<?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-22699269</id><updated>2011-09-20T14:24:36.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>((((Heartfelt))))</title><subtitle type='html'>Things that matter most are one's that last a lifetime!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114823328536450451</id><published>2006-05-21T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:11:25.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Long…Farewell…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/IMG_3833-fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/IMG_3833-fixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are after all visitors in each other’s life for just that brief moment and the time shared is what you make of it. Its time for me to leave for sea and I just thought I’d type this one last post before I leave, this is not me saying "Good-bye", its me saying "See you soon", coz I have never believed in good bye’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving someone behind is not the easiest thing to do, I have been doing it for the past 10 years now and I still haven’t got used to the fact that it hurts, leaving family, friends, loved ones. Its just not something we get used to, yes after a while we get so immersed in our work that we forget all the initial pain of letting go, but then again occasionally the memories crop up again and we start missing everyone back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living my dream in every way, I am working as a marine engineer which was an ambition, so my job is not really work it’s another passion of mine. Working hard, traveling round the world, meeting new people, watching beautiful sunsets, the drawbacks well being away from loved ones then again I love the missing feeling too, but yeah if I would have it my way ill take them along someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortage of love in the world is what inspired me to start writing.&lt;br /&gt;You wonderful people who have been reading my heartfelt thoughts from time to time this is a personal thank you for all your wonderful views and encouraging comments. I have come across some beautiful thoughts myself ,in your blog’s. Everyone of you have a unique talent that you can call your own and that is exactly what makes people come back and read more of what you have to say. So keep voicing out your thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about waking up each day, to discover something new,&lt;br /&gt;About meeting old people, but making new conversations,&lt;br /&gt;Walking through old roads, but still feeling nice about it,&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that you have grown a day older, but still feeling young at heart,&lt;br /&gt;Meeting busy schedules, but still finding time for old friends,&lt;br /&gt;Being nostalgic about bygone days, but looking forward to better days,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I could stay a day longer, yet managing to let go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114823328536450451?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114823328536450451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114823328536450451' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114823328536450451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114823328536450451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-longfarewell.html' title='So Long…Farewell…'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114655066274435684</id><published>2006-05-02T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:47:47.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A passion play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/vettriano17h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/320/vettriano17h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling In love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what happens when you fall down that long well of passion over a person and your heart goes boom and your mind leaves town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act-1,Scene-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I love you,Who are you anyways&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is,The big "WoW",the big "Yes,Yes,Yes" you've been waiting for.This is when you find someone and believe they are better,greater,cuter,wiser,more wonderful than anything you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lust isn't a sin,its a necessity,for with this as our guide,we imagine our bodies moving the way our bodies are meant to move.We can do marathons with our feet,lift pounds with our arms,have stars in our eyes and do a nifty dance routines.And you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no need of food,I have no need of sleep,I have no needs other than occasionally talking to other mortals.You are the best thing that's ever happened to me,probably because you haven't happened to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act-2,Scene-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetically called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or:ohhh yippie,you're mine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel so funny inside.You feel you could do anything and no one would dare laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love,you will treasure.You will not put it in the old basement next to your old clothes,your old walker or your sweatshirt.And you will not take this love for granted,because this is the biggest sin of all.And you will say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so good,I feel so strong,I feel actually attractive and I could learn to live with that feeling.Let us sing and dance and eat brown mushy foods,low in fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy!Oh rapture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I am no good at this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a dingy speck or I am becoming very very afraid.This must be because I am passive into the next part of love called....&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANXIETY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act-2,Scene-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anxiety&lt;/span&gt;:- &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;also known as: uh-oh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is where the doubt begins,where the mind comes back from shopping,yells at the heart,binds and gags it to a nice lounge chair,and allows guilt,failure and remembrance of things past to sit in for a warm glass of red wine,the glow of the candle light and a well used sofa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you fear what you need most.If its a person you love,you fear of appearing foolish in front of them.I am not demeaning myself,I have relatives to do that.But I leave it for the next act....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act-2,Scene-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Revolt&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the truth...The whole of it and nothing but it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is hard work.And sometimes,hard work can really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a game.If they didn't tell you before we will tell you now.Love is a game and if you play you either win or get ejected before the game is over.There are no ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will lose and learn some great meaningful answers from it all.Like,if it looks too good to be true,it is!Its easy to love something when you don't have to work at it.Its harder when it asks something of you,you might be afraid to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Give it away&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The heart is the most resilient muscle.It is also the stupidest.so if this love you've found is good to you,hold it,keep it,shout about it.If it isn't then maybe you should just become very good friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-also known as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the big whopper doodle&lt;/span&gt;,or,the most important part &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of this whole darn thing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is love,as demanding and nourishing and difficult it can be,and as strong and wise it makes you become.There is something to be gained from commitment.There are rewards for staying when you rather leave.And there is something to be said from running up that hill when you would rather slide down it.And so you let &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; come perch upon your shoulder,and you do not turn away. You do the tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. The above post had been forwarded to me a while back,just thought you guys will enjoy reading it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114655066274435684?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114655066274435684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114655066274435684' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114655066274435684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114655066274435684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/05/passion-play.html' title='A passion play.