<?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-6763561</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:13.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forlorn words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-4521363747225994189</id><published>2010-07-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T05:45:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forlorn words</title><summary type='text'>Wow from writing every month I have come down to writing one every year. I haven't written for so long that i don't even know how to write anymore.The things in the past were so easy, a single life, a single person, i could do what i want, i could eat whatever I wanted to. Now i have a family - wife, kids. life has taken a turn for the better.I sit here thinking what I can write and nothing comes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4521363747225994189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=4521363747225994189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/4521363747225994189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/4521363747225994189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/forlorn-words.html' title='forlorn words'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-1545312963311681225</id><published>2008-11-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:50:14.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><summary type='text'>here I am again.something we are always running after - love. when we get it we are the most happy people on this earth and when we loose it we are the saddest. why?why love is one emotion we seem to have no control over. how we feel before, during or after love. there is no explanation.when we have it we feel no one can understand how we feel and when we loose it we still think no one can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1545312963311681225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=1545312963311681225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/1545312963311681225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/1545312963311681225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-7727504122335215065</id><published>2008-09-21T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:04:21.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am There</title><summary type='text'>Where loneliness pinchesWhere companions seem distantWhere longing belongsWith hope still constantScared and shrinkingMy heart I seeEver wonderingWho will I beA beacon of hopeA story untoldA friend for lifeOr lonely and quietWhy do I look for joy aroundWhen I know peace lies withinAm I right or am I wrongTo think and believe that I am strongSharing and caringForgiving and forgettingLoving and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7727504122335215065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=7727504122335215065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7727504122335215065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7727504122335215065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-am-there.html' title='Yes I am There'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-7168728856590336282</id><published>2008-09-07T03:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:00:19.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of an insane man</title><summary type='text'>as easy as it used to come, these days writing has just become that much more difficult. when the mind is clear and the destination clear you can think and you can do anything. anything else and the most natural of things become the most difficult one.life has not been the same for a while. with every passing day things change for better or worse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7168728856590336282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=7168728856590336282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7168728856590336282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7168728856590336282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramblings-of-insane-man.html' title='Ramblings of an insane man'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-7195865014264543658</id><published>2007-11-29T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:44:56.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 mintues and life happened</title><summary type='text'>This is a different kind of post from the onces that i have been writing in the past for a couple of reasons. one it comes after a year of my last post and second it is not abt a situation it's abt a part of my life and as it happened.of all the strange things in life i think the most strangest relationship is friendship. there is no guarantee how it will start and where it will lead to. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7195865014264543658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=7195865014264543658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7195865014264543658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/7195865014264543658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-mintues-where-life-just-happened.html' title='10 mintues and life happened'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-115698099238606728</id><published>2006-08-30T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:36:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, this is crazy. I am not being able to write anything that I want. This has never happened before. I always have something to talk and say about.    Trust is really important and any moron will tell you that and all of them say so too. But I was talking to this person on the phone the other day and she made a strange point which got me thinking. What does trust mean and how much are we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/115698099238606728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=115698099238606728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/115698099238606728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/115698099238606728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2006/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-114433477952121690</id><published>2006-04-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:46:19.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velvet Lounge</title><summary type='text'>Great works of art are synchronized and complete. Look at a piece of painting, if it is great it will be complete. Synchronized with itself and with the surrounding.    I m sitting here at the velvet lounge, chicago, home of jazz, listening to music. Some of the best thing ever. What makes it truely amazing is the setting and the music. It's insane. So full of life so complete. Everything makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/114433477952121690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=114433477952121690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/114433477952121690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/114433477952121690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2006/04/velvet-lounge.html' title='The Velvet Lounge'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-113724949852332738</id><published>2006-01-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T06:38:18.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes a life time is not enough</title><summary type='text'>A restaurant, five of us, three of them I had just met, two hours and I know more about them than I do about most of the people I have known for a life time. The fourth person I had known for ages but still he surpised me with a few things about him which I had not known before. I would like to dedicate this blog to one special person from that group for it was her inspiration that I am writing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/113724949852332738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=113724949852332738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/113724949852332738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/113724949852332738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-life-time-is-not-enough.html' title='Sometimes a life time is not enough'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-113588860356076220</id><published>2005-12-29T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:31:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a Special Story</title><summary type='text'>For over two months I have been wondering what to write. Things happened, ideas came and went but nothing triggered my interest to write. You know the feeling when you are just not yourself and tired of living multiple lives. The life that I lead here is different from the one that I lead on day to day. This is the place to get away from the monotonous daily routine. Today is new year and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/113588860356076220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=113588860356076220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/113588860356076220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/113588860356076220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/12/everyone-has-special-story.html' title='Everyone has a Special Story'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112887317188777738</id><published>2005-10-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:21:20.