<?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-22083641</id><updated>2012-01-05T11:33:36.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me...myself...my thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></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-22083641.post-6014610346638221930</id><published>2009-07-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:08:53.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evening</title><content type='html'>All day the intense sun had swathed the landscape in a shimmering mirage.&lt;br /&gt;The only reprieve was the salty breeze blowing from across the immense green sea.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, evening descended on the burning noon.&lt;br /&gt;The brightness was now engulfed by the moist pleasant dusk with its myriad hues.&lt;br /&gt;Streaks of orange glow filled the shores, which was being covered by visitors.&lt;br /&gt;The place was Kanyakumari and it was another Sunday evening on the shores of the Arabian Sea.&lt;br /&gt;At a distance one could see the Rock and the giant statue.&lt;br /&gt;Starting back from the rock was one of the last boats crowded with passengers.&lt;br /&gt;The ancient temple was thronged by crowds from across the country and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Many were devotees, many tourists and some who just went in to while away their time.&lt;br /&gt;But the multitude was gathered near the shoreline to view the giant spectacle&lt;br /&gt;And I being one of the multitudes was jostling amongst the crowd for a perfect place.&lt;br /&gt;Some had even clambered on rocks near the shoreline to get a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the evening settled, it all began.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was wrapped in a deep orange, the colors of the sky blending to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The green sea was now a shimmering with the blended hues of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the giant sun was sinking into the orange waters.&lt;br /&gt;The whole evening was misty with shades of orange, read and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;The glow wrapped us in ecstatic delight.&lt;br /&gt;There were many clicking away photographs, trying to immortalize the&lt;br /&gt;brief moment on a paper.&lt;br /&gt;There were others enjoying it, before it vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the giant orange mass was fully engulfed by the roaring seas.&lt;br /&gt;The sky returned to grey darkness, as crowds dispersed like after the end of a giant spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what an amazing phenomenon it was&lt;br /&gt;Though it occurs everyday, through the ages, it never fails to leave us spellbound.&lt;br /&gt;At times we fail to observe it, many times we ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;But each time we enjoy , it takes us deep to realize the simple beauty and joy around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-6014610346638221930?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/6014610346638221930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=6014610346638221930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/6014610346638221930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/6014610346638221930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2009/07/evening.html' title='The Evening'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-6114670000040410862</id><published>2009-07-12T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:07:45.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I decided to start again...</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I blogged consistently.Or rather I lost the zest about blogging before I could get consisitent about it.&lt;br /&gt;But today as look back I feel the need to revive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself...why do I need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a space to vent my thoughts be it silly , funny or frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to publiscize myself as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to try and slavage my long lost literary skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be all these , but more because it makes me feel closer to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me explore insignificant passing thoughts and reflect on it with greater depth.Years down the lane when life is lost in a maze of materialism I would probabaly be relieved,that I took the time to enjoy , ponder and share the way I see the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-6114670000040410862?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/6114670000040410862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=6114670000040410862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/6114670000040410862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/6114670000040410862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-decided-to-start-again.html' title='When I decided to start again...'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-2390394076595289848</id><published>2009-04-06T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:04:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellowing with Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Twenty six years is a looong time , to fight and survive in a cruel world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then again it is not even half the way of the journey ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That is what I realised as I crossed yet another milstone on that bumpy ride called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do I celebrate for having weathered yet another year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or do I worry about grey hairs and crow's feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I sure do realise the way perspectives change with each passing year.As I look back on how I have transformed from a timid schoolgirl to rebellious teenager to talktive nonchalant student to a workaholic professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I wonder today...what next could be in store !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-2390394076595289848?