<?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-6192694287955370728</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:57:03.229-08:00</updated><category term='unimaginable'/><category term='Female infanticide'/><category term='soliloquy'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful No Matter What!</title><subtitle type='html'>I have got reasons to smile at withering leaves during autumn,coz. it is needed to rejuvenate ur green moments of winter...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandhiya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313017438941069929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QNXUW7rjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iuT87YrXNgE/S220/royalgal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192694287955370728.post-1573661426804752662</id><published>2008-07-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:40:34.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SIm5qQ8ML4I/AAAAAAAAACk/JhdknLNqE5g/s1600-h/old_bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226912978293239682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SIm5qQ8ML4I/AAAAAAAAACk/JhdknLNqE5g/s320/old_bicycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Remembering my bicycle days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My only treasure was my bicycle,&lt;br /&gt;With it I rode all the roads.&lt;br /&gt;Rains have crushed my insides.&lt;br /&gt;Still I remember that drop which touched my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Even thunders were disparaged.&lt;br /&gt;Cold did not throb.&lt;br /&gt;After days I can remember only,&lt;br /&gt;How my heart was washed with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Sun has scorched my head.&lt;br /&gt;Reprimands where not responded.&lt;br /&gt;I know the long lane waited for me to ride&lt;br /&gt;Along my way I saw not only springs but autumn too.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought of the springs waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Withering leaves too gave reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Later I realized that my destiny was not what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I want the ride and won’t mind my road.&lt;br /&gt;Was alone with my rides, rain and burning sun.&lt;br /&gt;My ride is over now.&lt;br /&gt;My bicycle is on the lonely corner.&lt;br /&gt;It’s rusted with paint worn to shred,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to care…&lt;br /&gt;Now in my solitude when I think&lt;br /&gt;It’s not my lessons that made my life worthy,&lt;br /&gt;But only my voyages have made my days tasty.&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/6192694287955370728-1573661426804752662?l=spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/feeds/1573661426804752662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192694287955370728&amp;postID=1573661426804752662' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/1573661426804752662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/1573661426804752662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-my-bicycle-days-my-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandhiya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313017438941069929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QNXUW7rjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iuT87YrXNgE/S220/royalgal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SIm5qQ8ML4I/AAAAAAAAACk/JhdknLNqE5g/s72-c/old_bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192694287955370728.post-4551766441785921081</id><published>2008-04-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:31:28.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unimaginable'/><title type='text'>It aches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SADxbRMyvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/jNXWp2NXGlU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SADxbRMyvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/jNXWp2NXGlU/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188412221506633442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most painful matter i have ever read...During a chaos in a paricular Indian state the rebellions attacked a pregnant lady and tore her womb and took out the foetus and threw it into fire and shouted around it...&lt;br /&gt;          Is anything more needed to show our cruelty and irresponsibility?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192694287955370728-4551766441785921081?l=spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/feeds/4551766441785921081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192694287955370728&amp;postID=4551766441785921081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/4551766441785921081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/4551766441785921081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-aches.html' title='It aches...'/><author><name>Sandhiya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313017438941069929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QNXUW7rjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iuT87YrXNgE/S220/royalgal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/SADxbRMyvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/jNXWp2NXGlU/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192694287955370728.post-1608161017447679023</id><published>2008-03-22T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:53:58.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female infanticide'/><title type='text'>Prayer At Her Last Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-TUX0W7rkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VXJeIZIDmg/s1600-h/girlbackhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-TUX0W7rkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VXJeIZIDmg/s320/girlbackhand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180498977039822402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The womb was dark.&lt;br /&gt;There was no one to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Not a scene to behold,&lt;br /&gt;No frenzied tales to be told.&lt;br /&gt;She was all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Her tears added to the liquid around.&lt;br /&gt;She is no more a foetus,&lt;br /&gt;She has a heart and some blood, &lt;br /&gt;To sense and shed.&lt;br /&gt;She had dreams to see this world,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss her mom...&lt;br /&gt;To cling to her dad...&lt;br /&gt;To play with her siblings...&lt;br /&gt;She could hear her mom biding adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Alas,no one could listen to her weeps...&lt;br /&gt;She has to move to a newer world..&lt;br /&gt;Not even a soul to caress there,&lt;br /&gt;Only devils dreaming to harass her.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did the final ceremony&lt;br /&gt;They bade her goodbye,crying&lt;br /&gt;"May her soul rest in peace..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192694287955370728-1608161017447679023?l=spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/feeds/1608161017447679023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192694287955370728&amp;postID=1608161017447679023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/1608161017447679023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/1608161017447679023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer-at-her-last-seconds.html' title='Prayer At Her Last Seconds'/><author><name>Sandhiya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313017438941069929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QNXUW7rjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iuT87YrXNgE/S220/royalgal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-TUX0W7rkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VXJeIZIDmg/s72-c/girlbackhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192694287955370728.post-2762977956542709339</id><published>2008-03-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:21:41.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soliloquy'/><title type='text'>When Do We Turn Selfish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QDu0W7rfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f9tBs8M0m0M/s1600-h/a3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180269574246608370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QDu0W7rfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f9tBs8M0m0M/s320/a3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were born with hands free to hold anyone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We did not mind who was next to us in classes,shared lunches,had quarrels,performed tantrums!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We grew up...Parents pressurized us to outwit our peers who then turned our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;counterparts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We aspired to win this world...get accolades, wanted recognition..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We squeezed ourselves in meaningless competitions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;We now have jobs,money and caring spouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;We rush this life chasing our beloved materialistic dreams and obviously win them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will ultimately end our race &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; with castles on cash...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have we ever thought of those refugees leaving the lands they were born,were they played and were they made love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have ever prayed for those who were differently abled,physically or mentally challenged? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We waste our money and time in building landmarks with marbles paved and woodwork decorated instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; lively bonds with people who need us to share and care...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We professionals too selfish to turn around and appreciate the falling snow preferring the falling dollar value...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;When are we going turn human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;When are we going to feel the hunger of hundred thousands which is the only true pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;When will we understand and sympathize the child which works for you sparing studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is all about living and not existing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an alarm to the extinction of empathy... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192694287955370728-2762977956542709339?l=spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/feeds/2762977956542709339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192694287955370728&amp;postID=2762977956542709339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/2762977956542709339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192694287955370728/posts/default/2762977956542709339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spreadseeds-lifesforit.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-do-we-turn-selfish.html' title='When Do We Turn Selfish?'/><author><name>Sandhiya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313017438941069929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QNXUW7rjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iuT87YrXNgE/S220/royalgal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlEfW7dRGmE/R-QDu0W7rfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f9tBs8M0m0M/s72-c/a3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
