<?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-32949764</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:12:40.752+05:30</updated><category term='FICTION'/><category term='Autobiography??'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dreams Of the Krazy 'N' Lazy ME!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog where the stories and poems penned down by me are published.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-1274669075967110423</id><published>2011-01-17T18:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:18:23.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Train</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the Bangalore City,&lt;br /&gt;On a morning totally misty,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a Railway Station so dusty,&lt;br /&gt;Was me, sipping a hot cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of the duty,&lt;br /&gt;No happiness, no anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to enjoy the liberty,&lt;br /&gt;Was the story of my week, so lofty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered a train with seats aplenty,&lt;br /&gt;Selected a seat after some ambiguity,&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to look around my proximity,&lt;br /&gt;There I saw the girl, who changed my life's priority!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/TTQ6O4OJ_DI/AAAAAAAABk0/5EhZxpUkGOk/s1600/train.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/TTQ6O4OJ_DI/AAAAAAAABk0/5EhZxpUkGOk/s200/train.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could catch a glimpse of her face, so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Felt the true personification of real beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Praising the amazing creation of the almighty,&lt;br /&gt;How I wished her next seat was empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just sit and stare at her till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the sudden birth of an affinity,&lt;br /&gt;A certain calmness in her face and the divinity,&lt;br /&gt;made me wonder was she an angel, or a figment of reality!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up to talk to her, may be a fatuity,&lt;br /&gt;She too was looking into my eyes now, with infirmity,&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, came a voice calling her, "Sweety!",&lt;br /&gt;It was the love of her life, holding THAT cup of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished her next seat was empty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-1274669075967110423?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/1274669075967110423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=1274669075967110423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/1274669075967110423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/1274669075967110423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2011/01/train.html' title='The Train'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/TTQ6O4OJ_DI/AAAAAAAABk0/5EhZxpUkGOk/s72-c/train.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-4977314538988486008</id><published>2009-01-15T22:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:56:28.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Febraury 14</title><content type='html'>It was a sunny afternoon. Sun seemed to be angry for some reason and was making everyone sweat like anything. But still, the air was filled with love everywhere. It was Feb 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people were sitting in a very calm restaurant having a conversation. One seemed to be very excited to express everything and the other was highly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why we met today, that too in this calm restaurant?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya. Obviously to have lunch na?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me rephrase it. Do you know why we met today, on Feb 14th?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's Feb 14th! I had forgotten it. Happy Valentine's day! So you're giving me a treat coz its Valentine's day??"&lt;br /&gt;"Arey yaar. Haven't you ever realized that there's a very strong bond between us?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya I know we're really very good friends. There's really a very strong bond between us."&lt;br /&gt;"No. I mean, we've a lot in common. Our tastes match, our interests match, our intentions are similar."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly. We really are the best of the friends."&lt;br /&gt;"What I'm trying to say is, don't you think whats going on between us is something more than friendship? Something more precious?"&lt;br /&gt;"I know its not just a friendship existing between us. I know you're more than a friend to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Let me put it straight. The thing is, I can't help but realizing that I miss you wherever I go and I have very strong feelings towards you. I want to be with you only all the time and I enjoy it a lot when I talk to you.  I smile just by reading a single message from you and whenever I am alone, I think about you. Let me sum it up..."&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. I'll finish it first. Whatever I told now, after summing it all up, I think that's what they call love. In that case, I really Love You a lot and lot. Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. That's why we met today? Stop this and be more practical. Whatever exists between us is just a friendship. Its just an infatuation. Think seriously and again, be more practical!"&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't neglect it just like that. Listen to me and think about it seriously just once at least. I really love you and I have never felt about any other person in my entire life. Just the thought of spending my entire life with you makes me excited. Its practical also. Simply don't give such replies. Do think about what I have said seriously. I Love You!"&lt;br /&gt;"How can i believe you? I am confused now. Its impossible. We're just friends."&lt;br /&gt;"No. Please. I can do anything to prove that I love you. My feelings are really strong and unique. I want to spend my entire life only with you. You know how boring I was before. But now a days, haven't you realized that I'll be always smiling and even blushing whenever I'm with you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Those are all filmy dialogues. Will do anything, blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;"But I mean it. You don't believe it? Then let me write some lines on you right here, right now. Wait...&lt;br /&gt;A treasure worth more than a fortune lies&lt;br /&gt;in your most beautiful, gorgeous eyes..&lt;br /&gt;I even forgot to take my breath for a while&lt;br /&gt;when I was lost somewhere, looking at your smile..&lt;br /&gt;And.."&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough. Do you really mean it all?"&lt;br /&gt;"To the core. I just can't live without you."&lt;br /&gt;"Assume that I too love you. But it's impossible practically. I'm from a very orthodox family. It's not at all possible to convince them if I'm in love. That too between us, just forget it."