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Life</title><summary type='text'>My Sister just gave birth to a baby boy. So I thought I would take this opportunity and talk about life. Life as it happens. I have written a lot about both love &amp; life but never touched this aspect of it ever. Simple reason I am a guy. What do I know about it? Not much. Anywz here are a few simple thoughts about it.There are two kinds of pain that has been discribed as the most unbrearable. One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112887317188777738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112887317188777738' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112887317188777738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112887317188777738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-life.html' title='Love &amp; Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112819220655222747</id><published>2005-10-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:22:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>Lost in thought for a long time. Thinking what is there that I can write about. Just cannot come up with anything. The mind is going blank. Am getting lost in my own world. A place I don't want to come back from. But I have to. There are just so many things going on around. Have to keep up with them.Lots of people in the past couple of months have walked in and walked out. Some I thought would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112819220655222747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112819220655222747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112819220655222747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112819220655222747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112594468202852454</id><published>2005-09-05T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:24:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Person</title><summary type='text'>      That evening in the bus she was just another person. That evening on the boat she was just another person. That night when I bid her good night she was just another person. But two week hence she is but just another person.       That day when I first started chatting with him online, he was just another person. That day when he first read my blog he was just another person. But today two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112594468202852454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112594468202852454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112594468202852454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112594468202852454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-person.html' title='Just Another Person'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112594461129296760</id><published>2005-09-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:23:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><summary type='text'>Every End has a new beginning. And I am happy to anounce the new beginning to this end. Thanks for a dear friend of mine in forcing me to continue writing. He has given me a topic to write and wants me to continue. I am ever grateful to him for that. So here goes the new beginning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112594461129296760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112594461129296760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112594461129296760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112594461129296760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112586555353742216</id><published>2005-09-04T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:25:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><summary type='text'>As I begin to write this blog, I am sitting with a coffee mug in one hand and looking out of the window and all I can see is the beginning of the end. It has always been in the back of my head that when am I going to end this blog and how. And this seems like a good time as any other. I have talked about my passion, my feelings, my god and my love in here. There is nothing else to tell about. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112586555353742216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112586555353742216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112586555353742216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112586555353742216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112549532352364528</id><published>2005-08-31T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:24:26.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess of my Dream</title><summary type='text'>Out there somewhere is the Princess of my dreams. She is waiting for me and I am waiting for her. Some one once explained love to me as a soul divided into two half. One part of the soul is in me and the other part is in her. For the soul to be complete I have to meet this Princess of my dreams. So how will I know that I have met her. My soul will feel complete. I will no longer be incomplete. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112549532352364528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112549532352364528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112549532352364528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112549532352364528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/princess-of-my-dream_31.html' title='The Princess of my Dream'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112549497909408897</id><published>2005-08-31T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T06:29:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemist: Paulo Coelho</title><summary type='text'>“When a person really desires something all the universe conspires to help the person to realize his dream” said the alchemist…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112549497909408897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112549497909408897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112549497909408897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112549497909408897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/alchemist-paulo-coelho.html' title='The Alchemist: Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112509838811970120</id><published>2005-08-26T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:19:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can hurt us most?</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder who can hurt us the most?? I have. I got different answers everytime I asked myself this question. Reason, cause I asked this question to myself only when I got hurt. And then the person who just hurt me was on the top of the list. My parents, my friends, my family, my girlfriend u name it everyone has sometime or other, for some reason or other has been in the list.Then one day I did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112509838811970120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112509838811970120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112509838811970120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112509838811970120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-can-hurt-us-most.html' title='Who can hurt us most?'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112444939614750072</id><published>2005-08-18T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:49:05.