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/2390394076595289848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=2390394076595289848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/2390394076595289848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/2390394076595289848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2009/04/mellowing-with-time.html' title='Mellowing with Time'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-2832864238995582924</id><published>2008-03-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:13:35.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day...Another Time...</title><content type='html'>A long time has lapsed since I last printed a few words here…and along with time has changed many other factors too…&lt;br /&gt;Then I was in the hot city of Chennai….striving to achieve the many dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to break free from the meshes of monotony and dare into untrodden paths…&lt;br /&gt;I was in the midst of many dreamers like myself ; who believed that passion can drive dreams to reality…&lt;br /&gt;We were dreamers who believed in living each moment to the zenith though we know the rest of the world frowned upon us…&lt;br /&gt;And today as I write this…I am in another city …. In another country….contemplating on where those old dreams were washed out…&lt;br /&gt;London city is another exciting mix of  Victorian monuments , picturesque landscape….and spanning bridges…&lt;br /&gt;But all these fascinate me less than the dusty lanes of Chennai and the rides on ecr….&lt;br /&gt;As I realize true heaven on earth cannot be found in exotic grandeur…but in being with people who really love and care for each other….&lt;br /&gt;And like me ; the other ambitious seekers also agree that in pursuit of those lofty dreams..we all lost the zest of being mired in a life with sweet nothings !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-2832864238995582924?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/2832864238995582924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=2832864238995582924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/2832864238995582924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/2832864238995582924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-dayanother-time.html' title='Another Day...Another Time...'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-114172717103675099</id><published>2006-03-07T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:26:11.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Roads...Take me Home.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/200/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel is something which has always excited me.&lt;br /&gt;Living in different places ,meeting new people,making new friends...&lt;br /&gt;These are the things i think i would never get tired of in life.&lt;br /&gt;Every place i go to has its own share of fun n frolic.&lt;br /&gt;There are many new faces i get to see...&lt;br /&gt;Some with whom i keep in touch with the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;Some whom i am concerned about for some time...&lt;br /&gt;and some who just come n walk out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys in life seem ceaseless...partyng with pals...&lt;br /&gt;exploring new places...gossiping ol' stories....&lt;br /&gt;But one day i get tired of all this...v run out of places 2 explore...&lt;br /&gt;the treats n parties lose their charm as it becomes more of a routine&lt;br /&gt;Then i'm bogged down by life's realities... that feeling of loneliness overcomes me..&lt;br /&gt;I feel dat my routine joys r a mere gimmick....&lt;br /&gt;Then i think no more...iI just take a break n go &lt;strong&gt;HOME&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;The only place i am sure i will never get tired of..&lt;br /&gt;The place i yearn to go though it has nothing special to offer&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing there...but just sitting bak n relaxing with my family gives me d immense joy n serenity that no place can offer...&lt;br /&gt;Som good food..hours of sleep..... n d loads of care...&lt;br /&gt;Something more than enough to dispel every worry n despair......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-114172717103675099?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/114172717103675099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=114172717103675099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114172717103675099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114172717103675099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/03/country-roadstake-me-home.html' title='Country Roads...Take me Home.....'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-114068115575329669</id><published>2006-02-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:52:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Blues !!!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is the day of the week i simply dont like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend I look forward to is pretty far and i have already got over the thrills of the past weekend..&lt;br /&gt;So this particular Wednesday...that is yesterday...i wake up with the usual "Wednesday Blues"&lt;br /&gt;I scan through the Hindu opportunitis but alas...&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to be wanting a DotNet prof with less than two years exp..Another disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;So that means i really have to go to office...But wait a second..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly get this feeling that i am not feeling well...Thankfully very soon that feeling becomes a head ache,a slight fever n so on..&lt;br /&gt;Ok now nothing more to think ..i am unwell and i have a valid reason for staying back..&lt;br /&gt; I immediately go back to catch up with dat lost sleep...&lt;br /&gt;I am woken up by many fone calls about the pending tasks at office,enquiring about my health n so on..&lt;br /&gt;But somhow i manage to sleep through d whole day...&lt;br /&gt;N when i wake up in d evening i am all fresh n healthy..&lt;br /&gt;It inspired me to cook d most sumptuous dinner i have had in the last few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;The day ends and at ofice the next day i have a whole lot of tasks waiting just for me..&lt;br /&gt;But somhow i am not bogged down...N more than that i get all the more enthusiastic about blogging too..&lt;br /&gt;So i have come up with this new funda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the day off every Wednesday ...every Week...Really perks u up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-114068115575329669?