” a combination of "snort" and "chuckle" . His poem Jabberwocky is brilliantly crazy …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; The frumious Bandersnatch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another of his words "&lt;i&gt;uffish&lt;/i&gt;" according to Lewis Carroll , suggests&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"a state of mind when the voice is gruffish, the manner roughish and the temper huffish" .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;…………………………………………………………………………………………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A friend of mine likes to invent words ….like bascalla ….. she sure should read Carrolls works .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;…………………………………………………………………………………………….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Obviously , this creative guy was not behind when it came to making mean digs …check out the Parody of the nursery rhyme ..It’s the Mad Hatters Song ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you're at!&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world you fly,&lt;br /&gt;Like a tea-tray in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;………………………………………………………………………………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Why is a childrens book so philosophical ? Or is meant to be reread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;….gleaning more meanings as one matures ????&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/36199111-116138732217751815?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116138732217751815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116138732217751815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138732217751815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138732217751815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-classic-alice-ism-s.html' title='Some Classic Alice-ism s'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116138390811049639</id><published>2006-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:38:28.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am i ??????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Multifaceted%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/Multifaceted%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116138390811049639?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116138390811049639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116138390811049639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138390811049639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138390811049639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who am i ??????????????????'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116138251943320581</id><published>2006-10-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:36:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluto - Deplanetised</title><content type='html'>For the past few days i have been thinking - poor Pluto now deplanetised . For some time now scientists have debated if Pluto is big enough to be a planet . On 24th August 2006 , the International Astronomical Association passed a new definition of planet and whoa ....the furthest planet is simply chucked out . That too a lovely little planet with its own special quirks - at certain points its wierdly tilted orbit makes it closer to the Sun than Neptune .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people in a threat at http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/science/topics/pluto_planet/index.html?excamp=GGGNplutoplanet  had the following opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNETH CHANG  &lt;p class="summary"&gt;More than 300 scientists have signed a petition protesting the definition of “ planet” decided by the International Astronomical Union.&lt;/p&gt;HENRY FOUNTAIN &lt;p class="summary"&gt;Not that there is any reason to expect astrologers to be consistent, but why is it that adding a planet changes things, but subtracting one doesn’ t?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;DENNIS OVERBYE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;The vote by astronomers on a sweeping reclassification of the solar system was described as a triumph of science over sentiment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;CLYDE HABERMAN &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;The astronomers' redefinition that demoted Pluto pretty much alters nothing, just as government officials often come up with redefinitions to try to make tough situations go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY TAKE ON THIS is that things change ..and we get used to it ....it dosent make a real difference if we call Pluto by another name n classify it as a dwarf .Soon we'll instinctively say "there are eight planets" without feeling even one percent strange . Cardinal principle of human life ...be prepared to accept change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="summary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wonder if acceptin n liking go hand in hand ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="summary"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116138251943320581?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116138251943320581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116138251943320581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138251943320581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116138251943320581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/pluto-deplanetised.html' title='Pluto - Deplanetised'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116133468508874434</id><published>2006-10-20T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:24:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabir Ka Doha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;        "Baada hua to kya hua , jaise ped Khajur&lt;br /&gt;       Paanthi ko chaaya nahi , phal laage ati dur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favourite doha's written by Kabir . It talks of how achieveing anthing or becoming a   'big person' is of no use if one dosent help others . The similie is of a Palm tree , that is tall , but it neither offers shade to travellers nor are it's fruits within reach .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said this can be applied to broken relationships also ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116133468508874434?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116133468508874434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116133468508874434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116133468508874434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116133468508874434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/kabir-ka-doha.html' title='Kabir Ka Doha'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116128960297209292</id><published>2006-10-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:26:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between Liqueur and Liquor ?