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114609920391418318</id><published>2006-04-27T05:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:18:17.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guilty as charged:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/e5b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/e5b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/tipsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Main accused in this case is really cute,tanned,four legged,a forever wagging tail and is downright adorable.Goes by the name of TIPSY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes have aquarium's,I'm sure they hate to live in,cat's loiter everywhere,cause apparently they are free spirits,Bird's hate cages,as they love to fly, but Dogs,they don't like living in kennels,they deserve homes,any kind,they don't very much care on the living conditions,they just want to be there,when you get back from work or go along with you for a family vacation,why Cause a dog is family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a dog ever since I was 2 years old a golden retriever/lab cross and gosh was she a beauty.In our younger days,We spent most of our days just playing in the mud,getting yelled at,playing fetch,watching TV and even took our daily beauty naps around the same time.Ofcourse we had our flaws while I ate sand once in a while,she tore up the newspaper or when I tried to catch some crawly thing she bit off someone's slippers,Cant Blame us,we believed then as we do now,that no one is perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no separating us,we even had common dislikes,for a bath,for not so yummy food with vegetables and yeah those meanie beenies who threw stones into the house,hated getting those vaccinations,grrrr.We did everything together,Saved the world a couple of times as We fought off the invading aliens and even played cop but knowing tipsy to be her, she would just wag and invite the bad guys home for tea.Its not her fault she was just so friendly and loving.She loved my friends and never ever let us out of her sight,she hated missing out on all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I wondered whether she really was my age or older cause there have been many instances when I had just started walking and I wanted to head out the main gate and she just woudnt let me,she would either hold on to my baby suit or jump on top of me and trip me over I always thought she was just jealous, because everyone else went out,but her.And she needed me for company sake you know,Good company is hard to find :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Year's rolled by,I started going to school and yet there was tipsy always there waiting to greet me at the gate itself, wagging, drooling,jumping,yelping in delight that her best friend had returned after a hard day at school and all she expected in return was a pat or a hug or to hear my voice say down tipsy down,stop jumping :) She would patiently sit and listen to my daily trials and tribulation during a better half of my school years and sometimes would even skip meal times just so that I complete what I had to say.The number of conversations we had about love in general and the bad guys coming to get me were endless.There were so many nights when I would slip from my bed room to come and find her sitting by the gate just looking into the stars,waiting for them to disappear so that morning came and she would get to see me again.And she also used to make sure that there were no law and order problems in the neighbourhood at night,that was her part time job it seemed.Then as my dad would read the paper she would sit by his feet and take a peek at what's happening in the world.She was always well informed that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this thing about age that you cant defy and that is moving on to a better place,though I did not understand very much of it at 10 years old,I have grown wiser with time.Tipsy moved on when I was eleven and well even the last breath she took,looking into my eyes,making sure I was okie.I cried my heart out and even now I shed a tear in her name every other day.I have always had a dog ever since,its the fourth generation running and I still name my dog tipsy and its still the same lab/retriever,some people find it strange,some understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought being not to lose the essence of someone beloved,throughout my life,by naming her again and again, I just tend to accumulate memories of a loved one and not feel the suffering of a loss as much,But yes I must admit there are moments,when I recall the other's and I cry and then tipsy comes along and stares at me with those big droopy eyes that say I'm here for you,really what more could one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse times have changed and while I break my head over a book,she likes to chew up mobile phones or when I expect her to go fetch something I throw,she gives me the look that says fetch it yourself :)Gone were the days when I used to take her out for a walk,now I tend to wonder if it was always the other way round,like it was me who needed the excercise. She likes it,getting attention all the time,sending those silent hello's to the people who walk their dog's.We have even made a couple of friends that way.We sure have come a long way,me and tipsy,and we sure have a long way to go,me and tipsy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line "The more people i meet,the more i like my dog" is proof enough that a dog has been a wo-man's best friend since time unknown and shall remain so....We have friends,faithful ones,ones that listen and ones that dont have a tail and for the one's that do,this is my salutation to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114609920391418318?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114609920391418318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114609920391418318' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114609920391418318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114609920391418318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/04/guilty-as-charged.html' title='Guilty as charged:)'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114558771484255922</id><published>2006-04-21T08:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:54:41.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/cgdownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/320/cgdownload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was fair,black eyes,short hair,with clips on either side to keep a few strands from falling on her pretty face.She had a smile that shook me from within from the first time I saw her.Being 2 foot nothing and at 7 years old I thought I had seen an angel,my first ever crush :)It was a good 5 years before I finally moved on and fell head over heels all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a magical feeling,being infatuated,the whole purpose of leading a selfish life being lost and all that matters is one glimpse of the person who makes your heart skip a beat, actually 2 beats:)Those lovely days which started with arriving well ahead of time so that you catch them walking to class from the car park,staring away as if there was no tomorrow at the assembly hall,Skipping classes just to walk by the classes they would be at,find an excuse to stand beside them at the cafeteria,sit at a place where you have a clear view of the one person you would love to share your lunch with,and wanting to head back home only after they completely disappear from your sights at the end of the day wondering why tomorrow came so late.All that innocence being put to good use and the heart yearns for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if there are times when they take leave and you wish you had fallen ill too,or if you don't get to see them all day and start behaving like it is the end of the world,we seem to thrive on the pain during these heartaches:) Looking for an excuse to have a conversation only seems half the struggle than actually stop blushing when your friends tease you,as she walks past and your heart races like never before.And I figure only god could help if she turned your way and flashed that million watt smile and you wonder whether life was actually measured by the number of breaths you take or by moments like these that take your breath away.Well either ways you were in heaven and there was just one angel around:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her scent lingers and numbs your senses,so much so that you do not hear the class teacher calling out your name and asking you a question to which you obviously have no answer and get punished and if you did not learn from this incident once,chances are you don't ever learn it :)Your grades suffer but who cares,what's important is that she wore a new bracelet today.You get punished again,but hey her sweet voice called out your name from the attendance register.You did not complete your homework,well its her birthday tomorrow what am I going