<?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-25855925</id><updated>2011-08-15T08:55:21.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aura of Ecstacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-6177904545665551713</id><published>2007-09-08T22:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:26:05.755+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 105, 180);"&gt;Life changes, how fast, how subtly.... Leading you through unseen roads, unfelt desires. Sometimes I wonder, how greatly luck plays a part in our lives. It just makes or breaks a person. This world, which has done away with the hierarchical structures, has produced more beggars than yesterworld. Yet, the only difference between the child searching the garbage car for some rotten food and me, traveling to a plush office, is only that of luck ... just was too lucky to have been born to a middle-class family and the child just too unlucky to be poor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 105, 180);"&gt;But no one has seen tomorrow. What if I am unlucky any day to lose suddenly all my fortunes? Cases as such abound in everyday's newspapers, for example the situation of Geetanjali Nagpal, who used to walk the ramp with Sushmita Sen ... Such small observations of life often leave me shuddering ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 105, 180);"&gt;It's such an irony co-exixting ... in an age when man is believed to create his own destiny, luck subtly pulls the strings in the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-6177904545665551713?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6177904545665551713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=6177904545665551713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/6177904545665551713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/6177904545665551713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2007/09/unseen.html' title='The Unseen'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-5488882928787779323</id><published>2007-03-17T10:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:47.768+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you be with me through all phases of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/Rg8ymNE-wgI/AAAAAAAAABc/akpyuvyJ_mk/s1600-h/flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048309339232584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/Rg8ymNE-wgI/AAAAAAAAABc/akpyuvyJ_mk/s400/flowers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this life of running fast and faster, "I" was somewhat getting lost in the wilderness! In the rush of the office hours, I was lost. In the irony and coincidence of my daily life, I was lost. Among the masks and masquerades, I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;My "self" went raving for one corner to express itself. The corner where the bud, so long repressed, can find the freedom to bloom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was the first of April, 2006. The sun dawned on a new day and I made a new discovery! I cried out of joy! At last I had found the most appropriate thing to gift my 'self'. I decorated it beautifully and quietly went on working. Afterall I had planned a surprise! Later in the day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when the mind brimmed with thoughts, and I went on following norms and the 'self' drooped clumsily, I quietly took it out and Bang! There was the surprise gift - My Blog space! My self was overwhelmed! Searched for great names for such a beautiful gift, and then was born "My World", "Glowing Thoughts" and "Aura of Ecstacy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's a year now that you, my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt; space, have been my best friend. Many a thoughts have been poured, much happiness shared, many wishes flown, many dreams distributed, much love collected, wise thoughts too. And so I have been making my heart light, increasing my happiness, decreasing my woes and dreaming together, here, on your space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And today, on your birthday, dear &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;, I wish you a very long life and may you be by my side, just as this, for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday dear!&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/25855925-5488882928787779323?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5488882928787779323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=5488882928787779323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/5488882928787779323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/5488882928787779323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/wish-you-be-with-me-throgh-all-phases.html' title='Wish you be with me through all phases of my life!'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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/_j4v7_YRb9E0/Rg8ymNE-wgI/AAAAAAAAABc/akpyuvyJ_mk/s72-c/flowers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-116703254173588288</id><published>2006-12-25T10:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:52:55.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/949/2648/1600/250132/holiday5-large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/949/2648/320/871246/holiday5-large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing all my Blogger Friends a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the wishes bring for you loads of pleasant surprises and fill your year ahead with joy and cheer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-116703254173588288?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/116703254173588288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=116703254173588288' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116703254173588288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116703254173588288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishing-all-my-blogger-friends-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-116549608941743315</id><published>2006-12-07T15:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:19:07.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;Who am I?? Where am I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;It kills! Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;When your company brings up a new business idea and you alone are given the responsibility to work on the first project of the 'genre'.Yes, I am that scapegoat on the verge of sacrificing my consciousness for my as-it-seems (or so it tries to show) gallant lover- my Company. It seems really an honour in the beginning, bright roads inviting you for the first step on its stones, a buzz of excitement, a thrill... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;But that's all a momentary bliss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;Soon a cavalcade of complications will sweep you in, facing the unknown for the first time with no solutions to look forward to. The solution too needs to be created according to the complication and by the time that's done a brand new complication stares at your face with an ugly never-letting-win grin. And zoop! You're killed again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;This goes on and on, laying an example and a document for others to follow, me facing all probs with a daring heart to let others anticipate them beforehand that will come with readymade solutions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;And so am I in a state of a sleepless zombie.... my mind an empty page with all creative thoughts sucked in by the damnable work pressure... My fingers working on the keyboard like a robot's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;So please excuse me writing all these crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36648b;"&gt;Will soon be back with something pleasant:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-116549608941743315?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/116549608941743315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=116549608941743315' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116549608941743315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116549608941743315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-am-i-where-am-i-it-kills-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-116236109899772855</id><published>2006-11-01T08:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:11:19.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Thinking What I Am Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HER DIARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, soI thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS DIARY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today India lost the cricket match&lt;br /&gt;against Pakistan. GOD DAMN IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Came across by the mail today that turned my thoughts all topsy turvy .... Waiting for your views Friends....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-116236109899772855?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/116236109899772855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=116236109899772855' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116236109899772855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/116236109899772855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-you-thinking-what-i-am-thinking.html' title='Are You Thinking What I Am Thinking?'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-114933278107954683</id><published>2006-06-03T14:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:10:14.798+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An unfathomable feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The weather is so beautiful today. A cloudy sky, a soft breeze, a fresh smell...When my bus sped through Dalhousie...Maidan, I just wanted to jump out from it to the vast green fields, have a walk along the road with rows of Krishnachura trees lining it.Some bright yellow and red&lt;br /&gt;Krishnachura flowers were let loose by the breeze which silently and softly kissed the gound which was already adorned with lots of such flowers. Some sweet lilac flowers (apologies for not knowing it's name) added to the beauty and charm. It was all so beautiful! I really wish to board down from the bus there someday. Everyday I pass through the place, I make the same wish and none of the days can I fulfil it for the office bell in my mind reminds me that I'm on my way to office. I'd love to go on a long walk there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-114933278107954683?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114933278107954683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=114933278107954683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114933278107954683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114933278107954683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/06/unfathomable-feeling-weather-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-114666061703287295</id><published>2006-05-18T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:07:19.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/boredom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/320/boredom.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/boredom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00688b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The desire to kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;Thankfully I haven't experienced many such moments when you feel the thrash of boredom unleashed on you.But I regret that this is such a moment.It's tearing me apart I swear. But now, that I have started writing, I'm sure to endanger time and confront it's attacks. I'm gonna kill it now a second by second with my fingers, the keyboard, words and the blog.But again I regret . It's one of those dreary times when no ideas come to your mind to write a blog, still you want to write one. The whirpool of such a crisis is sucking me into it. Desperate to write something, but a huge blanket of darkness like the one which covers a starless sky. The stars aren't absent but are just blanketed with a layer of clouds. Such clouds have now cluttered my idea-box. I shake it, bang it , hammer it, but with no effect. The box just won't open. I at last have to write whatever I find, anyway that's what blog's for.Thanx to&lt;em&gt; blogger.com&lt;/em&gt; for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-114666061703287295?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114666061703287295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=114666061703287295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114666061703287295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114666061703287295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/05/desire-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-114778590952420330</id><published>2006-05-16T14:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:06:42.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Enigma!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/eye.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/320/eye.