<?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-6909972599138923467</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:46:13.653+05:30</updated><category term='Lost love'/><category term='Life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='relations'/><category term='Human thoughts'/><category term='love'/><category term='Women&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shreya Unplugged !</title><subtitle type='html'>The Voices Warring Within Me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-8332756171742065273</id><published>2010-12-08T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:52:24.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old wine in a new bottle...</title><summary type='text'>Today, teaching is being re-defined throughout the world. Present day teachers face challenges like never before. Never in the worst of my nightmares have I ever dreamt a student could ask a teacher, “Ma’am, have you had champagne?” Not only is the teacher’s role being re-defined, but the relationship between a teacher and student is gaining new dimensions. We are not only guides and guardians, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8332756171742065273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-wine-in-new-bottle.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/8332756171742065273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/8332756171742065273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-wine-in-new-bottle.html' title='Old wine in a new bottle...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/TP--vzZRfTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjBBSLbNACk/s72-c/teacher_student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-9184290186243347407</id><published>2010-12-08T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:40:10.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Man in the Glass -by Anonymous</title><summary type='text'>When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day.
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.


For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9184290186243347407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-in-glass-by-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/9184290186243347407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/9184290186243347407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-in-glass-by-anonymous.html' title='The Man in the Glass -by Anonymous'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/TQC5BcWpeyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ue_hzXeH6QA/s72-c/hot_weird_funny_amazing_cool3_man-faces-in-mirror-9_200907260210119553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-6412160245494929964</id><published>2010-05-13T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:10:20.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A School System with a Difference...</title><summary type='text'>The college had organized an educational excursion as a part of the B.Ed programme this year to Rural Bodh in the Alwar district of Rajasthan on the 12th and 13th March, 2010. We reached Bodh on the 12th night, where we spent the night in the guest house of Bodh. It was only on the 13th morning that we got a chance to visit some of the Bodh schools. It was an enlightening experience.


The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6412160245494929964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-system-with-difference.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/6412160245494929964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/6412160245494929964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-system-with-difference.html' title='A School System with a Difference...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-6063435549173103314</id><published>2009-12-08T02:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:54:18.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My dream is to fly over the rainbow so high...</title><summary type='text'>
At some point of time or the other in our lives we all wish that things were different… Atleast a little bit, u know. Is unsatisfaction the eternal condition of mankind? Aira had met few people in her life who were satisfied with whatever they had and how their lives were. Maybe, just one or two. She could not understand. Was it she who was hankering after things to be perfect? Was she a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6063435549173103314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream-is-to-fly-over-rainbow-so-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/6063435549173103314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/6063435549173103314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream-is-to-fly-over-rainbow-so-high.html' title='My dream is to fly over the rainbow so high...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SzzsJDUwL5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/KGkN6I1RPi4/s72-c/3543681714_1aaa44e696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-1430751959239920179</id><published>2009-10-30T03:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:50:15.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>To Life, Love and Friendship! Happy Birthday, Kasturi!!!</title><summary type='text'>

Life means: A winter evening, 2 friends, 2 bottles of beer or even 2 mugs of coffee…. does it matter? Whether you drink vodka, or coffee for that matter, is immaterial. When you are 

with close friends you inevitably enjoy yourself. Yes that’s what friends mean, that’s what friendship means. You can be yourself only in front of your friends because true friends will never judge you.
This post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1430751959239920179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-life-love-and-friendship-happy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1430751959239920179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1430751959239920179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-life-love-and-friendship-happy.html' title='To Life, Love and Friendship! Happy Birthday, Kasturi!!!'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SuoVDhDfrPI/AAAAAAAAADo/x6EMD1tUGAo/s72-c/girl_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-1827740774301047179</id><published>2009-10-18T02:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:43:22.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What do Women Want?!?!</title><summary type='text'>
Frankly speaking, the answer is not that simple. This statement, I hope, is a relief for many guys who, after reading the title, must be thinking that this post is another of those pro-feminist articles. I am not talking of the movie, What Women Want, either. Also, to assure you, this is not one of those “top results” lists. So let us see what this is going to be all about. 