</title><content type='html'>In general liqueur is a more specific term , refering to sweet alcoholic beverages , often flavoured with fruits , seeds , oils , herbs , spices , flowers and even cream . Liquor is a more general term for all alcoholic beverages made of grains or other plants wich is fermented into a potent drink . Although sugar is used in the fermentation process the result is not sugarey sweet . Liquors are now avalaible in flavoured forms but are not sweet to the palate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Liqueurs are schnapps liqueur , brandy liqueur , chocolate liqueur , grand mariner , frangelico .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Liquor are rum , gin , brandy , tequila , whiskey , vodka .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of course the fun of the pie is always in the tasting &lt;/span&gt;&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/36199111-116128960297209292?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116128960297209292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116128960297209292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116128960297209292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116128960297209292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/difference-between-liqueur-and-liquor.html' title='Difference between Liqueur and Liquor ?'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116128755811562183</id><published>2006-10-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:52:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flame Tests  Of  Metals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Bought sparklers , among other things for diwali . Its looked at as childs play , and one feels silly holding this sparkling rod and moving it in patterns like a stupid kid  ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sparkler burns slowly for a long time while a cracker is more like a controlled explosion . Very simply put , a sparkler is made by .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it is lit , the metal flames  heat up be come incandescent ( give off light ) and start to burn emitting various colours ....and i guess the bluish green sparklers that i love so much have their colour only because of copper flakes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i sure wish that i had paid a little more attention in the Chemistry lab at school . Any ways this brings me to the question of flame tests of metal - the colour shart is in the picture- which i had done in 9th Standard and cooly forgotten till now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/36199111-116128755811562183?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116128755811562183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116128755811562183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116128755811562183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116128755811562183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/flame-tests-of-metals.html' title='Flame Tests  Of  Metals'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116127110784687601</id><published>2006-10-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:02:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Jatni To Buy Fire Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Way%20to%20Jatani%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Way%20to%20Jatani%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today evening  , dad and i went to Jatni to buy t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Way%20To%20Jatani%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Way%20To%20Jatani%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he fire crackers . He goes there every year , so hes familiar with the place . Strange as it may seem , i was going to this place for the first time . It's a short drive from Nayapalli ( area i live in ) . Hardly ten mins of driving and we r on the highway with sap green fields on both sides . At times the rice fields are punctuated by water bodies , lonesome trees and a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Way%20To%20Jatani%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Way%20To%20Jatani%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; small hut here or there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Diwali%20Glitters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Diwali%20Glitters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For large part&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Way%20to%20Jatani%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Way%20to%20Jatani%2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the roads roll on free , except when the moo moo 's are around . Jatni is a big shot vegetable bazaar , cause the veggies get delivered by bulk in the Khurda-Road station . Pidley little town for most part (meagre 4-5 lakhs ) .Ya , ya i know thats a big figure , but compare it with the total Indian population (1,065,070,607 acc. 2004 est ) and ull get my point .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Cracker%20Shops%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/200/Cracker%20Shops%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were buying the crackers , i saw three girls excitedly search for deepas ( earthen lamps ) and making sure it had the perfect shape and no cracks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things , like festivals are such constants . A reason to get excited , a break in routine .....even the worst cynic , like me , gets a influences . Its at times like a vapour that sneaks in thru the slightest crack ...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116127110784687601?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116127110784687601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116127110784687601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116127110784687601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116127110784687601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-jatni-to-buy-fire-crackers.html' title='Trip to Jatni To Buy Fire Crackers'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116121100679654724</id><published>2006-10-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:24:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE mAUDLiN miNd'S sTiLL rAmBLiNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what my room looks like . And in the night when there is no sound at all, a sense of calm envelops me . Messy ..a bit&lt;br /&gt;Cause thats what makes the ambiance homely ....that painting there is of a road , thru a forest&lt;br /&gt;,with a person walking down the road . I had put it up to&lt;br /&gt;remind me of Robert Frost's poem -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;somewhereages and ages hence&lt;br /&gt;two roads diverged in a wood ,&lt;br /&gt;and i , i took the one less travelled by&lt;br /&gt;that has made all the difference"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those roses were given to me by my dad today ...i'm sure theyll remain fresh long after im gone from here . I'm listening to songs from Woh Lamhe ...and my back hurts from being in front of the computer ....something tells me to hold on ..........&lt;br /&gt;Another hour and it'll be five in the morn . If i just step out into the balcony , i'll see the dawn , i'll see the flight of the birds ,&lt;br /&gt;i'll see the dew on the rose plants , i'll feel the freshness of a new day .........&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/36199111-116121100679654724?