<?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-9451188</id><updated>2012-01-06T07:17:55.582-05:00</updated><category term='5105783230'/><title type='text'>my views</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3436964377888300837</id><published>2010-10-07T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:12:24.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just like tht</title><summary type='text'>i am writing after ages today...just felt like putting my thoughts down..i guess i come back to my blog whenever i feel low..just had a root canal this mroning ....it hurts ! and i so wish mummy was here just to force me to eat something before i fell asleep..just to let me feel comfortable even with all this pain...my head hurts...my tooth hurts and i miss my Mother!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3436964377888300837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3436964377888300837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3436964377888300837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3436964377888300837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-like-tht.html' title='just like tht'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6178285190209053428</id><published>2010-05-18T18:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:42:49.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dare to fly Continental??</title><summary type='text'>i am a person who dreams of going places but dreads the thought of travelling, lately my life has left me flying at a frequency that even i think is unreal. I always thought that the reason i dreaded flights and airports was because people were always parting at airports and as my Guy keeps telling me- why do i forget that people also meet at these terminals. Well for some odd reason the going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6178285190209053428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6178285190209053428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6178285190209053428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6178285190209053428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/05/dare-to-fly-continental.html' title='dare to fly Continental??'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-921497523186422910</id><published>2010-04-24T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:06:28.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on a random saturday</title><summary type='text'>what goes through our heads ? sometimes my own thoughts and emotions leave me spell bound, I know what the world is telling me is practical, is real and yet the dream inside me lives on. turning back to look at it hurts but so does letting go. I want to smile and say so what? I know its selfish and i have more valuable treasures to hold on to..a small accomplishment ..i don't even dream big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/921497523186422910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=921497523186422910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/921497523186422910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/921497523186422910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-on-random-saturday.html' title='thoughts on a random saturday'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-825590490253300526</id><published>2010-02-20T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:35:33.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what do we take away?</title><summary type='text'>as we walk away from relationships... after years of sharing existence, dreams, aspirations and fears what is it that we take away? when my friend packed to leave her apartment that she ahd shared i wondered what should she pack? i wanted her to leave behind everything that would remind her of the past, she wanted to hold on ... How does one decide what to leave behind when so much has been lost?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/825590490253300526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=825590490253300526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/825590490253300526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/825590490253300526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-we-take-away.html' title='what do we take away?'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5533082081169446532</id><published>2010-01-30T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:28:27.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone special walks into your life and you put everything on pause for nothing matters more than the life you share together. you cherish moments of togetherness, look forward to being there for him and knowing that there is someone to go back to. you share joys, sorrows, accomplishments and defeats... Life is perfect! circumstances change, relationships shatter and he leaves an emptiness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5533082081169446532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5533082081169446532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5533082081169446532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5533082081169446532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-special-walks-into-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7191541085829615999</id><published>2010-01-22T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:43:15.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreams do come true ..God watches over our world and fills it with happiness just as long as we have the faith to wait for that miracle..but strangely enough my miracle happened when i had lost the faith..!As i look at the sprakle on my left ring finger, i smile and happily cherish the fact that I am now engaged to the world's most amazing person... I have made mistakes, I have also hurt people..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7191541085829615999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7191541085829615999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7191541085829615999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7191541085829615999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-do-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2169124970216380155</id><published>2010-01-07T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:06:08.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the queens</title><summary type='text'>suddenly you left a vaccum behind .. every moment of my life was shared with you, i shared my joys, my sorrows, my accomplishments, my failures, my grudges with you. As you walked away without a word i watched. You had said i was your best friend forever.. how could forever end? I know you have your reasons, I know!. I promise not to call you till you ask for me. i watched you leave and not look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2169124970216380155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2169124970216380155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2169124970216380155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2169124970216380155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2010/01/queens.html' title='the queens'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3392383859190393276</id><published>2009-12-15T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:19:43.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>procastination queen</title><summary type='text'>If there is an award for procastination i would win it without doubt and prove that nobody can beat me to it! sitting on my desk ..i have a million things on my to do list but i need someone to tell me where should i start ..each one seems to be so important and so close to impossible!!Just came across illusions again..it has been sitting on my desk for the last few days ..so lets try that old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3392383859190393276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3392383859190393276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3392383859190393276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3392383859190393276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/12/procastination-queen.html' title='procastination queen'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8330856724187572745</id><published>2009-12-09T23:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:57:15.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for my friend</title><summary type='text'>the tear in your eye breaks my heart.. i want to resolve every problem that brushes by you and yet i know i can only stand beside you as you find your way. together we have walked the streets and the stores, we have put in i.v lines in fighting children and taken histories at 2 a.m in the morning. Remember that first night we worked together -  i was a lost intern not knowing what my existence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8330856724187572745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8330856724187572745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8330856724187572745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8330856724187572745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-my-friend.html' title='for my friend'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1817045744830551881</id><published>2009-12-07T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:57:31.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my tribute</title><summary type='text'>the human mind is a maze that you can never resolve..! in its millions of alleys you find questions, faiths and fears that are beyond imagination.It unfolds and does the least expected, it hides its moves and surfaces unknown. Looking back i see through the glass wall and i see memories that i treasure and hold close and moments that i wish had never existed and yet i know that that was how i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1817045744830551881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1817045744830551881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1817045744830551881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1817045744830551881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tribute.html' title='my tribute'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8212750289286250910</id><published>2009-11-26T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:39:40.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aladdin</title><summary type='text'>didn't see the movie but i love the "make a wish" song. the thought on my mind right now is if the wish will come true. a little bit of faith, a little bit of fear, a dream and a belief that destiny will find the right answer. sometimes we dare to dream..i just did and now its time to wait for what life is going to send my way.Is the Genie ready to grant my wish? or will he just say - i know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8212750289286250910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8212750289286250910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8212750289286250910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8212750289286250910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/aladdin.html' title='Aladdin'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-31473947156472665</id><published>2009-11-24T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:54:41.