to gift her?When you have major worries such as getting your first love note/letter with the right words and as life itself revolved round her why would we worry about trivial stuff such as studies right :)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a phase most of us go through,having crushes,falling in love,heartaches and given the opportunity I'd do it all over again for the sheer reason of giving a piece of my heart to someone I adore more than myself.The insanity of being all blue eyed about that one person who you would love to call your own.I love the feeling,over the years and after having a million odd crushes and heartaches from cute classmates to the ones on the big screen it never ceases to amaze how it happens in a different way all over again.As we grow up most crushes turn to fondness and since they are so close to the heart they remain friends for a lifetime and well the very reason on how I still am in touch with my first crush across miles where she is happily married and with a beautiful little kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why for me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is-A state of total captivation,the Experience-Bewitching,the Effect-Spell bound,Intoxicating,the Conclusion-Temporary,And yet we crave for more than we need,for we are humans and can be forgiven :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114558771484255922?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114558771484255922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114558771484255922' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114558771484255922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114558771484255922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/04/blissful-blues.html' title='Blissful Blues.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114555703631750854</id><published>2006-04-20T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T06:47:53.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Words Unsaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/vettriano25o.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/vettriano25o.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its fascinating how in a moment of silence ,a message is conveyed to or from someone.Remember the last time you looked into someone's eyes and felt all the love in the world and not one word was said or recollect the incident when you kept staring at someone and not before long they turned back and caught you staring "Silent calling" I'd say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it would feel that we have many a thing to say to someone we love,to express our love all it takes is in that moment of silence,a look,a smile or those eyelashes that speak and say I love you in every way.Its something special just holding hands and walking along with no thoughts being exchanged in words,just you and a loved one conveying emotions through heartbeats:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those thoughtful days,in those silent moments that someone special is valued most just with you and your heart working overtime and how someone looks more beautiful in your imagination,these little things matter a great deal as they are not influenced by anyone's words or thoughts,but your own.The stillness of the night,the calmness of the sea these experiences are relished for the sheer silent beauty of it all,where you would like to believe you are all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love,respect and caring are best conveyed not through mere words alone but with a heart that yells it all the time,irrespective of whether you are in the same room facing each other or miles away a silent thought,prayer reaches across the distance and is often heard to your loved one.I'm sure each one of you must have heard that phrase"Gosh,I was just thinking about you".Its a personal experience and its happened on so many occasions when you might be thinking of a person and the next moment they are calling or at your door step:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice feeling when you have someone,a silent partner who just listens to everything you have to say not saying a word,but more often than not we find someone who well we cant shut up :).At times like these we learn to listen,as we are often appreciated for the silence we offered just by lending that ear.I think its wonderful that we see things in a much clearer light when we are within ourselves,cause the source of most answers lie deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share different relationships with every loved one,yet there are some where you don't need the trivia of words or overt reactions to convey the bond that silence can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114555703631750854?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114555703631750854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114555703631750854' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114555703631750854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114555703631750854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/04/words-unsaid.html' title='Words Unsaid.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114412943753315660</id><published>2006-04-04T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:02:27.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At 27 turned 16 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/f47b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/f47b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes we all turn 16 don't we?But how many of us turn 16 year after year :) I most definitely do.But why 16 you may ask?Well actually no specific reason as such but I just loved my innocence and immaturity at that age and its something I would love going back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sure from all the posts you wonderful people must have realized well nothing much has changed you still sound 16 because there are many who cant comprehend the fact that at 27 ,I can still be a dreamer :) I take it as a compliment when friends say I haven't changed at all,and when someone says why don't you grow up?I ask them why? I don't often get an answer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironical from the time we were born all we wanted to do was to grow up be all mature and stuff and yet as we grow older we tend to behave more childishly :) I don't like growing up,I never did,its too much stress analyzing each and everything on what people said and what they actually meant or a situation that went bad,not trusting anyone easily,doing grown up things like forcing yourself to have an intelligent conversation all the time so that you just be accepted etc.Yet I do think that these people are amazing individuals in their own right and maybe they are comfortable being who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to believe all ,my friends are lovely,intelligent people and its not because of their age but because my heart says so.I enjoy celebrating each of my friends birthdays much more than my own,I really don't find my birthday as important really :) and so do most of my friends ,that's why I send them a reminder each year making sure they wish me,I understand the fact that in their busy lives they tend to forget trivial things such as birthdays and stuff and I don't want to hold it against them,coz all I want from them is their wishes and love,and they never disappoint me,I figured well instead of being upset that some friend forgot to wish ill just make sure I have them wish me by either reminding them or calling them and by asking them to I save myself from being upset,its purely selfish :) This way everyone is happy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is this other thing I do each birthday,I gift myself something I have always wanted,its just that the thing has been in the back of your mind all year and waiting for Santa to bring it over :) well be Mr.Claus for a change and gift yourself that gift you so deserve to celebrate your special day for the rest of the year and everytime you see it,it shall remind you of that wonderful day called your birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a delicate combination of admiration,trust,empathy,2 forks and one dessert....And it also gives every one of us an excuse to celebrate the day you were born,so have a blast:)!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114412943753315660?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114412943753315660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114412943753315660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114412943753315660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114412943753315660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-27-turned-16.html' title='At 27 turned 16 :)'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114343885659755588</id><published>2006-03-27T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:05:45.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Postman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/vettriano19s.