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/114068115575329669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=114068115575329669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114068115575329669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114068115575329669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/02/wednesday-blues.html' title='Wednesday Blues !!!'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-114067958733271325</id><published>2006-02-22T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:26:27.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review????????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;When u really want something, the whole universe conspires to help u acheive it.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be called the most inspiring quote of recent times from Paulo Coelho's Alchemist..&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have read n re-read this book...what I am attempting to blog is not a review...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just trying to explain the fallacy in those very opening lineswhich happens to be the central theme of the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;"When u really want something the whole universe conspires to help u acheive it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the tewnty two years of life i have encountered i have always found this theory working the exact reverse.There have been times in life when i desired something or more to say was obsessed with some things..&lt;br /&gt;And there have been times when i have given myself full for that dream..but then there used to be a force so strong in the universe...that consiperd so hardlest lest i attain it....&lt;br /&gt;Starting from d chocolate i badly wanted as a kid.... to the career i wanted to make..i always felt universe and everything and everyone conspired against me..&lt;br /&gt;That made my urge for the thing even stronger...i felt i cudnt live without dat...&lt;br /&gt;I tried harder and harder...&lt;br /&gt;But i some point i learn to live without it...or rather i was forced to live without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont say life has been toally harsh...coz on looking back the things i got mite b better than the things i yearnd for...&lt;br /&gt;And at times i had even go dat thing which i really yearnd for...but i got it at a point when i had outgrown my thirst for it...when i could do without it...when i really did not need at all...&lt;br /&gt;But still i live wanting many things than ever before...knowing i would never get them...but still hoping that theory from The Alchemist would someday prove to be true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-114067958733271325?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/114067958733271325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=114067958733271325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114067958733271325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114067958733271325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/02/review.html' title='A Review????????????????????'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-114001283736760127</id><published>2006-02-15T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:39:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Always Taken....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/1600/2%20roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/200/2%20roads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day in life is no ordinary day....&lt;br /&gt;Well so was today...and that is how i end up with this post...&lt;br /&gt;It all started with filling up of this Step document..listing down unattaind n never reachable goals ,results,strengths n weakness...&lt;br /&gt;but lured by the perks and apprisal it brings i was left with no option but to pen downa hoard of nothings to impress the reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i coninue to do it...continue to work...continue to live everyday...knowing tis somthing i hardly approve of..&lt;br /&gt;Every other day begins with the hangover of last days work pressures..as i sigh to myself...oh no another day...&lt;br /&gt;And then at Office the battle begins..with the many so called proud technical tools of Microsoft..&lt;br /&gt;First it is DotNet...then the VSS...n of course the less hostile Outlook..&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the technical trash called code..chatting away with long lost friends...and finally venting out all frustrations in the name of Blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become an engineer...then a software professional...everything is more by chance than choice..&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps because i never dared to think differently...i just wanted to earn a fast buck...spend it on the entertainmnts and material junks the world has to offer...&lt;br /&gt;n finally be a winner in life...Yes certainly i am a winner...before my peers,before society...i am a winner...&lt;br /&gt;But deep within i miss something...that feeling of accomplishment...&lt;br /&gt;I knew wat in life would have given me that...but somehow i sat back...like the multitude who crib about their work and their daily chores...fettered by the many material and social nothings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point all i do is to recollect the lines of Robert Frost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sorry I could not travel both &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looked down one as far as I could &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;......I shall be telling this with a sigh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took the one less traveled by, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i say to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alas....i take the road always taken...n i still wonder why????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-114001283736760127?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/114001283736760127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=114001283736760127' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114001283736760127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/114001283736760127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/02/road-always-taken.html' title='The Road Always Taken....'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-113939390742705611</id><published>2006-02-08T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T05:15:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Retrospect......