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><summary type='text'>every word has a meaning, are you wondering why i am saying that - because i want to talk about another thought ! sometimes words get associated with random thoughts and like they say whats the first thought that comes to your mind ... so let me quiz you? how about "dream" or "coffee"..or "geek"...so lets see you all answer the question.memories that knock on your heart, dreams of a future hidden</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/31473947156472665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=31473947156472665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/31473947156472665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/31473947156472665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7545408191443407449</id><published>2009-11-21T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:50:10.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><summary type='text'>it feels like a dream, its real its perfect and i do not want to wake up.. i am scared it may end! will it last? i do not know but even the fear does not manage to take my smile away... such is the beauty of this magical moment! an old memory, distant yet so real just brushed my thoughts when we were younger every year on Diwali my Dad would buy me a new piggy bank and we would break open the one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7545408191443407449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7545408191443407449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7545408191443407449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7545408191443407449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1020695322997374256</id><published>2009-11-08T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:07:26.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend at Mohonk Mountain</title><summary type='text'>friday evening..laundry done, suitcase packed and we set off to our little adventure.. fall is indeed the best time of the year to drive and i happily drove, enjoying the colors and the hills in the distance. A great dinner a game of pool and a good night's sleep and we were ready for a a set of talks ..after lunch we tried our hands-oops feet..pretty much hands and feet at a trek up hill through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1020695322997374256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1020695322997374256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1020695322997374256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1020695322997374256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-at-mohonk-mountain.html' title='a weekend at Mohonk Mountain'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1545643636821826132</id><published>2009-11-07T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:21:50.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>just read this -"If you don't share love, It's too soon gone"      - keep smiling!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1545643636821826132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1545643636821826132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1545643636821826132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1545643636821826132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfjFIQjfal0/SvUDksl5pVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1dlm416b3rc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5014557089410064641</id><published>2009-11-03T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:48:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in NY</title><summary type='text'>Leaving home is never an easy job..however hard you try and deal with the emotion it pulls you towards it and envelopes your world.. But what has to be done, has to be done even if its done a day later than planned ..! the mirage of emotions that surrounded me as i stepped into the cold crisp New York air are hard to put into words..it was weird however that something within me said i had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5014557089410064641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5014557089410064641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5014557089410064641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5014557089410064641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-ny.html' title='back in NY'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3755534554359092159</id><published>2009-10-29T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:16:16.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Its silent but not serene  Solitude,  Amidst the crowd   It knocks at my heart  It teases  It questions  It threatens and asks  “who will you call?”  I surrender ,  My eyes moist  My palms wet  Throat parched  I want to call out  “who will I call?”  I look at my palm  I look at my past  Its destiny they say  I wonder , I have my faith   And yet just want to know  Who should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3755534554359092159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3755534554359092159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3755534554359092159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3755534554359092159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6748044646929527444</id><published>2009-10-20T15:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:20:00.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the price we pay</title><summary type='text'>my favorite writer calls it our alternative life ..the alternate future we could have chosen had we taken a different direction when we stood at crossroads ...i call it the price we pay for the present ..we all give up something..family, friends, a job , career options...a home...security..and thats the price we pay for what we get and from where i stand today i feel like mine was really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6748044646929527444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6748044646929527444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6748044646929527444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6748044646929527444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/10/price-we-pay.html' title='the price we pay'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7878805024095005645</id><published>2009-10-19T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:29:34.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>diwali thought</title><summary type='text'>i looked up at the fireworks..i looked up towards heaven and said"God why did you take this away from me?" ..i was as happy as can be..i was with my family on Diwali..after years this day had finally arrived and i wanted to hold on to it..but as they say the stronger you grasp th quicker it slips out...happy diwali!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7878805024095005645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7878805024095005645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7878805024095005645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7878805024095005645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-thought.html' title='diwali thought'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1944212753693677694</id><published>2009-10-11T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:25:35.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home:)</title><summary type='text'>Home! An entirely Magical world! Affection, warmth and concern! Landed in Delhi yesterday and it took just a moment to feel like this is where I truly belong. The house looked different, painted, rennovated but yet it was home! Normal yet special! Everytime i am here I think of the first time I had walked into this house. It may have been ages back but it still seems like yesterday.sometimes I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1944212753693677694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1944212753693677694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1944212753693677694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1944212753693677694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='Home:)'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8595843133437682284</id><published>2009-08-15T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:46:13.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York!</title><summary type='text'>as i drove back form brooklyn after dropping priya home! i looked at the skyline ! in my head i could hear the lines from Sex and the City where Sarah Jessica Parker says that someday we will find that love of our life and untill then we hae manhattan. For the first time i realised i had fallen in love with New York, despite all the criticism, all the traffic all the complains from friends. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8595843133437682284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8595843133437682284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8595843133437682284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8595843133437682284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york.html' title='New York!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6959810834627116893</id><published>2009-08-12T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:34:57.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling at home!</title><summary type='text'>i have always been a faithful starbucks customer to the point that i looked for a starbucks before i decided to rent my apartment in ossining. And i always used to feel like a stranger here and miss my old starbucks because everybody would remember my drink and have it ready when i walked in to the bayridge cafe, after a year of living here when i was waiting for a friend at the cafe the Barista </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6959810834627116893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6959810834627116893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6959810834627116893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6959810834627116893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-at-home.html' title='feeling at home!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3890660890394798317</id><published>2009-08-07T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:00:07.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost!</title><summary type='text'>my brain is a storm ..thoughts, emotions , experiences all running in different directions..to add to the cocktail are dreams, hopes and the spice i call fear! wish i could sort out this crazy running circuit and figure out what it really wants ...who am i? where am i headed? reminds me of that statement from illusions where he says the simple questions are the most profound...and now that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3890660890394798317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3890660890394798317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3890660890394798317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3890660890394798317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost.html' title='lost!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4244638978196312849</id><published>2009-07-27T00:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:34:28.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its time to write another incomplete story..as i return home..i want to write about a woman today! yes the same woman that men joke about and say they can never understand.. the same woman who has stood the test of time and through her weakness has built the strongest!she has been a mother, a sister , a friend, a wife! she has forgiven but never forgotten! she has dared to step out to build her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4244638978196312849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4244638978196312849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4244638978196312849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4244638978196312849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-to-write-another-incomplete.