&lt;br /&gt;"We'll try to convince them. Its up to us to take decisions regarding us since they won't be leading our life na. They can't change the fact that we love each other.."&lt;br /&gt;"..I haven't yet told you tha.."&lt;br /&gt;"And if they disagree also, we can live on our own. They have to accept the fact anyways. Otherwise they'll lose their precious daughter. I know you trust me!"&lt;br /&gt;"I am confused."&lt;br /&gt;"There're so many girls here, but I never liked anyone except you. You're the one for me. Please tell me that you love me."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really love me that much?"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more than I love my mom or any living soul on this earth."&lt;br /&gt;"Will you keep me happy throughout?"&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever I do will be for our happiness only. We'll have a blast always. Trust me. I really love you that much."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid that I'm the only daughter to my parents and I'd have to leave them for you. But I too have realized that I love you."&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it darling! I knew it! Uff. Even my parents might lose their only daughter!" SHE replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-4977314538988486008?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/4977314538988486008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=4977314538988486008' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/4977314538988486008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/4977314538988486008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2009/01/febraury-14.html' title='Febraury 14'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-8192261446177572391</id><published>2008-02-19T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:34:57.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER LOVE STORY....</title><content type='html'>When i was young, there were times when. i would close my eyes, take a deep breathe and hold it... wishing that everything around me would come to a standstill.Wishing I could change some things around me.&lt;br /&gt;I could never hold my breath long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am-bath and breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;7.30am-3pm _ college,&lt;br /&gt;3.30 to 6.30 _ sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;6.30 to 9.30 _ studying!,&lt;br /&gt;9.30 - dinner,&lt;br /&gt;11- sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my daily routine before.... before i was introduced to some fascinating things called INTERNET and ONLINE CHATTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET- The place where I met her for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET- The thing which amazingly changed my routine time table to :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am - 12pm - 12am (24 hrs) __ Waiting for her message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me give a clear picture. After meeting her online and chatting with her for a long time, i felt like sheš the one! she has got to do something in my life atleast! May be sheš my lucky star. May be she can do miracles in my life and all. But SHUT UP! sheš just an online friend and i have never met her before. I dont even know everything about her properly! Sheš just a good online friend and thatš it! But, If so, then why does she always come in my dreams? Why does she always make me smile for no reasons? Is it a crush or an attraction or is it the most special 4 lettered word,- LOVE?? Come on! Stop misunderstanding and exaggerating a most common situation! Millions of people meet online daily. Millions of people become friends online daily. If all of ēm started to think like this, then a thousand people find their love every second! Stop thinkin shit! Hmmm.. May be i should not think about her like that. After all i havent met her even once! I haven't even seen her pic once! Only i have uploaded my pic and she has seen me. She gave me her cell no. finally. :) So 'll be always chatting in mobile itself and stopped coming online. I always used to inform her in the cell wherever i am going, coz who knows, I might meet her by a co incidence.!&lt;br /&gt;I started expressing my feelings finally. Even though i had not seen her, i told that i love her! Crazy! Like a hero, i told her that i 'll love her no matter how her physical appearance is, and i love her coz of her character and all. And she accepted it! Oh, finally i have got my soulmate. If she chats so nicely, obviously she'll be good looking and I'll enjoy my life to the core if she's with me!&lt;br /&gt;But whenever i asked her to meet me, she used to give some reasons and all, and as a result we never met for some 8 months or so. At that time, i had picturized her in my mind itself, and reached such an extent that I couldn't spend a single hour without her messages! Stupid cellphones! They're the main reason for 70% of the teens to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one day, she told me that she is in my college and wanted to meet me! Wow! I started to get nervous. What will I talk with her when we meet? Thank god there is a rose shop in front of our college. I took a bouquet of flowers and started walking towards the parking lot, where she told she was waiting. How come there were soo many good looking gals in our college suddenly? I saw hundreds of cute gals on my way suddenly! Where were these gals till today? May be its a good sign. They were like angels directly from the heaven. Finally I came to the parking lot. To meet the girl of my destiny? What will the destiny have for me in its bag? I'll know about it in a few seconds. There she was. A gal sitting all alone in the parking lot. She has to be the one.  She had long hairs and wearing a salwar. Hmm.. well-cultured, i thought. I called her name. She turned around.....&lt;br /&gt;God!! How could you do this to me?? She was completely opposite to whatever I had imagined. No, this can't happen. I wanted a good lookin gal. I can't live my whole life with this gal, who was looking like a total stranger to me. Was she really the one with whom i had shared all my feelings? Can't be. Somewhere deep inside me, an alarm was ringing, telling me to behave nicely. But i ignored it! She gave me a smile, for which i replied sarcastically. I asked her why she came there. She started telling that finally she got a chance to meet the prince of her dreams and all. But who listens to her anymore? I showed that bouquet and said that someone has proposed me and gave me that bouquet and i accepted it, and i can't continue anything with her. Told her that whatever had happened was meaningless since we never met and asked her to stay as a friend only if she wants and left. May be there were a few drops of tears in her eyes. But come on! Be realistic. Think practically. It was impossible to continue a relationship with her. Some of those sitting angels were disappointed in me as i realized on my way back. One among them was damn cute.Have I seen her somewhere before? seems like a deja vu!  