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A crowd of people arguing over a single petty issue is a common sight in Kolkata.Some take sides, some curiously peep over other's shoulders, some stand grave with slight changes in expressions, others observe the fun of the entire affair.The small crowd I passed by today,was no exception,the quarrel ensuing supposedly from a hundred rupee note.Of the details I am totally ignorant .But I could see heated up people engaged in serious arguments.The by-passers either just moved on curiously gazing at them, one or two even joined the crowd.Just beside the mob,just at the footsteps of the people,there was a beggar,sitting forlorn. The people too much engaged in conversations didnot observe her. They did not care either. Nor did anybody who passed by, or who adjusted their positions so that they did not mistakenly hit her.She was sitting there sombre and silent.Her eyes exuded a peculiar expression.There was disgust of the cacophony beside her,a sense of disinterestedness and detachment,they were never anxious but always seemed to reflect a sense of ridiculousness."Of what?"I began to wonder.Perhaps of the absurdity of the world around, of the argument over petty materialistic issues that is only somebody's today and the other person's the next day.Perhaps a firm grappling onto the earth has enabled her to imbibe a graver understanding of life which propounds the solemn fuitility of all earthly matters.This stings the entire affair with the venom of vanity.Hence , perhaps, the strange admixture of antipathy and ludicrousness that her eyes exuded.The pale, profound eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-114778590952420330?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114778590952420330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=114778590952420330' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114778590952420330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114778590952420330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/05/enigma-crowd-of-people-arguing-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-114508856926350830</id><published>2006-04-15T22:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:56:48.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/bengali_newyear_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/320/bengali_newyear_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NABOBARSHO&lt;/em&gt; : A BENGAL UNVEILED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;oday is 15th of April,&lt;em&gt; Banglar Nabobarsho&lt;/em&gt;. In the bygone years, it just meant a holiday and taking blessings from elders in the morning. That was what it was all about for me. But this year I had a real taste of &lt;em&gt;Nabobarsho&lt;/em&gt;.It was splendid to see that even though an emulation of Western culture is tremendously in vogue, Bengal has not lost its indigenous culture and traditions. And its on ocassions like this that we feel the throb of Bengal. Shockingly and more sadly, today is a working day for me. However like other years the day began with asking blessings from God and my parents. The new dress was ready for me(that's the best part of the festivity,I feel), and I was ready with my mobile ( to receive and send New Year messages, and that's a good part too). On my way to the office, I could see many &lt;em&gt;bangali bhadrolok&lt;/em&gt; , and young guys in our day-old, but never out-of-date, traditional &lt;em&gt;paijama-panjabi,&lt;/em&gt; carrying idols of gods or buying flowers for the puja.The shops have been opened early today, and the shop-owners busily decorating the shops.Moreover, all people in bright new dresses really made the day a new one.&lt;em&gt;Mishtimukh&lt;/em&gt; is an inseparable part of any bengali ocassion and today is no exception. So I found the Sweet-meat shops to be the most crowded. Everything was however the same once I reached office. But the &lt;em&gt;Poila&lt;/em&gt;(first) experience of &lt;em&gt;Poila Baishak&lt;/em&gt;, was what made the day a special one for me. It was good to see that Bengal is still living, in its own way, in its own culture, own traditions, where even the powerful west falls feeble and the indigenous emerges triumphant&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/25855925-114508856926350830?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114508856926350830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=114508856926350830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114508856926350830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114508856926350830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/nabobarsho-bengal-unveiled-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25855925.post-114474267013134560</id><published>2006-04-10T22:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:52:40.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Today's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;There are times when you feel very happy or sad for asolutely no reasons. Today is one such day for me. I feel very happy and not feel like working. Rather my high spirits want me to fly out to an open space, run, jump and play. Everything in the world doesn't have to have a reason, does it? That's the cosmic rule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;Happiness is really the gift that you are not endowed upon everyday though it's not &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; rare afterall. It's in everything you do or see. Only you need to search it out. Here's a sweet secret for you: try to look at the positive side of a matter and you have found it! It's the happiness deep within that emits the positive vibes which attract similar people towards you or make the gloomy ones feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happiness is catching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Litter it all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Emit an aura of ecstacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And bound others around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But if your mood is gloomy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hide yourself away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or maybe you'll ruin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Someone else's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happiness is infectious...&lt;br /&gt;But it's never an excess...&lt;br /&gt;Start an epidemic...&lt;br /&gt;Spreading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25855925-114474267013134560?l=auraofecstacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114474267013134560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25855925&amp;postID=114474267013134560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114474267013134560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25855925/posts/default/114474267013134560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auraofecstacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-diary-there-are-times-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