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-577606483488462608</id><published>2009-07-19T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:12:05.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete stories!</title><summary type='text'>i don't know if it was the way i felt about my life today or if it just happened to be a random memory that knocked on my mind's window... i was 12 and writing had become my favorite passtime and my means of expression.. i can remember that little school notebook that had poems in the first half and my short stories in the second half.. and then one day i gave it to my english teacher.. i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/577606483488462608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=577606483488462608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/577606483488462608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/577606483488462608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/07/incomplete-stories.html' title='incomplete stories!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2329128370291317922</id><published>2009-07-11T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:19:12.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old pictures</title><summary type='text'>it appeared on my screen as the laptop went into screensaver mode..i stared at it for a long time..remembering the moment...what was being said? who was there? how special that moment had felt ...i know yearning for the past just leaves us helpless but some moments are worth treasuring over and over even if its just in your thoughts..i miss home !! i miss the old days when my friends were around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2329128370291317922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2329128370291317922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2329128370291317922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2329128370291317922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-pictures.html' title='old pictures'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5512976516695562995</id><published>2009-07-06T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:13:31.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet evening</title><summary type='text'>nothing but the dib dab of tears shatters the silence, a sniffle that goes unheard the warm tender tear as it courses along..no attempts are made to camouflage it for there is nothing to hide from..facts are i have lost it all...its the moment when the realization that joy will evade me forever has returned when the burden does seem unbearable and yet i know it needs to be carried on!! i think of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5512976516695562995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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graduate!</title><summary type='text'>3 years back they had walked in ..as monica and i like to say we had met on the street..it was quite like that she had emailed me and i had met her at dunkin donuts across from county and we had all gone shopping together..that indeed was the beginning of our friendship ..over the next month we had dinner together almost everyday..and when she got a room mate we drifted apart and i settled in to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/9112900614794417889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=9112900614794417889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9112900614794417889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9112900614794417889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-girls-graduate.html' title='as the girls graduate!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2120875273072965645</id><published>2009-06-06T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:17:52.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown sentiments!</title><summary type='text'>it was weird how in a moment the emotions that had surrounded me unknowingly 4 years back became obvious .. when i had moved to New York 4 years back so much was happening that in the act of dealing with it i had even cut off my feelings from reacting to the facts!! and at that moment when cornered about how i had felt and how could i have not dreaded it i realised that unaware i had fought that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2120875273072965645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2120875273072965645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2120875273072965645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2120875273072965645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/06/unknown-sentiments.html' title='unknown sentiments!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8538443211562493584</id><published>2009-05-16T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:36:41.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the flower i love</title><summary type='text'>i have always loved carnations something about their beauty fascinates me ..but lately i have been noticing how nature nurtured beauty in every aspect..the tulips that stand tall and proud -a single flower standing alone yet radiates joy..the dandelions that when puffed away lose their existence and yet disperse life..the orchids that amaze with their royal attitude ..the rose that will forever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8538443211562493584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8538443211562493584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8538443211562493584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8538443211562493584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/05/flower-i-love.html' title='the flower i love'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5917753354866672320</id><published>2009-05-12T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:59:49.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me again</title><summary type='text'>i say it often that i miss you all but what i don't say is that its something that makes me happy its the happy memories that are my never ending source of energy..they say we move on and build our own new circle..i did too...lots of new people almost a whole new family and yet the old days continue to live,sometimes it feels like its an alternate future..its existence is so real and at others i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5917753354866672320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5917753354866672320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5917753354866672320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5917753354866672320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-again.html' title='me again'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7095591519048695613</id><published>2009-04-26T02:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:46:40.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somebody once sent me a mail which was about why people come into our life..some people come for a lifetime, some for a season either ways there is always a reason...i realised its so true..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7095591519048695613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7095591519048695613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7095591519048695613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7095591519048695613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/04/somebody-once-sent-me-mail-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-67022871067915917</id><published>2009-04-17T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:42:08.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15,000 miles of togetherness</title><summary type='text'>9 mths and 15000 miles, my friend, my comapnion my partner in crime - my car has changed my life...long drives even if they were alone..adventures... discoveries...getting  lost or just driving to work... a world in itself ...my favourite music...my dreams... so much has changed with "divster"she has helped me deal with so many questions...well except for the speeding ticket ...driving past the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/67022871067915917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=67022871067915917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/67022871067915917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/67022871067915917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/04/15000-miles-of-togetherness.html' title='15,000 miles of togetherness'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6398436070102213943</id><published>2009-03-29T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:01:26.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the search</title><summary type='text'>it doesn't matter what we accomplish it doesn't matter where we are in life, we all continue to search for something..as we grow and accomplish we change our goals but we continue to yearn for that which we do not have....i realized today that however happy man maybe he is never ready to say that he has it all!!! on another note i found out today that my dearest friend from school had a baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6398436070102213943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6398436070102213943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6398436070102213943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6398436070102213943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/03/search.html' title='the search'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3394479434351920744</id><published>2009-03-29T02:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:56:13.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yearning to write</title><summary type='text'>let me say it all over again..if you send out a random question to the universe what happens to it?does some magical supernatural power grab it and shoot the answer back? or does it vanish into nothingness or does it loom over your rexistence as a dark cloud never giving up on you soul till its drained out every pleasant thought??"friend" what a magical word it gives you the strength to dare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3394479434351920744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3394479434351920744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3394479434351920744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3394479434351920744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/03/yearning-to-write.html' title='yearning to write'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5097959028852290663</id><published>2009-03-17T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:03:48.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>setting sun</title><summary type='text'>as i walked out of the hospital and drove home i saw he setting sun spread its red magic over the horizon!! after a long time i had made it home early enough to meet the setting sun..i decided to drive to the river and walk along the shore as the sun was setting..the water was a little wild and the wind was full of energy..swans floating with the wind and of course the red flame over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5097959028852290663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5097959028852290663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5097959028852290663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5097959028852290663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/03/setting-sun.html' title='setting sun'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6059198641510503455</id><published>2009-03-14T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:03:03.