Rightly enough we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1827740774301047179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-women-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1827740774301047179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1827740774301047179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-women-want.html' title='What do Women Want?!?!'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/Stoy6MKEfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xsm4k4du_uU/s72-c/covermain_021028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-7760313637565955803</id><published>2009-10-13T12:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:44:34.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>His Story...</title><summary type='text'>

He woke up before her. She was still sleeping peacefully beside him. She looked so innocent, he almost wanted to kiss her, the sweet and romantic good morning kiss one sees in the movies. But that would wake her up, and he didn’t want to wake her up especially since lately she has been working her ass off at the newspaper firm. Suddenly he felt the pangs of guilt. Was he doing the right thing? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7760313637565955803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-story.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/7760313637565955803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/7760313637565955803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-story.html' title='His Story...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/StQqqGWxVLI/AAAAAAAAADI/M6M4EIBBwxE/s72-c/lonely-man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-3997107460496313613</id><published>2009-10-06T18:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:37:20.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost love'/><title type='text'>Her Story...</title><summary type='text'>
She came out of the bedroom wearing his shirt. She was still reeling from the intense passion of the night, the day seemed too bright for her. He was sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hands. He looked distant and detached, that look in his eyes pained her, and each time she saw the look she almost hated herself for loving someone so much who, it seemed, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3997107460496313613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-story.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/3997107460496313613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/3997107460496313613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-story.html' title='Her Story...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/Sss9dTYy8KI/AAAAAAAAACc/34glU64Pt9c/s72-c/406655240_e1ae3acd77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-1909058990286067378</id><published>2009-10-03T22:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:37:06.626+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost love'/><title type='text'>My Last Love</title><summary type='text'>
I fell in love with you while making tea for you,


I fell in love with you while fighting with you,

I fell in love with you while you denied your love for me,

I fell in love with you while video-chatting with you on skype,

And now I don’t know how to undo that love.




I fell in love with you while I cried on your shoulders,

I fell in love with you while I shopped for you,

I fell in love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1909058990286067378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1909058990286067378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1909058990286067378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-love.html' title='My Last Love'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/Ssgry3zlnnI/AAAAAAAAACU/417O7y8VHXM/s72-c/OQAAAIIzP36Scp07Aa5iLN6JUi6uOvZmrsC1u8-kj9G_baMNOV3LUHqzKTpEJp8jX8qIsRTVg0OpBiOiQG0Shc7wwZcAm1T1UGIwyn4FCNowSzWafOqZXibrQORK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-7781648872758147025</id><published>2009-09-27T15:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:37:18.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya...</title><summary type='text'>
Lighting the lamp of true knowledge to dispel darkness of ignorance looming large on our minds is the need of the day. `Tamso Ma Jyotirgamaya’ (Lead me from darkness unto light); so prays the devotee to God. The prayer mantras seeking light are recited in broad daylight. Does one pray for light of the day during daytime when sun is shining bright? Certainly not. Without emphasizing the obvious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7781648872758147025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/tamaso-ma-jyotirgamaya_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/7781648872758147025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/7781648872758147025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/tamaso-ma-jyotirgamaya_27.html' title='Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsDfJirUZhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/thmMeiGUAgQ/s72-c/230420097339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-1564092903891250361</id><published>2009-09-27T15:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:35:20.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Of Life, Marriage &amp; Guys...</title><summary type='text'>
Ruchi’s question on facebook about what can make a marriage work started me thinking. This is not the first time I have thought about it, and whenever I think that I will get married myself one day it gives me cold feet. The reason for the cold feet is precisely the fear that the marriage might not work. My failed relationships of the past have taught me a lot of things, to think the way I do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1564092903891250361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1564092903891250361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/1564092903891250361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-guys.html' title='Of Life, Marriage &amp; Guys...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsDg2NxKSxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wo-UF3yGnMs/s72-c/bahamas-wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909972599138923467.post-4859320093264823573</id><published>2009-09-26T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:02:02.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do I write...</title><summary type='text'>
Now that I have decided to publish... I am wondering on the mood and the tone of my blog. Is it to be a happy blog- where I record all moments that made me happy? Or is it to be a sad one- where I put down those really unhappy times? Or shall I just flow with the tide (I hate clichés!)…and make a note of whatever happens when it does?

I hate making decisions- well, that is supposed to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4859320093264823573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-i-write_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/4859320093264823573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909972599138923467/posts/default/4859320093264823573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreyanandy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-i-write_27.html' title='What do I write...'/><author><name>Shreya Nandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240833630053530024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsyhU7eDtWI/AAAAAAAAACo/IrsBQhLAakw/S220/shreya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtltQ92BoRo/SsDii-hfPvI/AAAAAAAAACM/q_w40IJLwKk/s72-c/32575262669392aa6b1_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