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/vettriano19s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times have changed and with it ways of communication too,in the era of mobile phones,internet even the fax machines and landlines seem pretty outdated. While important documents are scanned and mailed as attachments, photos are shared across the web and chatting has become secondary to anyone who knows how to use the computer in the first place. Its the way forward they say,but in our quest to move ahead of our time I think we are leaving the emotions attached to the good old way of writing letters and posting it,behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of receiving a letter by post is still the same but most of us have lost the inspiration to write. If all these years away from home has taught me anything it is this that sheer communication alone can bridge distances.But even this,if not done from the heart has dire consequences.I love writing letters,coz at the end of the day what's heartfelt is there on paper with lots of grammatical error's and spelling mistakes that would make u want to go back to nursery school:).Yet instead of being worried about the above I go ahead and post it hoping that the sentiments alone are noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time the letter is put in the post box till it is delivered there is an eager anticipation of its reaching the destination safe.Ofcourse once upon a time they were held in high regard coz they were the source of all news good and bad and the postman got the respect he deserved.Those who stay away from home in hostels look forward to meeting the postman at the doorstep with the just incase someone wrote look on their face :) The feelings conveyed through a letter are so real that makes anyone weak in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take time out to write to people we care about,once we force ourselves to do it a couple of times it becomes a habit,a good one.A letter conveys through words,emotions that are heartfelt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114343885659755588?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114343885659755588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114343885659755588' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114343885659755588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114343885659755588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/mrpostman.html' title='Mr.Postman.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114288088760368611</id><published>2006-03-21T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:01:35.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Photographs….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/IMG_4067-fixed.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/IMG_4067-fixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/IMG_4067-fixed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;…Lasting impressions! A snapshot of a moment that would be frozen in time forever, that’s exactly how I refer to a photograph. What started out as a hobby became a passion and well although it is true that one is more beautiful in imagination I think a snap comes a close second. To capture good times with friends, family and loved ones man invented the camera that rid’s him the convenience of forgetting and remembering old faces and new at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of us want to look our best in a snap, doing up the hair or putting on some make up or straightening the shirt at the end of it all the photographer wants is just a smile :) and we all can give him that cant we? But yes I would agree with most of you taking a passport size snap is a painful experience where we have to force ourselves to smile so next time you go for one go with a friend! The smile comes out better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the age of digital camera’s the 35mm seems to hold its own and I frankly prefer good old films where the whole thrill of developing and printing and more so waiting to receive the same still sends a rush through me. My loved ones and friends look more beautiful and going through them I relive the experience, which needless to say brings about a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have some wonderful experiences in our lives, we visit new places, meet new friends, have some fun times with the old ones, are witnesses to something strange, try something new, look our best at a school reunion, cherish a family visit, hugging a loved one, the first step of a newborn, see nature in all its glory etc and although all these images would last forever in our mind, they become blur and tend to fade away with time and when we want to share it with our near and dear in words so few, we find it a little difficult. A photograph makes our lives so much easier in such times and all we had to do to relive the experience was to smile when we were asked to, or correct me was it “say cheese” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114288088760368611?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114288088760368611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114288088760368611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288088760368611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288088760368611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-just-photographs.html' title='Not Just Photographs….'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114288074305706933</id><published>2006-03-21T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:22:23.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar Goes to….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Movies, where dreams meet reality and we shed all logic to be entertained or lost in another world for an hour or more. What a tough job it is to try and please so many people all over the world, yet a few prominent dreamers are able to do it repeatedly. Although most of the time credit only goes to the actors involved I think it’s the directors who should take the cake as they manage to light up the screen with a dream he once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There have been some wonderful movies from time immemorial some of them were appreciated and received a lot of accolades while the others stuck around and heard praises from the critics themselves but whatever be the case movies were made year after year with the sole purpose of entertaining you. So many characters so many movies and there is always a chance that one resembled your personality and you are thrilled beyond words when someone came up and said that it reminded them of you :) The talented actors who play the character to near perfection and manage to give a breath taking performance time and again. The beautiful places where the movies are shot at, that makes you believe you are living it. The whole experience of watching a movie either alone, with friends or a loved one is something that some of us like to do so often and never get bored of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;   I am a complete movie buff, I watch over 300 odd movies a year and I like them all cause I know the director and artist and all involved have made it with the intention of entertaining us, Nobody wants to make a bad movie, they all make it with the belief that it would appeal to the masses. But some of us just are not interested at that point of time to watch something that beats all logic :) We are all dreamers within and when we go to watch a movie we just want to be lost, forget all logic and enjoy someone else’s dream. I think its an awesome profession to be making cinema and hats off to everyone involved in trying to make one persons dream a reality for everyone to watch and admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114288074305706933?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114288074305706933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114288074305706933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288074305706933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288074305706933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar Goes to….'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114288062899319648</id><published>2006-03-21T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:08:41.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And I Miss You….