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a long walk</title><summary type='text'>the water calm -telling me it'll all be fine.. the hills high protecting my world... and a little wooden bench ... looking towards tomorrow... hope walks into our life in so many different forms.. and when everything is falling apart it looks in through a quiet corner and assures us...the cold wind didn't seem threatening enough as the sun filled me warmth and every moment brought me a step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6059198641510503455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6059198641510503455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6059198641510503455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6059198641510503455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-walk.html' title='a long walk'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6467591474391760089</id><published>2009-02-25T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:15:17.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rediscovering ME</title><summary type='text'>Back in NY ..its time to rediscover myself and my life..i drove around for 40 min after i reached home, simply because i was uncertain about where i was heading... i was searching for something and i had no clue where i would find it..i avoided the thought all day..ran away from it and as i walked out of work it hit me in my face..it looked at me eye to eye and said "where have you been hiding?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6467591474391760089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6467591474391760089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6467591474391760089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6467591474391760089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/02/rediscovering-me.html' title='rediscovering ME'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6125642778975982017</id><published>2009-02-16T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:24:33.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF...</title><summary type='text'>don't know why on a completely perfect monday evening..i am thinking about that poem again.as i search for answers within..i sit here and wonder if you send out a random question to the universe? does the world answer it? does some human or supernatural power reach out and address your doubts?? i am in delhi, a perfect state of happiness surrounds me..mummy and papa and my little brother give me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6125642778975982017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6125642778975982017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6125642778975982017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6125642778975982017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/02/if.html' title='IF...'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2204918361831402046</id><published>2009-01-18T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:43:19.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened??</title><summary type='text'>a group of friends..that met up every evening..over a cup of coffee or dinner..there was never a dull moment..never a quiet weekend..movies, long walks, sitting up late nights just complaining..and then boom!! what happened?? where did it all vanish ?? remember when we walked brooklyn bridge after the graduation party ...or the times we went for coffee to times square after dinner...or walk to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2204918361831402046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2204918361831402046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2204918361831402046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2204918361831402046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened.html' title='What happened??'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3412883617783975526</id><published>2009-01-12T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:24:46.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new year !!</title><summary type='text'>can't believe its 12 days into the New Year!! its Lohri in india at this moment...i almost forgot and mummy wished me..i felt guilty...those small little festivals, customs that may sound so unbelievable but are fascinating..the stories behind them..those days when they mattered ...it was a challenge to read the lohri poem word to word!! or hoi! when u got to eat halwa and matthi..or holi when u </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3412883617783975526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3412883617783975526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3412883617783975526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3412883617783975526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='new year !!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5313503770134390817</id><published>2008-12-31T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:16:42.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love NY!!</title><summary type='text'>4 years in this city..memories, dreams, fears, accomplishments,failures, discoveries, a few dates too!! but above all an affair that'll last a lifetime..relax! i am talking about my love for NY city!!why do i love ny? 4 years back i discovered this city walking on random streets, i discovered uptown and downtown, streets and blocks and yes the subway lines..the green (4,5,6) or the yellow(R,N,Q).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5313503770134390817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>STARBUCKS</title><summary type='text'>the relationship started 4 years back when i could not afford paying for a reall cup so i would stop and buy one of those bottled drinks and then once i started earning..the mocha became an indispensable part of my life.. i often wondered if it was for the coffee or just for the way the cafe made me feel that i spent hours there..at my old starbucks in brooklyn on bayridge parkway i made friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8016753691610050487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8016753691610050487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8016753691610050487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8016753691610050487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/12/starbucks.html' title='STARBUCKS'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8058585210082453951</id><published>2008-12-26T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:03:04.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lets start all over again</title><summary type='text'>its one of those days when we wake up to rediscover ourselves ..we walk into the world once again forgetting the pain behind and ready to smile back ...i decided its my life and nobody has the right to ruin it..i'll live it to the fullest whether alone or with friends..a good book, a nice lunch, working hard and relaxing...its time to rejoice my small accomplishments and find a reason to smile..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8058585210082453951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8058585210082453951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8058585210082453951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8058585210082453951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-start-all-over-again.html' title='lets start all over again'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1558524883655877049</id><published>2008-12-25T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:56:19.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to write!!</title><summary type='text'>the world is bubbling with christmas spirit..i am happy to be home alone ...enjoying my silence today ..after a long time..just sat back and watched a few movies back to back.. i made a small new year resolution to rediscover myself.. joined he gym.. worked on organising my life.. and filling myself with faith .. the same faith that had given me the courage to some here .. its been with me ..it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1558524883655877049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1558524883655877049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1558524883655877049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1558524883655877049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-to-write.html' title='so much to write!!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfjFIQjfal0/SVRV1ZwoKTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GgY2jQbbaSY/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-821138450045128428</id><published>2008-12-16T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:52:42.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinking</title><summary type='text'>why does life leave us with nothing but thoughts and memories? why does life leave us hurt yet hoping things will look better? why does life leave us yearning for a friend who would understand our silence?why does life leave us with a blog to share our thoughts with?a weekend is my biggest fear now!! i'd rather be at work than anywhere else and i flip at the thought of going home..and seeing my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/821138450045128428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=821138450045128428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/821138450045128428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/821138450045128428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-thinking.html' title='just thinking'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8292475934226888126</id><published>2008-11-29T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:00:07.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still the same emptiness</title><summary type='text'>its such a weird feeling ..i am with my closest friends friends my world should be complete and yet an emptiness surrounds it..the knowledge that i 'll stand here alone tomorrow..the strong never give up attitude in me is beginning to fade and leave behind a weak, not ready to face the world girl..no idea where i am heading but i hope its all in the right direction..when i see people i envy how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8292475934226888126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8292475934226888126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8292475934226888126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8292475934226888126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-same-emptiness.html' title='still the same emptiness'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3575881583110209253</id><published>2008-11-18T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:55:34.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turned 28</title><summary type='text'>as i turned 28  it was time to look back and look ahead..it was time to analyse the past and dream about the future.. as the day rolled past i realised so much had chnaged..when God closes a door somewhere he always opens a window..i knew this window had opened but when i looked around and saw that door closing a fear enveloped me..will the past forget me!! i still held on to it and yet it had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4158172687999297222</id><published>2008-10-29T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:24:30.