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time OR Fashion</title><summary type='text'>Einstein, Plato, Gallelio, Soccrates, Arsitotle. What's common amongst them. They were all said to be ahead of their time.They thought and talked of stuffs ppl didn't understand. So they were said to be ahead of their time. But were they truely ahead of their time????When you wear something that is not normally worn by people you are said to be ahead of your fashion not time. So why do people who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112444939614750072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112444939614750072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112444939614750072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112444939614750072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-or-fashion.html' title='Time OR Fashion'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112442503077556680</id><published>2005-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:17:10.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, Shallow, Superficial</title><summary type='text'>Thousands of miles away from home, alone in a new world. Friends, Family, Home, Life all left behind for something new and different and exciting. I am not alone. There were thousands before me and there are thousands with me and there will be thousands after me. Nothing will be the same again for anyone of them.Everyone is in the same situation. Everyone is trying to live a life which does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112442503077556680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112442503077556680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112442503077556680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112442503077556680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/lonely-shallow-superficial.html' title='Lonely, Shallow, Superficial'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112428685142872301</id><published>2005-08-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:56:23.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>"The world has never been without its Creator at any point of time and there is no independent creator of the world. It's always in Principle"I have no idea who said it or what it means. But this is something a friend told me over a chit chat and wanted to know my views about. I have absolutely no idea what the sentence means or what the author of the sentence is trying to say.But I do have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112428685142872301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112428685142872301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112428685142872301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112428685142872301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112397718720460371</id><published>2005-08-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:53:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time in comming</title><summary type='text'>Seems I have lost the zeal to write or just forgotten that I ever wrote. But I am making an effort to come back into i. So help me here folks.I am finally here. Travelled miles over 22 hrs of flight time, but am finally here in Pittsburgh. A wonderful city with wonderful people. People have been generally friendly around here and I really appreciate it.Nothing can be more difficult then to start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112397718720460371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112397718720460371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112397718720460371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112397718720460371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-time-in-comming.html' title='A long time in comming'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112012762796433580</id><published>2005-06-30T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T03:33:47.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby - Creed</title><summary type='text'>Hush my love now don’t you cry, Everything will be all right  Close your eyes and drift in dream Rest in peaceful sleep   If there’s one thing I hope  I showed you  Hope I showed you   Just give love to all   Oh my love in my arms tight, Every day you give me life  As I drift off to your world Will rest in peaceful sleep   I know there’s one thing that  you showed me  That you showed me   Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112012762796433580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112012762796433580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112012762796433580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112012762796433580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/lullaby-creed.html' title='Lullaby - Creed'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-112004161709577369</id><published>2005-06-29T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:03:48.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larger than Life</title><summary type='text'>What's the most amazing thing about life is there is something which is larger then life itself. It's bigger and better then all of us. It's the driving force behind the human race.  Hope outshines and outlives humans. The single most important thing. We all live as slaves of hope. Each night we goto sleep believing that tomorrow will be a better day and each morning we getup hoping to change our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112004161709577369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=112004161709577369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112004161709577369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/112004161709577369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/larger-than-life.html' title='Larger than Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111998121137045425</id><published>2005-06-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:53:31.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go</title><summary type='text'>Probably the most difficult thing in a relationship. Letting Go does not mean we love any less. The love, the infatuation, the liking is left with a void and that void is filled by pain. But if we are capable of loving someone so profoundly means that we are capable of deep emotions and that in itself is something we have to proud of. I know to let go hurts a lot, so much so that we want to hold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111998121137045425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111998121137045425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111998121137045425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111998121137045425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/let-go.html' title='Let Go'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111987123469850358</id><published>2005-06-27T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T04:20:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><summary type='text'>What will happen if death falls in love with life?I was watching "City of Angel" today morning and that's what I felt was the theme of the movie. I would like to know your thoughts on this. Is this possible and if yes what will happen if it does? It should make for some interesting article in the future.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111987123469850358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111987123469850358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111987123469850358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111987123469850358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111935121550736980</id><published>2005-06-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T04:29:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Every Face There is Always</title><summary type='text'>Since I wrote this topic, I have a had a couple of people ask me to complete it. I would like to thank these people from the bottom of my heart for taking so much interest in the little tit-bits that I write now and then, so here is my feelings on this."Don't Judge a Book by it's cover." A cover is only a view of what could be inside. It gives a starting point to make a story in the book. A face,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111935121550736980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111935121550736980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111935121550736980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111935121550736980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/behind-every-face-there-is-always.html' title='Behind Every Face There is Always'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111881689664695680</id><published>2005-06-14T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:28:54.