<?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-6239970380024760129</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:44:57.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Anurag.......!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239970380024760129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Atom_Music</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476337068321787195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUijxKbdhHM/StiHfi8-S1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JeNQ8fWXc7g/S220/070220091346.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239970380024760129.post-8906825844478978891</id><published>2010-01-12T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:56:11.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of A Love, and A Story</title><content type='html'>Lets travel through time..........backwards   !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Pain of love is always felt in heart of someone who had loved someone but didn't get the same in return.Finally ,he consoles himself by thinking that maybe she was not the right gal for him or may be this whole idea of loving someone is rubbish as their is only pain involved and nobody likes to bear pain in this contemporary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              It might have been the same case with Anupam who had loved Swati from the bottom of his heart but was taken aback when he felt Swati was avoiding him.He really wasn't getting the things because he was immature  as expected from a 10th standard guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Anupam and Swati were fellows since their 6th standard and good friends too.Their friendship nourished till the 9th when their sections were separated.He felt a loneliness in his life and found out that it was due to the separation of Swati and rest was done by the influence of bollywood and he felt that he was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They were again in the same section in 10th standard and here Anupam did the mistake by staring at swati continously.This helped swati create a bad image of Anupam and avoided him all time.He was really surprised by her attitude but this was so obvious.He had dug a graveyard for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         5 years later...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Anupam still ponders over the situation with him and realises that what was his mistake but it's too late now ....................BuT sTiLl He HaS a ChAnCe........!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239970380024760129-8906825844478978891?l=srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/feeds/8906825844478978891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-love-and-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239970380024760129/posts/default/8906825844478978891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239970380024760129/posts/default/8906825844478978891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-love-and-story.html' title='Of A Love, and A Story'/><author><name>Atom_Music</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476337068321787195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUijxKbdhHM/StiHfi8-S1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JeNQ8fWXc7g/S220/070220091346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239970380024760129.post-1911663039649758451</id><published>2009-10-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:29:49.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin with........</title><content type='html'>Probably not the best thing to start with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading 'The Alchemist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels strange why we try to be ‘normal’. Why we cannot just be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;‘Phonies’ that is the word and world is full of them.&lt;br /&gt;The price that we need to pay for living in this society is to follow the norms. No I am not complaining. It is custom I know, but accept it at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything looks stupid, we live wearing masks. May be we are not able to recognize who really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever looked at mirror and wondered who the person in the image is? Try to recite your name, recite it slowly and think about the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the discomfort of silence,  feeling of being lonely in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we always need to fill companionship with words. Why the hell we need to smile, pretend to enjoy a conversation, ‘behave’. I want to come right in front of the face and say you are an idiot, can’t you remain silent, leave me alone…..or in American way; fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the fear of going to school, going to a party, fear of competing, fear of failure, fear of sympathy……. At times we all want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stare at me when I talk all this, I have still not gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! this should not be talked. It is not normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239970380024760129-1911663039649758451?l=srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/feeds/1911663039649758451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-begin-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239970380024760129/posts/default/1911663039649758451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239970380024760129/posts/default/1911663039649758451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srivastava-anurag.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-begin-with.html' title='To begin with........'/><author><name>Atom_Music</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476337068321787195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUijxKbdhHM/StiHfi8-S1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JeNQ8fWXc7g/S220/070220091346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