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet moments</title><summary type='text'>i was driving down saw mill when the thought hit me ..wht am i looking for? and i didn't have an answer for just that one moment life was empty and yet so complete..i can't wait to see my parents ... a big hug.. a little bit of attention.. somebody who worries ... just the little small things that add up to make us a family...after all these years of living away me and my brother have eveolved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4158172687999297222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4158172687999297222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4158172687999297222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4158172687999297222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiet-moments.html' title='quiet moments'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1378167803143571073</id><published>2008-10-28T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:37:23.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>old traditions leave a deep mark on our souls...as i grabbed a sandwich for dinner the night before my exam, loneliness hit me in the belly !! there was nobody to stand by me..nobody to go home to and say i can't do it!! but at the same moment a little memory made me smile ..when we were going for exams mummy wud always give us some yogurt with sugar ..she used to say its auspicious. well!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1378167803143571073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1378167803143571073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1378167803143571073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1378167803143571073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-traditions-leave-deep-mark-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4088467635871341643</id><published>2008-10-24T17:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:46:36.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort zone</title><summary type='text'>as exam fear enveloped i decided it was time to reach out for my comfort zone..it was a long drive but i decided to return to bay ridge and study with priya in my very own starbucks in our little study corner..old memories can be comforting...i remembered the mornings i had stopped here as i walked to the subway ..the number of time we had used this as our meet up point to study or just as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4088467635871341643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4088467635871341643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4088467635871341643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4088467635871341643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/comfort-zone.html' title='comfort zone'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4499947350124823422</id><published>2008-10-23T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:05:03.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow light!!</title><summary type='text'>have you ever tried to beat that yellow light!! so many time in life we struggle to accomplish things that were probably not meant to be.. at work, in realtionships, on routes, in thos journey called life!! sometimes we make it at others we give up ...but i just wondered if we just try too hard !! and make ourselves miserable..should we just take that break switch radio stations and wait for life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4499947350124823422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4499947350124823422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4499947350124823422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4499947350124823422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/yellow-light.html' title='yellow light!!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1277065528389687525</id><published>2008-10-08T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:34:29.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i walked through Bryant park...memories and thoughts filled my head..it had been almost 4 years since i had first walked the streets and in these years life had changed..friends had come by and walked out..i looked around so many people, different cultures, different backgrounds, none of them had a clue who i was and yet i shared this one last moment of sunny afternoon in Bryant park before we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1277065528389687525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1277065528389687525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1277065528389687525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1277065528389687525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-i-walked-through-bryant-park.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2823859297967995793</id><published>2008-10-05T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:53:54.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good start</title><summary type='text'>"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say 'no' — they may not be smart enough to say "yes.""- from a starucks the way i see it ..as i read it this morning..i could not resisit the temptation of typing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2823859297967995793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2823859297967995793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2823859297967995793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2823859297967995793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-start.html' title='good start'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6986581800279306153</id><published>2008-10-03T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:12:34.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><summary type='text'>as i drove ...memories and dreams filled my emptiness...the fall colors were so beautiful , i remembered our drives to hill stations in summer..playing bombay as we drove through the hills..life moves on, we grow up , we learn to accept reality and believe in our dreams...the babies fill my world and the little things they do make me feel special..random thoughts fill my head and i should put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6986581800279306153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6986581800279306153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6986581800279306153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6986581800279306153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1070256938779117604</id><published>2008-09-29T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:05:56.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>men are from mars</title><summary type='text'>well!! for the first time ever ..i have decided to write about men!! i can see ll of you rolling your eyes and wondering what is going to come next!! honestly i don't even know..but when God mad men what went wrong?? a species by themslves..i feel like they are from an alien planet..i know its hard to pass a general statement..but...oh well!! what do you think?lets hear it from blogworld??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1070256938779117604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1070256938779117604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1070256938779117604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1070256938779117604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-are-from-mars.html' title='men are from mars'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7541278213576352656</id><published>2008-09-06T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:43:15.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>learning to live</title><summary type='text'>moving to ossining has changed my life and i feel like i am starting all over again..rediscovering myself and happy to be me..even if its alone..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7541278213576352656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7541278213576352656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7541278213576352656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7541278213576352656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-to-live.html' title='learning to live'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4395469239652965193</id><published>2008-09-02T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:19:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>speechless... the setting sun... fills my emptiness with beauty!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4395469239652965193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4395469239652965193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4395469239652965193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4395469239652965193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/09/speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfjFIQjfal0/SLy-osuT-hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9GebKg8qBno/s72-c/102_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2730512759465568709</id><published>2008-08-31T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:11:21.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>divster</title><summary type='text'>i like that name..though i wonder if it sounds feminine enough..for the moment i'll call her divster..divya's best friend and little sister..thanks keshi!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2730512759465568709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2730512759465568709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2730512759465568709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2730512759465568709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/08/divster.html' title='divster'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3154768020852345820</id><published>2008-08-29T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:13:24.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 months later i finally return..time has flown and so much has changed..i moved ...i started driving and i started fellowship..life is so different that i feel like i see a different me in the mirror every morning ..not because i just got a new hair cut but simply because everything really has changed...i yearn for human contact ..other than people at work all i hear is my own voice..every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3154768020852345820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3154768020852345820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3154768020852345820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3154768020852345820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-months-later-i-finally-return.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7656314809512342616</id><published>2008-06-29T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:48:03.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain</title><summary type='text'>washed away my tears,took away all i ever hadholding on to my fearsspeechless, i smiled,surrendered my past,released the gripwatched helplessas the little butterflyflew away and with it,my walls fell apart.insecure, apprehensive,alone againwanting to hold onjust a moment longer.too exhausted to complete this poem...hopefully it'll find a happy ending soon..i left downstate today and i felt so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7656314809512342616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7656314809512342616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7656314809512342616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7656314809512342616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/06/washed-away-my-tears-took-away-all-i.html' title='the rain'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7941200814522153914</id><published>2008-06-16T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:12:52.