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWOT Analysis of a Married Man</title><summary type='text'>A married man was asked to perform his SWOT Analysis.(S)trength        : My Wife(W)eekness      : Neighbour's Wife(O)pportunity  : When Neighbour goes out(T)hreat           : When I myself go outCourtesy Forwarded Mails. i.e. to say it is not my own creation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111881689664695680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111881689664695680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111881689664695680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111881689664695680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/swot-analysis-of-married-man.html' title='SWOT Analysis of a Married Man'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111880567818105460</id><published>2005-06-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:26:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was chatting with this person online and here is something she said. I couldn't help but share it. I am editing it a bit to make it more comprehensible."I was a child and afraid of growing up in this world, so my mom used to say : If you have a Dream Island in your Heart, you can own your heaven everyday"So folks don't be afraid. Whenever you are think of that dream island and you'll be in heaven</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111880567818105460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111880567818105460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111880567818105460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111880567818105460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/was-chatting-with-this-person-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111864777453103877</id><published>2005-06-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:29:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic of Life</title><summary type='text'>I am a dreamer caught in this materialsitc world. A world that no longer belives in the magic of life. I feel that we have reached out lowest point when the News Channel uses a case of a person found alive after a catastrophe. They make it their big thing. They seem to have forgotten the magic of life, the power of human emotions.I know when writing this artcile a lot of things that I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111864777453103877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111864777453103877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111864777453103877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111864777453103877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/magic-of-life.html' title='Magic of Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111831406082412321</id><published>2005-06-09T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T03:47:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading that Expression</title><summary type='text'>MonaLisa is by far the most popular painting in the world for the simple reason of that expression on her face. I don't know what's all the hype behind it. The true meaning behind an expression can only be experienced if you know what caused the expression. Be it sadness, happiness, pain, discomfort, or plain ecstasy.I picture of a woman smiling and the same picture of a woman smiling holding a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111831406082412321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111831406082412321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111831406082412321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111831406082412321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/reading-that-expression.html' title='Reading that Expression'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111822067735757084</id><published>2005-06-08T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:51:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hither2Forlorn</title><summary type='text'>Three words:Hither : here; towards the speaker; this placeTo : directionForlorn : pitiable due to abandonment; lonelyThat's my life in a nutshell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111822067735757084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111822067735757084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111822067735757084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111822067735757084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/hither2forlorn.html' title='Hither2Forlorn'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111777003924721250</id><published>2005-06-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:40:39.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><summary type='text'>I would like to thank our Mumbaits Hosts for the wonderful time. They really showed us a wonderful evening. Thnks again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111777003924721250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111777003924721250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111777003924721250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111777003924721250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111693135772336945</id><published>2005-05-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:28:11.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive in a Relation</title><summary type='text'>When I think of a relationship there are a lot of things that comes to mind. The front and foremost being the People involved, then their is love, respect, mutual understanding and what not. But amongst the haze something very important gets overlooked. Something that all relationships are based upon. We tend to undermine it's important and it is the one of the single most important killer of any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111693135772336945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111693135772336945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111693135772336945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111693135772336945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/expensive-in-relation.html' title='Expensive in a Relation'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111621768481990472</id><published>2005-05-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:36:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanted to Share a Couple of Beers</title><summary type='text'>This is something I picked up off my pile of Emails. Hope you like it   When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are just not enough, remember this story of the mayonnaise jar and the beer.   A professor stood before his philosophy class with some items on the desk in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111621768481990472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111621768481990472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111621768481990472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111621768481990472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-wanted-to-share-couple-of-beers.html' title='Just Wanted to Share a Couple of Beers'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111578882924838248</id><published>2005-05-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:20:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that matter in Life</title><summary type='text'>Hold on a Second. Take a deep breath and recall your past few days. Figure out the things that changed your life, brought a smile on your face or changed your out look for life.Now start counting all these incidents and place them into two different categories. Big Events and Small Everyday Incidents. What do you get? For every big event (if there were any in the past few few days) there are so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111578882924838248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111578882924838248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111578882924838248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111578882924838248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-matter-in-life.html' title='Things that matter in Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111509514009306292</id><published>2005-05-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:48:43.