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116121100679654724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116121100679654724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116121100679654724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116121100679654724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/maudlin-minds-still-rambling.html' title='tHE mAUDLiN miNd&apos;S sTiLL rAmBLiNG'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116120100918392605</id><published>2006-10-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:52:22.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Maudlin Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 243px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/Hurt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116120100918392605?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116120100918392605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116120100918392605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116120100918392605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116120100918392605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings-of-maudlin-mind.html' title='Ramblings of a Maudlin Mind'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116118092418515500</id><published>2006-10-18T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:14:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushstrokes from 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Lush.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;g through my sketch pads of last year ..... these sketches are some of the first ones i did in bangy .... they reflect my ideas more than the city in itself ..... but then Bangalore for me is too steeped in memories to be subjective about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore to me is a place where one can find one's feet ..slowly ....a town thats suddenly become a city . People here are very often rude n hostile , the transport system s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Lush.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/Lush.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ucks and the city has too few movie halls :) ..... but at the same time its quiet a magical place and the climate sure makes things easy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This green forest with lush red flowers , is like the world of dreams ...dense , compelling , alluring ............. reminds me of Kipplings words of caution " Dream , but dont make dreams your master"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This bike belonged to the girl who lived opposite Dr Sharma's place ( my first home in Bangy ) . I used to find it absolutely sexy that she used to ride a bike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Near Dr Sharma's house was a Kalyana Mandapa , and every other evening it would be lit up . Across the marriage hall , was a shroudy Peepul tree , which would also be lit up with the cheeku lights . After my dinner when id walk down that lane , id see the lights from far and the tree would seem enchanted to me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its memories such as these that make Bangalore my magical city , the city of drea&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/3.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ms .........&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/2.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116118092418515500?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116118092418515500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116118092418515500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116118092418515500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116118092418515500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/brushstrokes-from-2005.html' title='Brushstrokes from 2005'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116116736634451808</id><published>2006-10-18T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:29:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill Station Climate and Soggy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/1600/Wind%20Chime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8184/4040/320/Wind%20Chime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Its one of those days when u feel like rushing about and doin a lot of things or just pullin up a chair n curlin up to enjoy the cold .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food , Shelter and then Belongingness ....Maslow said all these are the basic human needs ...well they sure r my major concerns as i contemplate changing from pg accomodation !!! He forgot to add space tho ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leave home n lead the vagabond life is an absolute must if one needs to appreciate " home sweet home " . In the last three years , ive changed four accomodations ...n now i feel like a true Gipsy ...boria bistar liya aur chal pade .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mali ( gardner) had come today to do the rose cuttings ...nice day he chose ..plenty of moisture in the air . Sadly the poor babies had to be cut n now they r sittin in vases in my room . Wish they has got to see diwali ..maybe they wouldnt have liked it so much tho ..what with the smoke n noise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind chime in my room looks like the one ive drawn ...but it has a dolphin hanging in the middle ...its tinkling today ....and reminding me how nice it is to be here . Even though im all alone , and have to leave in a few days .....&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/36199111-116116736634451808?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116116736634451808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116116736634451808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116116736634451808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116116736634451808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/hill-station-climate-and-soggy-diwali.html' title='Hill Station Climate and Soggy Diwali'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36199111.post-116111682836997843</id><published>2006-10-17T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:28:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owlish Endeavours</title><content type='html'>Surely this is the generation of owls ....every other friend i meet likes staying up all night reading up , chattin , studying , partying ...anything but sleeping . I stay up too ..... usually behind a book ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i did something different ...lets see what comes of this owlish endeavour ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36199111-116111682836997843?l=huesofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/116111682836997843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36199111&amp;postID=116111682836997843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116111682836997843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36199111/posts/default/116111682836997843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofdusk.blogspot.com/2006/10/owlish-endeavours.html' title='Owlish Endeavours'/><author><name>PurpleDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380768152280455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