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know</title><summary type='text'>i don't know where to buy milk? confused, overwhelmed and apprehensive about moving- i looked around and said but i won't know where to buy milk? the small little comforts..3 years bck romal n me we had gone to a CVS pharmacy to buy groceries..n fought over wht kind of milk to buy ....over the years we both settled in on 2% and whn she left ..i kept the habit...as i pack the house little memories</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7941200814522153914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7941200814522153914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7941200814522153914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7941200814522153914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-know.html' title='don&apos;t know'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8472061132596140011</id><published>2008-06-08T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:13:12.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old memories</title><summary type='text'>life moves faster than we can imagine..three years...and its time to move on..i am so excited ..that i am amazed...usually i hate the idea of moving..why am i so happy today?the last three years have left me memories i will cherish forever but they were definitely not easy..i know i mentioned this in my last post too..so i am reading this great book called the last lecture..and i wonder what i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8472061132596140011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8472061132596140011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8472061132596140011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8472061132596140011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-memories.html' title='old memories'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8614391023642995421</id><published>2008-06-02T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:18:03.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and we gradauted</title><summary type='text'>three years..wow!! i won't say they flew by..it was hard and as i stood there in my pink dress admiring the group, i thought about how much it had taken to get here..a part of me would never be the same again..residency had taken its toll.. for better or for worse i had become a different person.. i had transitioned ... grown up??the ever protected me..now lives alone..in a crazy city like NY.. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8614391023642995421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8614391023642995421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8614391023642995421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8614391023642995421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-we-gradauted.html' title='and we gradauted'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6152233709578049466</id><published>2008-04-30T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:53:11.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NY again!!</title><summary type='text'>if i haven't said it a million times already then let me say it again NY never stops amazing me..i have loved this city, hated it and treasured it all at the same time...i have cried when it has been ruthless , i have smiled at its beauty i have looked at the skyline in complete awe and i have treasured the joy of calling it home...but today i have another story to tell, an experience to share- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6152233709578049466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6152233709578049466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6152233709578049466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6152233709578049466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/ny-again.html' title='NY again!!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3591879989994182053</id><published>2008-04-27T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:36:00.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blue rose</title><summary type='text'>every once in a while you read a book , a story a newspaper column-just anything and you begin to believe in it...as a kid it was the existence of fairyland, as a teenager it was the principle of hard work and the victory of truth and sinceroty over all else, and then in your twenties a million things..i once read the story  of the blue rose and i believed in it..i was very young and did not know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3591879989994182053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3591879989994182053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3591879989994182053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3591879989994182053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-rose.html' title='blue rose'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6789238168253665625</id><published>2008-04-24T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:51:39.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everytime i walk down Madison avenue a weird feeling surrounds me...3 years back it was here that i started my life in NY ...i walk down with a feeling of familiarity yet knowing i am stranger...the big stores..i still look at the windows with total amazement .....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6789238168253665625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6789238168253665625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6789238168253665625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6789238168253665625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/everytime-i-walk-down-madison-avenue.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-623160067974474011</id><published>2008-04-13T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:02:09.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a long conversation over a cup of coffee..that is my idea of a dream come true..i feel like that image is so perfect... it implies you have enough time to relax, enough money to buy tht cup of cofee, a relaxed mind, and above all a friend to have that conversation with...wht else can one ask for in life?p.s let me go get my cup ...take care and have a lovley weekend!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/623160067974474011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=623160067974474011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/623160067974474011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/623160067974474011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-conversation-over-cup-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8208945766527356301</id><published>2008-04-08T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:15:37.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so many thoughts</title><summary type='text'>there is so much to write about that i am scared i will forget..switching to working days after a mth of nights was disorienting,when i walked out of the hospital hunger and exhaustion both hit me hard...i realised i hadn't eaten in 2 days//and i was yearning some good yet simple food so i decided to go to whole foods.. i grabbed my dinner and with some effort found a little corner to sit and eat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8208945766527356301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8208945766527356301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8208945766527356301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8208945766527356301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-thoughts.html' title='so many thoughts'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6795335316468243364</id><published>2008-04-05T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:44:24.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tag tag</title><summary type='text'>this was a tough one but i guess lets try it...a..apprehesion..i still have mineb..best friend..after all these years i can say without doubt..romal you are my best friend forever...brother...c..candles- i love them..change..i find it hard to accept, carnations..d..dreamer..the thing that will never chnage..e..error..we all make mistakes..f..father...unbeatable!! the best!!G..God..the whole world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6795335316468243364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6795335316468243364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6795335316468243364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6795335316468243364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-tag.html' title='tag tag'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-9132561081543940438</id><published>2008-03-22T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:35:14.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if..</title><summary type='text'>we dream..and we surrender ..but like that famous song said "khaab sheeshe ke ye duniyaa pathar ki" i return to my little den-tired exhausted and lonely..wishing yet once again that there was a reason to smile...if.. i once again migrate to the world of ifs and wonder why do dreams shatter??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/9132561081543940438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=9132561081543940438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9132561081543940438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9132561081543940438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/03/if.html' title='if..'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-854713665166375818</id><published>2008-03-14T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:30:47.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><summary type='text'>a fanatasy lived , a dream , a state of transition between the real and the nonexistent ..for just a moment let me float into that world where all is perfect..where nothing ever goes wrong and there is always a reason to smile...where tomorrow brings only hope...for just a moment life let me float away...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/854713665166375818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=854713665166375818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/854713665166375818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/854713665166375818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-933798869941621294</id><published>2008-03-02T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:39:51.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><summary type='text'>you joke about how i keep going home!! but you have no clue what it is like to live alone..you have no idea how silence hurts ...the echo of my own voice comes back every few minutes.. every dream, every aspiration, every moment of joy is overshadowed by solitude and every smile reflects a tear back... i know its a choice i made but it takes a toll and the smile i carry is mixed with a tinge of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/933798869941621294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=933798869941621294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/933798869941621294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/933798869941621294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/03/how.html' title='how'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3836760671495181716</id><published>2008-02-27T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:32:20.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tag time</title><summary type='text'>7 weird things about me.. now thats a tough one because i don't know what 7 classify as the weirdest...i feel very uncomfortable at airports.. even after all the flights i have had to take I cannot accept airports.i love pink..and however hard i try i end up buying pink clothes..my friendships are forever and so are my dislikes, i love black and whit and i hardly ever leave things in the gray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3836760671495181716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3836760671495181716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3836760671495181716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3836760671495181716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-time.html' title='tag time'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3820680099607060196</id><published>2008-02-25T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:55:10.