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/vettriano5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/vettriano5z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder and sometimes wander too, how many times we have heard that over the years? Missing is in fact one of my favorite emotion, when I miss someone I get to think all the wonderful things about that person and what would it feel like having them around at that moment. But how many of us do get about calling them or letting them know that you are thinking about them and you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many an occasion when the person would be sitting right beside you and you would miss them, you feel so distant from them like they were miles away and although it is a loved one we feel embarrassed if not shy to let them know. We tend to do quite a few crazy things when we miss someone, lost in our thoughts, our own world we often cry feeling the want and need of that someone at that particular moment even if it is just for a few minutes just to see their face or just to hear them laugh or tell you that they love you or hold your hands and walk for a while or more so just to give you that big wonderful hug :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never curbed myself from letting someone know that I miss them, why should I? Well most of my friends say it makes you more vulnerable to hurt and pain letting someone know that you care about them so much and I would reply saying what if I don’t get another chance to let them know. I have been away from home and loved ones for a long time now and while there are many a person I miss when I am at sea I find it extremely satisfying to let them know I do. It keeps me sane out there J really! What’s worse is the missing gets worse when I am due to meet that person I really have been dying to meet. Say I am to meet a loved one a few hours from now and I am on my way, hitching a ride with me are lotsa expectations and all those pent up feelings since we last met and as we get closer to actually meeting each other the emotions get the better of you and you miss them even more J Its weird really, but I have never fought my emotions, I have listened to them most of the time, ofcourse it has got me into trouble too but no matter what is heartfelt is to be let known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly the leaves of memory fall,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly ill gather and pick them all,&lt;br /&gt;Coz today tomorrow and till my life is through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could mean the world for someone when you say, “I miss you”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114288062899319648?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114288062899319648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114288062899319648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288062899319648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114288062899319648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-i-miss-you.html' title='And I Miss You….'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114271330079428107</id><published>2006-03-19T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:25:51.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;....Keep falling on my head....And so the song goes,just one of the few songs inspired by well,Rain :) We all have our rainy day stories to share,it would either be with a friend just cycling across town or on you way to work on a Monday morning and then the heavens open up soaking you head to toe.But whatever be the case beyond a point you just don't care about getting wet and just enjoy the whole ordeal of being drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fun thing to do,ofcourse I have had some wild stares conveying do you know how old you are?are you out of your mind?Why are you spoiling those kids?Someone's going to be in bed ill tomorrow,and I just acknowledge them all with a smile which says come join me:) I love the rain,be it the noise on the window panes,while driving and the wipers go swoosh,while walking and there are puddles which people avoid and I just gladly hop into,be it at sea when there seems to be enough water on the planet but hey the skies think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immediate post rain session being lovely and romantic and sometimes a rainbow makes the scene complete.The plants and trees seem to have a shine when it has just showered and the flowers bloom like they just gained a new lease of life :) The only Rains I am not too fond off are the ones in London/Scotland,well they don't get you drenched that's why :) but yes they have a charm of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the rains are natures way of saying hey guys have a blast the shower is on the house :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114271330079428107?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114271330079428107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114271330079428107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114271330079428107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114271330079428107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops....'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114179006503702026</id><published>2006-03-08T08:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:24:25.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every street,every corner has a memory attached to it and that's one of the reasons why home is where the heart is.Some of us are born and brought up in a neighborhood that remains home forever,while we travel around the world the only place we would love to come back to is home.Nothing beats the feeling of being back in a place where every thing looks familiar and even the new leaf on a branch of a favorite tree is noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secure feeling that a home gives is one that is acquired over time and no other place ever can take its place.Your loved ones,friends,neighbor's they all recognize you and they manage to point out the slightest change in appearance or behavior and it makes you realize that you were actually noticed as you were growing up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools,colleges where you once studied become a memory ground where walking through corridors or classrooms or auditoriums can send you back reeling into a childhood well spent :) The desk you sat at where once you might have etched your name on it with a compass is starting to fade away and a momentary feeling of doing it all over again so that it lasts another few years.The tree that sheltered you on most days during lunch still stands for others to use.The staff rooms of teachers by which you would have always avoided fear of being called in.Wow,no wonder we all miss our schooling years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I had visited my home town,a place where I just love going back to,with a friend on every street and the weather as heavenly as ever.While the town itself holds a special place in my heart there are these few streets that I will always remember till the end of time.These streets have homes of friends who I have grown up with and have shared the better half of my life.The city holds more in terms of memory and well wishers than one imagines which remains one of the sole reasons to keep going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a wonderful retreat we call home,Some of us find it only when we travel to another place and feel like a misfit around there.To appreciate the value of a home I guess we have to imagine or dread what it would be like to not have one.The comfort and warmth a home provides is not worth losing over the best job that takes you across the world.Since love is all that we yearn for in the world today it would be apt to say Home is where love was found for one and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114179006503702026?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114179006503702026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114179006503702026' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114179006503702026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114179006503702026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/03/paradise-found.html' title='Paradise Found.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114113415940483196</id><published>2006-02-28T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:12:39.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Student for life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some if not all of us have been at some point in our lives been touched by someone who taught us or who shared with us knowledge that would affect our future in some way or another.These well respected human beings undergo severe hatred from students,although all they tried to do was to broaden our horizons when it came to learning something new.And we hardly ever credited them with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our lives I doubt if any of us ever forget our knowledge bearing teacher's and professors who despite teaching year after year the same thing never ever got tired of sharing with us the lessons we were to learn to learn literally only once in a life time.Every teacher had a different way to impart this lesson some were down right sweet and some a lil harsh but who would it benefit at the end of the day? Us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were born with gifts of exactly knowing who would succeed in life right from the start,seldom the wrong doers ever went unpunished and the mischievous always behaved cause they knew of the secret powers a teacher possessed. At various times in our lives when we are either at our peak or low someone comes along who guides us to get better or just gives that helping hand to stand up,they are no one but the messengers of the wonderful teachers who taught them to share this knowledge they learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves have maybe consciously or