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:To a kid with a hammer :: Everything looks like a Nail:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111509514009306292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111509514009306292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111509514009306292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111509514009306292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-kid-with-hammer-everything-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111468620918166988</id><published>2005-04-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:37:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Cliché</title><summary type='text'>http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/4502455.stm"Democratic Nepal" or "Nepalese Democracy" has caught on the imagination of the world. There has never been so much coverage of Nepalese Politics in the world media as Post 2/1 coup by HM King Gyanendra. Western world have come out of their shell to criticize the move. If there has been one consistency in the past century amongst the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111468620918166988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111468620918166988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111468620918166988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111468620918166988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-another-clich.html' title='Just another Cliché'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111407133245126402</id><published>2005-04-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:15:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance In Life</title><summary type='text'>The best thing that I find about life is the way it balances itself given that we let it do it's job. For every moment of saddness there is a moment of happiness. Life has a strange way of balancing things.  If it gives us sadness then it gives us frnds and family who give us the strength to survive. If it gives happiness and again it gives us frnds and family to share it with and give them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111407133245126402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111407133245126402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111407133245126402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111407133245126402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/balance-in-life.html' title='Balance In Life'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111354754048600104</id><published>2005-04-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:45:40.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HPY 2062</title><summary type='text'>Wishing all the Readers and Welwishers a Very Happy New Year 2062. May this NY bring with it all the joy, peace, prosperity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111354754048600104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111354754048600104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111354754048600104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111354754048600104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/hpy-2062.html' title='HPY 2062'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111286546491828593</id><published>2005-04-07T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T02:17:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Compliments Ever</title><summary type='text'>the best compliments that I ever gotIn Professional life : When my boss asked me when he came to know I was leaving "We have to find another Bob. Where can we find such a person"In Personal life : When I asked a frnd of mine wht should i get as a parting gift and the reply was "There is no gift that can top what you have already given me. You have made me felt loved and there isn't a more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111286546491828593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111286546491828593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111286546491828593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111286546491828593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-compliments-ever.html' title='Best Compliments Ever'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111185141343403564</id><published>2005-03-26T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T07:36:53.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy of the Sorts</title><summary type='text'>A minister goes on a trip to US on an invitation from one of the Congressman. The Congressman takes the minister to his home aka palace. The minister is shocked and inquires about the source of the money. The congressman shows him a bridge on the outskirts and let’s in on the secret. Twenty percent off the top of that bridge construction fund.  The minister comes back and after about a year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111185141343403564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111185141343403564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111185141343403564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111185141343403564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/tragedy-of-sorts.html' title='Tragedy of the Sorts'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111140329946794841</id><published>2005-03-21T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:53:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the birthday of a very close and dear friend of mine. I just not am able to decide on what to give her.Doing some refection of what would be most ideal gift that I could receive from someone the answer that I came across was what another close and dear friend told me once before going away for her studies. The best gift that you can give me, you have already given me. "You have made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111140329946794841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111140329946794841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111140329946794841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111140329946794841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/best-way-to-pay-for-lovely-moment-is.html' title='The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111140159409577885</id><published>2005-03-21T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:42:29.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest Purchase</title><summary type='text'>In my ever quest to better myself and read books that hold meaning to me I came across this great book from Richard Bach. Here are two of most enduring para from the book the rest u judge urself if it is worth reading."If the child-we-were asked us today for the best we've learned from living, what would we tell, and what would we discover in return?""My truth has been a long time refining, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111140159409577885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111140159409577885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111140159409577885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111140159409577885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-latest-purchase.html' title='My latest Purchase'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111043905628002022</id><published>2005-03-09T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:26:25.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Personal Life Update</title><summary type='text'>Have been writing a lot about my thoughts and feelings on different subjects and topics and it had been sometime since I wrote something of my own personal update. Life has been going good for the past month or so. Been to goa for my vacation was a load of fun and now looking for a new adventure. Still waiting from universities for their reply on whether i have been accpeted or not. Though have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111043905628002022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111043905628002022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111043905628002022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111043905628002022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-personal-life-update.html' title='Some Personal Life Update'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111016841622506833</id><published>2005-03-06T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:06:56.