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to d Awesome Five....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:A fine evening in March&lt;br /&gt;Venue:Nigdi...Bhel chowk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas jus another day...or rather another evening....the long hours of r training was taking its toll...not dat v wer learning anytng in dotnet or java....but d very fact dat v were sittng there d whole day itself was 2 tiring...n this very evening v hardly had anything 2 do...in fact nothing 2 do.....so v ended up sittng on d front steps of dis shoping mall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual sebu was busy at sify iway.....with dat big knapsack of his full of som papersgod alone knew wat he did there...(v havnt been able 2 figure out yet)&lt;br /&gt;but midhun praveen n me being jobless had nothing better than gaping at som gals walkng up n down d road...so v sat there talkng abt d nothings in d world....talkng abt d many things in d world which made no sense n which hardly matters...abt d hard day ahead..abt d hot gals they c at kanbay...abt dinner 4 d nitewell d topics cud go on endless....&lt;br /&gt;n v suddenly realise dat twas past 10 whn sebu (being chuckd out of iway) comes n sits with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...so wat next....nearly all d shops thr hav closed...very few ppl out on d roads too....jus d dim street lites n v on d steps....d singer in sebu is aroused by d romantic ambience as he starts off "Sugamane nilavee...."for a second v r lik.."WaT?????????????"....but then b4 i get any time to think further i join him..praveen n midhun r a bit hesitant n embaressed 2 i guess...cud b bcoz they cant sing as greatly as me n sebu....but anyway after som tim evn they overcom their inhibitions...midhun as usual takes a lil' longer though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then d nite begins...as v continue one song aftr d next...in every pitch...in every tone...in every language....cmon man who cares...coz v wer singing 4 ouselves...to ourselves...n v hardly cared wat d world thought....&lt;br /&gt;but alas aneesh mathew thought differently...he parked d noisy ol' bike...came up 2 us n was lik..."wat do u guys think u r doin"&lt;br /&gt;seems twas past midnite(so he said).....n dat ppl(esp gals) r supposd 2 b bak home by then...v dint hav much of a choice coz i was already on my way bak home........again on dat noisy bike...attracting all attention of d few on d road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed...month passed...n very soon a year will pass...but something had made dat evening special...or rather memorable....coz it carried wth it a thousand melodies...of old friendship....&lt;br /&gt;v hav all parted different ways....living r own lives in r own ways.....&lt;br /&gt;but every night i walk past a closed shoppng mall in chennai i think "Some day v five r gonna sit here n sing again...some day v r gonna relive those old days.....&lt;strong&gt;yes someday&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-113939390742705611?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/113939390742705611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=113939390742705611' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/113939390742705611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/113939390742705611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/02/retrospect.html' title='A Retrospect......'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083641.post-113931514963075472</id><published>2006-02-07T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:00:24.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/1600/Bell%20of%20Silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2241/320/Bell%20of%20Silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hav been times in my life,whn i really dint know wat i wantd.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evrything arnd me seemd 2 b goin way beyond my comprehension...i had done my best ...i had put in as much as i cud...but still evrytng went wrongn i kept askng...God y me...y only me????????????????then dis beautiful prayer comes 2 my mind..."God grant me d serenity 2 accept things i cannot change.....courage 2 cahnge d things i can....n wisdom 2 know d difference..."&lt;br /&gt;somhow these 4 lines of prayer seem 2 encompass d entir e essence of life...&lt;br /&gt;captures all my grief burdens n sorrows whn it all wnt way beyond wat words cud say....&lt;br /&gt;i then get a sense of relief of havng convyd all dat i wantd 2...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the whole truth of d life v liv now has been captured in those lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is aftr all abt accepting...but definitely not accepting evrytng dat comes ur way....&lt;br /&gt;life is also abt fighting n getng ur way out...of emerging d winner whn u had lost it all but hope...&lt;br /&gt;but when do v fite bak...n whn do v accept??????????????&lt;br /&gt;reality is too hard a foe...whn it strikes u hard n sudden u can do notng but bow down b4 it....&lt;br /&gt;but u suceed only whn u r able 2 turn adversity to adventure....&lt;br /&gt;then v all emerge winners in life...but then very few of us bcom so...but y????????????????&lt;br /&gt;coz very few us know whn 2 accept reality n whn 2 fite bak.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n how do v know wat 2 do...fite bak or accept??????????&lt;br /&gt;well it is in such times dat i seek d divine guidance...n accept all dat comes as destiny's plot.......&lt;br /&gt;i mite b rite...i mite b wrong...but life is a path traversd only once.....but b glad u got 2 travel at all.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083641-113931514963075472?l=thoyakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/feeds/113931514963075472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083641&amp;postID=113931514963075472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/113931514963075472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083641/posts/default/113931514963075472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoyakat.blogspot.com/2006/02/simple-thought.html' title='a simple thought...'/><author><name>Asha Thoyakat</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104510862908773154717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rDV-TPRHDnA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/tU7jgxN7dS4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