unconsciously shared such knowledge learnt and pretend its our own not giving credit where it's due.Our teachers are responsible for shaping each one of us in a way so that in our journey through life we have little or no trouble at all.Most of us miss our schooling or student life all together,mainly because it was a constant learning process,some of us move on to become students of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who believe knowledge is power and refuse to share what they have learnt or know are not liked by many and don't progress much in life.The other's possess the gift of teaching,like magic they know exactly how to share what they know in a way that we understand.Imagine coming day after day with a passion for teaching a subject they are so good at.I often sense that a teacher is most gratified when he sees all his students through to the next class or level and if after they leave succeed in whatever they pursue and come back to express gratitude it would be the best feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have had wonderfull teachers through school and college,We are who we are today due to the foundation laid by these talented people who never gave up on us.They deserve all the credit and more for they never seem to tire from creating the leaders of today and tomorrow.I would like to part with these few lines taken from a wondeful teacher of mine,It goes to show the perseverance one needs to have to become a "Teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We the willing,led by the unknowing,are doing the impossible,for the ungrateful,We have done so much for so long,with so little,we are now qualified to do anything with nothing" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114113415940483196?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114113415940483196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114113415940483196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114113415940483196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114113415940483196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/student-for-life.html' title='Student for life.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114092470622059015</id><published>2006-02-26T08:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:01:46.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And the compliment goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compliments are but words of truth in disguise,that at most times makes one feel flattered.Yet people aren't very gracious with their compliments.I don't know if its the fear they have that they might lose something or the fact that the person receiving the compliments would start acting too big for his/her boots.However they fail to wonder what if they don't get another chance to say the things they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We constrain from letting someone know how we feel just to avoid getting hurt.if you have some nice things to say about someone where is there a risk of getting hurt,there is infact of making things better and the person thinking nice things about you.Ofcourse there is always the "trying to get into the good books theory" that contradicts this.But a compliment really meant and that's heartfelt does not go un noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could meet complete strangers and since most of us on our first meetings put our best foot forward we are given compliments that literally stay on make us remember that person although you might never meet again.In times of solitude one such recollection could bring out the smile on your face and you know what they say about smiling to oneself :) Although a conscious mind would never admit to wanting to hear nice things said,he sure wouldn't mind being appreciated for the hard work,kindness,caring,love etc would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all meet and are are a part of each other's lives for just a few minutes of the day,yet it takes a whole lot of breaking the ego to tell someone you love them or they are the most beautiful person in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in words creates confidence,&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in thinking,creates profoundness,&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in giving,creates love,&lt;br /&gt;Love-One word that frees us of all pain in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a compliment,please make time to spare a few words To make someone feel nicer in thought or beauty.It might just be a few words for you but could make the world of a difference for your friend concerned:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114092470622059015?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114092470622059015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114092470622059015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114092470622059015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114092470622059015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-compliment-goes-to.html' title='And the compliment goes to...'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114065789563599859</id><published>2006-02-23T05:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:54:55.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/320/sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't is Breathtaking?I always wondered if it was nature's way of saying"GoodMorning" or "Good Evening". Something that can never be recreated by man as he would just stare in awe over ages to come.We all get to remember from our memories a sight like this but I guess I am one of those lucky few who gets to see it day after day and actually look forward to another picture perfect end to a lovely day gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hobby of mine to take sunset snaps ever since I started to sail.Over the years I have quite a collection of these and believe you me that not one sunset has been similar,its always a different picture spread across the horizon with a different story to tell was always beautiful.Its a pleasure to watch as the skies turn from blue to dark orange to sometimes red and even manages a shade of pink at times as the sun maintains its glow and sets over the horizon across the blue sea.Wow.It has always amazed me how could something as stunning as a sunset go unnoticed.There are times when I come back from sea and head up to my terrace just to watch the magic all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset sure has brought out the best works in many an artist too.It has been an inspiration to many in either writing books,songs,poetry,painting a picture or even end movies with the riding into the sunset bit.All said and done if you ever do decide to make a moment of the time you spent watching the sunset with a loved one or all by yourself,cherish it cause as beautiful as the setting maybe it cant be recreated in the exact same way once again.It was made with just you in mind :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114065789563599859?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114065789563599859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114065789563599859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114065789563599859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114065789563599859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/picture-perfect-end.html' title='Picture Perfect End.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114057731449979073</id><published>2006-02-22T07:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:11:46.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flowers,Ice-cream,Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/IMG_3914-fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/200/IMG_3914-fixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YUMMY....In any order you choose these act as life lines for many people about to enter the world,for some who are live and well ,and for those few who are about to pass on.And those of you who avoid all three I am sure you have a substitute,maybe not as good enough like these though.As we age we need to remember somethings in life are always meant to remain sweet and just letting go,being that kid again is as important as love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a sight when u see elders go soft over a bowl of ice cream?Or a kid handling a melted chocolate bar.And flowers well they just bring about it fragrance in everyone's lives.Indulging in the above sure sends spirits soaring and we have every reason to be happy about still remains the most sought after way of saying I love you,thank you,I am sorry,it's so nice to see you after so long,congrats,all you need is a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the various choices these days with respect to all three the adventurous try new flavors or kinds of flowers all the time and well the I know what I like types stick to their good old taste.but all said and done isn't it fascinating that when nothing seems right in the world there is still something like chocolate and ice cream that makes the world a much better place to live in :) And if only in our oh so busy lives we take just one minute out to stop and smell the flowers we sure would find a more beautiful world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has recently got me to believe that flowers look better on the plants and trees themselves and well I sure wouldn't have believed till I found myself in a garden wondering why do people ever pick out the flowers,it really is more romantic when you bring the person you love to the garden that way you have an array of flowers to gift :) ofcourse there are exceptions when the person is unable to go to the egarden then you go over the top and bring the garden to them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no choice but to avoid sweets,my sympathies and my compatriots with the sweet tooth well if someone asks you why do you over indulge just tell them to maintain your sweetness level :) Am I a sweet fanatic? Ask any of my friends to know the truth,the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things sweet and wonderful came to us humans in one form or the other,for me well they were always around wrapped in a colorful foil,on a waffle cone or at your doorstep....