I gave a smile to her, but she just gave a stare as if i am the villain of a good old hindi movie! So I became a single again... and ready to mingle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3-4 years..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually I had stopped messaging her. She was just a nobody in my life now. Still i somehow was missing her, regretting what all i did with her. Should I really love someone again? Am i qualified to love again, after somehow cheating her? Or did I really love her some 3-4 years ago? Is that what people call as love? If not, then I still don't know what love is. I already got placed in a very good IT company, which gives me a pretty fair amount of money as my income. So, I'm almost settled in my life, except that there is no LOVE in my life. Wish I could meet her again. However she might be to look at, she had really understood me. Do I still have a chance to correct my mistakes by apologizing to her? Is there a chance for me to hook up with her again? I should've never judged her by her appearance. The biggest mistake i had ever committed........&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly on 13th feb, I got a message from her, asking me to meet her again in the same spot! Wow! That was something which really made me happy after a very long time. I even started to dance alone! God finally listened to me it seems. So, I shouldn't spoil it this time. Then I prepared a small speech of very deep and touching apologizes. That too she asked me to meet on the valentine's day this time! Definitely it has got to do something. May be she came to know that I'm regretting a lot. After all, she was the first gal to have really understood me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I purchased a very romantic card for her and wrote my own little poem for her. May be she'll like it. Finally I went to my good old college, now full of pretty juniors. But parking lot was empty this time, except for a gal, damn cute. Have I seen her somewhere before? Seems like a deja vu....! I called her name. That ugly gal, whom i left was nowhere to be found. This cute gal stood up instead! And she was also having a card in her hand. The alarm suddenly started ringing deep inside me. My brain started remembering things suddenly. This gal.... was the one, who was sitting there when I was speaking to the ugly gal. This gal... was the one, who stared at me sarcastically when i gave a smile to her. This gal.... was the one, who was also in the theater when i went to a movie 3-4 years ago... She was also there when I had gone out to roam around the city so many times, 3-4 years ago! But i never observed it.. that she was observing me! Before i spoke to the ugly gal... After that incident, I had never seen her. It means.... A big jigsaw puzzle, when put together started to give me the facts that this cute gal was..... the one..... who was supposed to be my soulmate! She was.. the actual one and that ugly gal was a fake one! God! What's all this? I can't think about anything anymore. What happened to me? She was judging me during that time, sitting there, testing whether my love was real. But I failed in it completely. But right now, what was she doing here with a card in her hand? Do i still have a chance? I wanted to give the romantic card to her, but no words were coming out of my mouth. I was totally speechless. She spoke to me for the first time... Just summarized everything in 2 sentences.. "You never understood me. You never knew the meaning of love". May be I saw a small droplet of tear from her eyes, without realizing a few more drops flowing out of my own eyes!  She gave that card to me and left, never turning around. She can't leave me like this in the middle of everything, while I started to discover the truth just now. Who knows whats there in her card? May be she wants to surprise me by giving this card and she might be waiting near the gate for me? A card on the valentine's day means there has to be something!&lt;br /&gt;I opened the card finally.&lt;br /&gt;It was ........ her WEDDING CARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, there were times when. i would close my eyes, take a deep breathe and hold it... wishing that everything around me would come to a standstill.Wishing I could change some things around me.&lt;br /&gt;I could never hold my breath long enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-8192261446177572391?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8192261446177572391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=8192261446177572391' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/8192261446177572391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/8192261446177572391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2008/02/yet-another-love-story.html' title='YET ANOTHER LOVE STORY....'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-8181551075697930391</id><published>2008-02-09T08:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:24:18.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Waited all my life for you..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I think of you so often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Many memories flood my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Simple thoughts of loveliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; So gentle and so kind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I hold onto these visions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; With conviction and desire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; For you, my love, are the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Who builds and stokes the fire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; The tenderness of your touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; The gentleness in your soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Both have nursed my aching heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And filled an empty hole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I owe my life to you, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I didn't even have a clue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; No one has ever done to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; The things you wonderfully do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I tell you this so you will know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; As surely as tides rise and flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; My love for you is real and true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I have waited all my life for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-8181551075697930391?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8181551075697930391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=8181551075697930391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/8181551075697930391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/8181551075697930391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-of-you-so-often-many-memories.html' title='Waited all my life for you..........'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-1915516987375735356</id><published>2008-02-06T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:57:25.