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sponsor a child</title><summary type='text'>gift a dream, touch a life, make a difference and live the joy that one little child's life is beautiful because you touched it... they say each one of us can make a difference, i am not sure if I can make the world a better place but if a small contribution can brighten a life -why not?if you can save that little amount...don't put it in a savings account- sponsor a child!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3820680099607060196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3820680099607060196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3820680099607060196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3820680099607060196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/02/sponsor-child.html' title='sponsor a child'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7878684412177595583</id><published>2008-02-20T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:33:32.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what i could not say?</title><summary type='text'>a thousand words remained silent ... a million expresions remained hidden .. there was so much more to say, so many more memories to create and mometns to live but it is time to leave.. i know it will be a while before i return but these little treasures that i take along will keep me going.. i will miss you all!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7878684412177595583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7878684412177595583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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chance i danced..always the observer i was on ym 2 feet through out the evening and well!! alot of people were amazed.... its fun to leave the world guessing.. and i must confess its more fun to be on the dance floor then to sit it out..so when you get the chance-dance.........beginning to get a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6415406593506281468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6415406593506281468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6415406593506281468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6415406593506281468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='i hope you dance..'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-201022082359507083</id><published>2008-02-12T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:49:06.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING OUT LOUD</title><summary type='text'>every once in a while..when i have too much time on my hands i think out loud..i wonder where my life is headed and i dread and anticipate tomorrow..All said and done life has been fair to me...ups and downs...friends and solitude...i have seen it all and yet i know this is just the beginning..a hand full of dreams, fear and faith , hope and the knowledge that life will go on... and it sure does.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5097222702957501922</id><published>2008-02-07T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:41:57.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>airports</title><summary type='text'>for some unknown reason airports always give me an uncomfortable eery feeling.I remember how the movie love actually starts at the airport but i have never felt that way. Even when people are waiting to meet someone there is always an anxiety on their faces...the fear of a new journey ...the uncertainty ahead.. even when I am heading home, the time at the airport is tough. I have never figured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5097222702957501922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5097222702957501922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5097222702957501922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5097222702957501922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/02/airports.html' title='airports'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7594126299378678540</id><published>2008-01-30T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:50:03.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><summary type='text'>the same feeling.the knowledge that in a world of people from all backgrounds, i am surrounded by just one emotion-"my solitude"....but then don't they say that once you are at your worst, things can only get better my explanation is that only happens with some people..with people like me ..things just stay at their worst -with time we adapt to life at its worst and smile even despite it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7594126299378678540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7594126299378678540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7594126299378678540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7594126299378678540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-4387856442086075158</id><published>2008-01-23T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:36:16.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><summary type='text'>Get this in mind early: We never grow up.   Richard Bach i always agreed with Richard Bach and refused to grow up...the child in me lived on..and thats the reason just anything can make me smile or cry ...surrounded by kids..i comti ue to believe the world is beautiful from a child's eye its the groen up that add gloom to it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4387856442086075158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=4387856442086075158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4387856442086075158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/4387856442086075158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3842018823874089400</id><published>2008-01-12T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:36:48.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><summary type='text'>the same old emotions grabbed at my life..the same questions..the same solitude and yet a weird eery feeling left me in an unkown territory!! why was i so apprehensive, so uncertain and yet i stared at the window awaiting the sunlight to brighten my day!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3842018823874089400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3842018823874089400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3842018823874089400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3842018823874089400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-9019898945056921151</id><published>2008-01-09T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:19:22.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie</title><summary type='text'>went to a toy store yesterday to find some dolls..after a lifetime i was looking for a doll. I looked and finally decided i was going to get a Barbie, the little kid in me smiled, that first barbie-the emotions the enthusiasm, I could feel it all. I remembered standing in the airport and rejecting every other toy simply because I wanted a Barbie..it must have been 19 years back but i can still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/9019898945056921151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=9019898945056921151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9019898945056921151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/9019898945056921151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2008/01/barbie.html' title='Barbie'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6011879880672670536</id><published>2007-12-31T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:49:34.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the year passing by</title><summary type='text'>as its time to move into another year ..i spent a few minutes looking back and the realisation hit me that what a long 12 months these were ...so much happened... its as if i am a different person .. life asked questions asked me to adapt to the ever changing world and i was left with emptiness ..yet i dared to smile..i am proud of myself ..i am happy i survived the struggle..there is still a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6011879880672670536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6011879880672670536&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6011879880672670536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6011879880672670536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-passing-by.html' title='the year passing by'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-320597004866041118</id><published>2007-12-23T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:43:59.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be here</title><summary type='text'>i just want you to know that i am happy for you and if ever you wish to find me ..if ever you wish to share a moment ...i'll be here...somethings never change!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/320597004866041118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=320597004866041118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/320597004866041118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/320597004866041118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-be-here.html' title='i&apos;ll be here'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-8475429548625967151</id><published>2007-12-18T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:23:55.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some old memories</title><summary type='text'>4 desi girls...in an indian restaurant..bhel puri, chaat and a lot of noise...so much to talk about..time to catch up with life..time to complain...and then everything seemed right!! its been six months and nothing ever feels that way now its as if i am carrying a burden which will only lighten when i go back and eat bhel puri with the three queens of queens as i called them..with time the pain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8475429548625967151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=8475429548625967151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8475429548625967151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/8475429548625967151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-old-memories.html' title='some old memories'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6373041050676337571</id><published>2007-12-15T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:21:37.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Silent and speechless, surrounded by my solitude one little thought surrounds my world.. somewhere in some corner of the world is someone thinking about me..i look at my mailbox which lays empty and my phone that never rings and wonder somewhere in some corner of the world is someone thinking about me...to share a smile or to ask for a shoulder, is there someone who is thinking about me...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6373041050676337571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6373041050676337571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6373041050676337571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6373041050676337571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7391119552975454371</id><published>2007-12-09T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:44:34.