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt loved &amp; that's all It matters</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111016841622506833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111016841622506833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111016841622506833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111016841622506833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-felt-loved-thats-all-it-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-111016809378938647</id><published>2005-03-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:09:51.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><summary type='text'>I one fine day when I wake up and there standing in the door way I find death. He has come to take me and if I can say with content that yes this is the right time for me to go with no regrets. That for me is a successful and a meaningful life. A life of achievement and content with no regrets of leaving things behind.The greatest compliment to life can only given by death for the way it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111016809378938647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=111016809378938647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111016809378938647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/111016809378938647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110992325254478950</id><published>2005-03-03T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:00:52.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea</title><summary type='text'>:Jonathan is that brilliant little fire that burns within us all, that lives only for those moments when we reach perfection:::Richard BachSome of the best sentences from some of the greatest book by Richard BachEnjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110992325254478950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110992325254478950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110992325254478950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110992325254478950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-united-states-christmas-has-become.html' title='In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110977842626624520</id><published>2005-03-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:47:06.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About my faith</title><summary type='text'>Do you believe in God? If you do, then you must definitely believe in devil. The counter balance. If you believe in good you have to believe in evil. Jesus and Satan go hand in hand. But do I really believe in god? It’s a yes and a no. Yes is because I do believe in god but no since I don’t believe in the conventional god. Conventional?? You know the almighty savior of the world. The single being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110977842626624520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110977842626624520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110977842626624520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110977842626624520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/03/about-my-faith.html' title='About my faith'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110898229109889737</id><published>2005-02-21T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T02:38:11.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go GoA!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110898229109889737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110898229109889737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110898229109889737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110898229109889737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-goa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110898368336707277</id><published>2005-02-21T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T03:01:23.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation in ages</title><summary type='text'>Back to where I started after 2 weeks of total vacation. Goa is certainly a place to be but not if you looking for peace and quite then goto someplace in the himalayas. Hip and happening at the beaches during the day and at clubs during the night. Hardly slept for more than an hour on average. The earliest I reached the hotel was 3 and the latest was 6 in the mornig. By the end of the fift day I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110898368336707277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110898368336707277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110898368336707277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110898368336707277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/02/vacation-in-ages.html' title='Vacation in ages'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110589529230431042</id><published>2005-01-16T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T09:08:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life goes on</title><summary type='text'>    People have been asking me y I haven’t been updating my blog. Well I would have loved to tell that I was overwhelmed by the recent tragedy and all choked up to write but tht’s not true. Death never made a difference to me. Actually overwhelming work and all tht preparation for the further study kept me busy and as I have been saying I am not a writer so writing those essays for all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110589529230431042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110589529230431042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110589529230431042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110589529230431042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And Life goes on'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110479328476225281</id><published>2005-01-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T15:01:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Read Sites</title><summary type='text'>http://www.joelonsoftware.com/articles/CollegeAdvice.htmlhttp://www.joelonsoftware.com/articles/CamelsandRubberDuckies.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110479328476225281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110479328476225281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110479328476225281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110479328476225281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2005/01/must-read-sites.html' title='Must Read Sites'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110379356435501979</id><published>2004-12-23T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T02:54:58.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdotes of the First Yr at KCM</title><summary type='text'>  Here are some anecdotes from the first year at KCM.    Well no memoir of mine would be complete without the mention of the time when I sold my entire first semester notes for twenty five hundred. Still can’t get over the fact.   Oh yeh n tht time after the finals of the first semester our class was really pumped up abt complaining, I think someone did write a letter to the Dean. After all we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110379356435501979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110379356435501979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110379356435501979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110379356435501979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/12/anecdotes-of-first-yr-at-kcm.html' title='Anecdotes of the First Yr at KCM'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110355824551058311</id><published>2004-12-20T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T07:58:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally It's here</title><summary type='text'>  Long time. Well haven’t written much lately. It’s not that I don’t have the zeal to write or cause of the lack of the material. It’s just that haven’t had tht much of a time n whatever I had went into being lazy or reading some books. This time around I have decided to write abt my past for a change. Got this gr8 idea from one of the junior girl. She wanted to write my biography so just making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110355824551058311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110355824551058311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110355824551058311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110355824551058311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-its-here.html' title='Finally It&apos;s here'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110217549373752493</id><published>2004-12-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T07:51:33.