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life is Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114057731449979073?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114057731449979073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114057731449979073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114057731449979073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114057731449979073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/flowersice-creamchocolate.html' title='Flowers,Ice-cream,Chocolate.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114057092933187221</id><published>2006-02-22T05:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:58:14.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have just one chance,just one shot to achieve what you have dreamed of and give it your all,your absolute everything like you had nothing or maybe everything to lose its rest assured you will come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What separates the greats from the commons are that they tend to do this at every stage that demands it and commons achieve it when they are absolutely given no choice at all.And what separates the two well just sheer belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us,deep inside believes that we were born to make a difference in the world and yet when life offers us so much at hand we tend to shun away from taking the responsibilities of greatness.We start looking for excuses and what you seek you shall find.It is another feeling when you know for a fact that the whole world underestimates your capabilities and you just go ahead and prove them all wrong.A thought of mine "The truth passes through three important stages....First it is Ridiculed,secondly it becomes violently opposed and thirdly it becomes self evident "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be times when you begin to doubt your own capabilities and if you find just one person you love who believes in you it makes the ordeal so much easier cause most human beings need someone to re-assure themselves that at the end of the day the hard work put in is worth it.We all have within us lying dormant champions of the world yet few of us find ways to wake them up,those who do give back to life so much more and those who don't make life look like such hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison once remarked "Every Failure of mine is another step forward" for those who have this perspective on every aspect of life should have it easy getting through tough times.I have always felt being the underdog with absolutely nothing to lose is a winner in their own rights,cause when they do give it their all they will have no regrets and that truly makes a champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my belief "whatever you vividly imagine,ardently desire,sincerely believe and enthusiastically act upon must inevitably come to pass " so don't hold back come to believe you can live your dreams because once you come to believe you no longer question it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114057092933187221?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114057092933187221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114057092933187221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114057092933187221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114057092933187221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come true.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114053050491365036</id><published>2006-02-21T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:39:32.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Rhythm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Many describe it as the language of love,sometimes even words are not required to convey what's really felt yet there are some amazing human beings who know the exact words that make the special verse which sums up all feelings.We underestimate the influence of music in our daily lives,for most of us it is just listening to our favorite songs day after day and as for the others they are just waiting for the new song that would in their own words blow their mind :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Isn't it wonderful how music can change our moods whenever we want to,lift our spirits when we are feeling low,or fall in love all over again,make us unconsciously humm the tune all day long,give us the drive we are looking for to be that lil extra confident,to at the drop of a hat bring back a memory related to that song,to feel like getting jiggy with it,all this and more,Music makes it all happen and what's more it asks nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Music is the only thing other than love that appeals to a person's heart.For some the kind of music you listen to could make the difference between being compatible and not,well cant argue can I?It would mean quite a compromise when two people in love with different taste in music have to decide on what to listen to....But frankly somehow music does find common ground,i doubt there is a logical explanation for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Being a traveler I listen to music all over the world,music made in their language with their special instruments and every one has a different flavor to it each distinct with the only similarity being the common love in trying to make each sound pleasing to the ear and heart.Thats where music breaks all boundaries and reaches out to everyone irrespective of race,caste or religion.The power of music binds us all in someway or the other the message it conveys brings people together( we are the world,heal the world-MJ),sheds a ray of hope when it is required when a whole nation is in crisis(what's going on?-Sting)or even mourns the death of someone that is loved by all(candle in the wind-Elton John).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We should silently acknowledge the talented people who are inspired,work so hard and make such wonderful music that gives every one of us in someway a few minutes of the melodious sound we''d like to hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114053050491365036?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114053050491365036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114053050491365036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114053050491365036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114053050491365036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/listen-to-rhythm.html' title='Listen to the Rhythm...'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114049520590174446</id><published>2006-02-21T08:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:56:25.