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING OUT LOUD</title><summary type='text'>Its raining outside..so whats so new?? why is it that i am yearning a hot cup of tea and garam pakoras.. sitting in starbucks with the cup of coffee that has become a habit i am dreaming about a july evening in delhi ..when it is pouring outside and i can smell the fragrance of rain on dry soil...everything looks fresh and we fry pakoras and sit on the balcony ..why do we tend to run away from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7391119552975454371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7391119552975454371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7391119552975454371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7391119552975454371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking-out-loud.html' title='THINKING OUT LOUD'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7334305818614606475</id><published>2007-12-03T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:43:44.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life…If it were to be published, not one copy would be sold , if it were to be filmed it would not even last the first week in movie halls… such is my life…Every morning I wake up –late, not because I like it, not because the alarm didn’t go off, just because I was being myself. And to pay for that I get dressed in 15-30 minutes.  The results are obvious when I step out- hair wet, clothes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7334305818614606475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7334305818614606475&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7334305818614606475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7334305818614606475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life-if-it-were-to-be-published-not.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-1179220538773339547</id><published>2007-11-29T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:03:47.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the never ending journey</title><summary type='text'>the journey continues, in pursuit of the unknown..i have always gifted joy; today i stand at cross roads hoping somebidy will pass by and smile...without a grudge i have gifted smiles and today i stand in silence hoping somebody will pause for just a moment and wipe the tears....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1179220538773339547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=1179220538773339547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1179220538773339547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/1179220538773339547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-ending-journey.html' title='the never ending journey'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-6647251049794076505</id><published>2007-11-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:37:58.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE!!</title><summary type='text'>dare to dream, dare to smile!! when everything seems wrong and all you have ever believed in is falling apart..dare to smile!! ..dare to dream!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6647251049794076505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=6647251049794076505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6647251049794076505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/6647251049794076505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/11/dare.html' title='DARE!!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5229560028500058073</id><published>2007-11-20T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:38:18.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I walked home tired and defeated why did I feel so lost and defeated I had no clue. There are days when one wakes up to the realization that you are an immigrant when a stranger yells at you and you are left with an eery feeling, the realization that this is not your own world dawns and an emptiness fills your world. This was undoubtedly one of those days. How a driving lesson instructor made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5229560028500058073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5229560028500058073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5229560028500058073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5229560028500058073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-i-walked-home-tired-and-defeated-why.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-7313450673983023499</id><published>2007-10-25T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:47:17.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a never ending uncertainty , a fear that surrounds our little world..a shadow that looms over, for a moment light breaks through ..a smile appears ..or did it? it disappears before even my reflection noticed it !!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7313450673983023499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=7313450673983023499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7313450673983023499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/7313450673983023499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-ending-uncertainty-fear-that.html' title=''/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3014432422533916462</id><published>2007-10-23T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:25:31.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5105783230'/><title type='text'>after a long time</title><summary type='text'>its been a long while..i haven't written in ages..a few days at home a few smiles shared a few burdens lightened and i am back..life moves on but everytime you travel back you want it to pause, yo wish everything was happening in slow motion or yo could replay it all...but that option does not exist..move on "girl"!! its time to live another moment and you have to beat time...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3014432422533916462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3014432422533916462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3014432422533916462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3014432422533916462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-long-time.html' title='after a long time'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5761265053055201351</id><published>2007-08-27T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:24:36.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a special bond</title><summary type='text'>Remember the times when we used to walk back together from school, or the times when we fought like our life depended on it or the times when we shared lunch..life has changed faster than i thought it would but thoughts of you still bring back those memories ...even though we just spend 3-4 days in a year together now ...can't believe it how you had insisted on drivng me to college or how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5761265053055201351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5761265053055201351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5761265053055201351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5761265053055201351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/08/special-bond.html' title='a special bond'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2054602283483058747</id><published>2007-08-18T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:25:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finders keepers</title><summary type='text'>does that rule hold for "joy" too..and how do you find it?life is a game where you pass joy around and it goes on and on like i said in my last post what goes around comes around, so if you find it don't keep it-pass it on..and keep the smiles going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2054602283483058747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2054602283483058747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2054602283483058747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2054602283483058747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/08/finders-keepers.html' title='finders keepers'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-2998799408277159812</id><published>2007-08-12T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:43:00.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a phase!!!!</title><summary type='text'>the pessimist talking:what a phase!! smiles for the world and silence in my own little corner...life has left me wondering...searching for a friend that would not ask any questions, that would share a silence and know that behind it all is a reason...suddenly an unknown apprehension has gripped me..a dream has left me weaker than i thought it could ...the optimist answering: look around and u </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/2998799408277159812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=2998799408277159812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2998799408277159812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/2998799408277159812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-phase.html' title='what a phase!!!!'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5800453631572347002</id><published>2007-08-01T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:33:10.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>never</title><summary type='text'>never felt this lonely..wish i could just talk to someone..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5800453631572347002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=5800453631572347002&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5800453631572347002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/5800453631572347002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/08/never.html' title='never'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-3551655484705977911</id><published>2007-07-23T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:39:52.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>post it</title><summary type='text'>post it notes...just thought of this the other day..when i was in medical school i wud frequently leave a little post it note on a friend's door just to say have a lovely day or to leave a little message or to wish them luck on an exam..and then when we moved to New York my room mate and i used it as a means to comminicate when she worked nights and i was doing days ..i wud frequently find a note</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/feeds/3551655484705977911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451188&amp;postID=3551655484705977911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3551655484705977911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451188/posts/default/3551655484705977911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divscorp.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-it.html' title='post it'/><author><name>divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560754888640079866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451188.post-5357647411637113411</id><published>2007-07-08T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:14:32.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>immigrants' story</title><summary type='text'>leaving behind all that they called their own carrying nothing but dreams and holding on to memories that'll never fade.But as time passes, they learn to live a life that is unreal from time to time revisiting the past hey had left behind and still moving on hoping someday reality will bridge the gap.Not realising that with every moment the space expands and the memories fade ...that nothing will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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