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                  Sometimes at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; when I look at the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 Why do I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; I think and smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 because I know the list could run on for a mile..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 The whisper of your voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;the warmth of your touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 so many little things that make me love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 The way you support me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;and help with my every emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 the way that you care and show such devotion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;The way your eyes shine when you look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 lost with you forever is where I want to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 The way that I feel when you're by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 a sense of completion and overflowing pride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 the possibilities I see and the things we can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 but all you really must know is my love for you is real...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-1915516987375735356?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/1915516987375735356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=1915516987375735356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/1915516987375735356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/1915516987375735356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-5319397463915294981</id><published>2008-02-05T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:06:51.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back!!</title><content type='html'>Frenz, aftr  enjoyin the engg. life frm the past 17 months, finally i have started to update my blogs again...!&lt;br /&gt;and i know nobody is waitin fr my blogs lik the release of a new aamir or shahruck flick as of now :)&lt;br /&gt;hope to write some interestin stuff here frm my next blog.... includin some stupid poems and stuff! plzz bear me... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-5319397463915294981?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/5319397463915294981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=5319397463915294981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/5319397463915294981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/5319397463915294981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!!'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-115597805206654786</id><published>2006-08-19T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:04:25.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiography??'/><title type='text'>About ME</title><content type='html'>Now let me tell more about myself and my friends first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 4th 1989&lt;br /&gt;The day in which i opened my eyes for the first time..... the day in which i saw the world for the first time..... the day in which i felt mom's love for the first time.... and the list continues...&lt;br /&gt;that means my b'day is on june 4th.. thats all...&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a little village near a place called kuppalli (the birth place of the great poet kuvempu).. and after my birth, till i completed my 2nd pu, i stayed in shimoga... its my hometown...&lt;br /&gt;In my primary school days, our school (royal school) was so small that only 4 members were in my batch and among the 4, i was the only boy in that school!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then completed my middle primary days in a bigger school called vasavi vidyala... enjoyed a lot there..and then i joined the best school in shimoga for my high school days-DVS... and stayed there till i completed my 2nd pu....&lt;br /&gt;I had lots and lots of friends in my high school and college days and i will be the proudest person to tell that the 2006 K-CET topper and the board exam topper Bharath P Bhat was (is) my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;In our high school days, we created a gang of four members among us named The V.BOYz... where&lt;br /&gt;V--&gt;Vishwas&lt;br /&gt;B--&gt;Bharath&lt;br /&gt;O--&gt;Onkar&lt;br /&gt;Y--&gt;Yashwanth(dats me!)&lt;br /&gt;But its a pity that one of our member onkar was shifted to pune after completing 10th.... The other 3 of us stayed together till we completed our 2nd pu...But now, bharath moved to IIT kharagpur (no.1 institution in india)... and vishwas stays in shimoga... and i m moving to Bangalore...&lt;br /&gt;I had many other close friends like raghavendra, smitha, vishishta, anusha, etc etc and if i go on telling about everyone, it never ends...all these people made my life very special... they were all god gifts to me...&lt;br /&gt;Now, telling about me,  I got a seat in BMS college bangalore and got into engineering in computer science... coool na???????&lt;br /&gt;and i will tell lotz of other things about me in my next postings... keep waiting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-115597805206654786?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/115597805206654786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=115597805206654786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/115597805206654786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/115597805206654786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-me-and-my-friends.html' title='About ME'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32949764.post-115590917128622857</id><published>2006-08-18T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:22:51.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my first posting</title><content type='html'>since i just created it and this is my frst posting, i m not writin anythin much now.....&lt;br /&gt;wait fr my next posts... i assure u all dat they wil be interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32949764-115590917128622857?l=yashwanthrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/feeds/115590917128622857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32949764&amp;postID=115590917128622857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/115590917128622857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32949764/posts/default/115590917128622857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yashwanthrao.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-posting.html' title='my first posting'/><author><name>уäรн</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150982252196975615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DeXtjyv1IsM/SvHYBsDKWFI/AAAAAAAAARA/hb8pJolcoMI/S220/OgAAANGpNCKPJMjBUZrkDKdFoMGJ0cfQyN3j3nC5BhFKL7W5-koRlVAT-i0KZwN2oymdAyc2_CSQ5lP9lNn7imsffq0Am1T1UBbsHN8w5RmkO5vGUdKEtpay0xwp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