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friendship= A relationship of any kind that should last no less than one lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us have been lucky to have friends who would be there no matter what and for those few who are still looking for such friends don't fret they might be just around the corner its my belief that "Friends are just stranger's who have never met" To make new Friends is like being blessed all over again just when you thought that god was taking a holiday.Friends see us through some good times and are reason themselves for some bad ones but when you look past it friends are those loving human beings who love you and care for you 365 days of the year through their existence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship's are important,there are friends who are lifetime advisors and don't ever hesitate to knock sense in you when you most need it,there are friends who are there just to listen to anything you have to say offering no comments,no judgments nothing they just listen,one of the best kinds :),there are friends who are your alter ego everything matches literally your long lost twin,there are friends who you pick up fights with just for the heck of it,there are friends who you love irritating,bugging them like there is no tomorrow,there are friends who you respect,look up to,admire for the way they get around life,there are friends who you end up having a crush on and you get very possessive about them,there are friends who you would call just to have an icecream with,there are friends who you have known all your life,there are friends who make that cup of coffee when you most need it :)Some friends find in each other a soulmate they were longing for.friendship is the strongest foundation laid for the bond of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lucky I have friends all over the world I love meeting new people and making new friends some of them remain just acquainted and some get closer.I share a different relationship with each one of them but the base being a strong trust that I am always around.The secret lies in just accepting them as they are and make the time spent together worthwhile.I cherish all my friends cause each one of them have at some point in my life given me a reason to smile about. But Making friends is not enough at times it is more important to keep them and that is where a little effort is required.People get caught up in the daily rigamore of life that it is important to let them know you do think of them once in a while if not more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends every one of them,I wish them nothing but happiness to last a life time and a promise that I'm around if they need me.The least you can give in return for every new relationship found in a friend is gratitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114049520590174446?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114049520590174446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114049520590174446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114049520590174446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114049520590174446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114049125605569057</id><published>2006-02-21T07:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:43:11.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life,Love,Dancing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/1600/vettriano2ae.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3393/2313/320/vettriano2ae.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of Love with a dash of music and we could just dance our way through life,live by it and you will come to believe it is true.Dancing has been one of the best forms of expressing what's within since the dawn of time I can imagine and I am sure it shall always be the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each one of us has a dancer within,we just hate to admit it or rather haven't been given the right occasion for us to just burn the dance floor as I put it.It really is a heartening sight to see young ones shaking a leg on one hand and on the other an aged couple just waltzing away like all was right in the world as long as they had each other.it still manages to bring a smile on my face :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personally Dancing has always been a passionate affair,and when that is the case what's playing in the background rarely matters.Its just the heart that moves to the rhythm and the soul takes over.The movements needs to be as precise as the notes in the music itself.When you dance from within you stand out in a crowd,you make the person watching you feel like dancing,you make there person beside you want to be be your partner and you make the person dancing with you dance all day long.But as a dancer you forget there is a world watching,its like you belong to the floor,as if it made you complete and the music was played just as a celebration of that very moment when everything seemed perfect!Its one of the most intimate moments with oneself as I have believed "Life is not measured by the number of breath's you take,but by moments that take your breath away" and dancing brings out many such moments.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance form of any kind is a treat to watch,whilst most look out for the hard steps to try to imitate for me it has always been about the expression as I said earlier what's within reflects on someone's face its especially true when dancing.Slow dancing is about two hearts that unite to become one soul and the eyes immersed in what would seem like for eternity.Its one of the easiest way to regain ground in any relationship to bridge distance of any kind.Dancing has been the best gift life has offered to me and in return I dance to celebrate life itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114049125605569057?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114049125605569057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114049125605569057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114049125605569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114049125605569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/lifelovedancing.html' title='Life,Love,Dancing...'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114041568360240363</id><published>2006-02-20T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:53:17.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love is about Giving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling in love or being in love is one of the best feelings ever,some may beg to differ on my opinion and there are majority of those who would agree.It definitely brings out the best in us on most occasions and the worst within on those rare few,but those who go ahead,get past their differences and strive to make it work end up being the very ones who survive hard times.They just look it up as another challenge coming their way and live by the thought tough times don't last but tough people do.For those unlucky few who let it get the better of them tend to forget the very moments in their lives that seemed so beautiful,Romantic,so very much in love and take rash decisions that end up hurting everyone involved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would seem like the most obvious thing to do when someone is unhappy.When the heights of passion in the relationship is at a peak, things that irritate you now you found very cute then.The irony is things don't change much its how we interpret it that changes.i have personally always believed that it's more important to avoid doing the things that someone doesnt like than always do things just to get into their good books.Love should be about a little "take" and a lot of "give" cause expectations in a relationship of any kind leads to disappointment if not met.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114041568360240363?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114041568360240363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114041568360240363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114041568360240363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114041568360240363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-about-giving.html' title='Love is about Giving.'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22699269.post-114040895011280314</id><published>2006-02-20T09:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:42:11.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A smile matters:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethings in life are just worth living for,thought's always mattered especially those of the ones you love.Be it a moment in the past or a dream being lived it matters most when the very thought brings that curve on your beautiful face and a lucky few have slight depression in the cheeks that make it look all the more lovely.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People have many a reason to be happy about and few reasons to smile,am i contradicting my own statement,think about it? A genuine smile reflects whats heartfelt,There are times when you can actually see the smile in the persons eyes.These are little things that tend to fade away as we grow old and once we get to the old bit we start looking for it in our near and dear ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having different criterions to fill to be a loved one to someone is part and parcel of life but something to strive for in all relationships should be to give them as much or rather many a reason to smile about,be it from the very silly things you do or just a random comment that makes the heart flutter:) cause at the end of the day all that remains is the memory of a beautiful smile an important expression of a loved one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22699269-114040895011280314?l=heartcreeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114040895011280314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22699269&amp;postID=114040895011280314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114040895011280314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22699269/posts/default/114040895011280314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcreeper.blogspot.com/2006/02/smile-matters.html' title='A smile matters:)'/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113269561203861561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/191/9913/640/sailor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