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havn't updated for a long time</title><summary type='text'>well well it's been long tht i havn't updated my blog....been busy with work and stuff...i know tht's no excuse to not write...casue one keeps a blog because it helps busy people keep their thought in check. anywzthe last week has been a real hectic one. been working on 4 simultaneous project. havn't had time to take a break. well guess what. thursday i was busy working (Actually was stuck with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110217549373752493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110217549373752493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110217549373752493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110217549373752493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/12/havnt-updated-for-long-time.html' title='Havn&apos;t updated for a long time'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110121514812491419</id><published>2004-11-23T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:52:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World, Lng Time</title><summary type='text'>It's been long since i last made a real posting. had been a lttl busy and lazy too. somehow lost tht spark of writing. after all i am not a regular writer or anything. even writing this is taking a lot out of me. just don't know wht to write. life is normal as normal can be. been working on some intersting projects in the past couple of weeks ranging from a Lottery System to a new project for an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110121514812491419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110121514812491419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110121514812491419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110121514812491419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello-world-lng-time.html' title='Hello World, Lng Time'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-110059805144219251</id><published>2004-11-16T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:40:51.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Site</title><summary type='text'>http://www.sorryeverybody.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/110059805144219251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=110059805144219251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110059805144219251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/110059805144219251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/11/wonderful-site.html' title='Wonderful Site'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109967799821006430</id><published>2004-11-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:06:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write</title><summary type='text'>So many things have happened in the past week but i am in a sort of writers block right now. Just don't know where to begin from and how to begin. So pls bear with me untill i get back to my writing ways. hey got my TOEFL score --&gt; 273. it's pretty good hai</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109967799821006430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109967799821006430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109967799821006430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109967799821006430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-to-write.html' title='Nothing to write'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109948213508673349</id><published>2004-11-03T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T03:42:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the shoes of a Nepalese Undergraduate: An American Dream</title><summary type='text'>Venue:  A Tea/Coffee Shop  As I enter the shop I find my friend already waiting for me. We make our order and sit to chat. Both of us are the recent addition to the already exploding road/house runners of the new generation. We are the torch bearers of tomorrow’s Nepal. Didn’t get the meaning, well we have both just completed our undergraduate degree. As we are chatting in come a group of guys in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109948213508673349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109948213508673349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109948213508673349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109948213508673349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-shoes-of-nepalese-undergraduate.html' title='In the shoes of a Nepalese Undergraduate: An American Dream'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109872143486127975</id><published>2004-10-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:23:54.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story : A Dream beginning</title><summary type='text'>'No, I was the one who wanted to die.'    She turned back to the piano. In the last days of her life, she had finally realised her grand dream: to play with heart and soul, for as long as she wanted and whenever the mood took her. It didn't matter to her that her only audience was a young schizophrenic; he seemed to understand the music, and that was what mattered.The above part is not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109872143486127975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109872143486127975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109872143486127975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109872143486127975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-story-dream-beginning.html' title='Love Story : A Dream beginning'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109816896111822606</id><published>2004-10-18T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T03:12:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired</title><summary type='text'>She is angry with me. I don't know wht to do. I luv her too much to think even think abt gettn angry with her.Party today at office hope 2 enjoy it.I wrote 2 a lng lost frnd yesterday and got her reply. she was real glad to get a mail from me. we had this chat fling going on for a while. i had met her in yahoo chat around 5 yrs ago and we exchanged mails for more then 2 yrs, mostly love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109816896111822606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109816896111822606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109816896111822606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109816896111822606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109811861081514321</id><published>2004-10-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:56:50.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'>Faith, a very strange word. You can hear it all over the world but still people have absolutely no idea of what it means or at least tht's wht i believe. If something in life goes wrong we blame God. We question our Faith and the justice of God. But then how much is God involved in our day to day life. Does God pull strings as to who get's what and who does not. Does god have a big book where the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109811861081514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109811861081514321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109811861081514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109811861081514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109774022515886964</id><published>2004-10-13T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:50:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day and Another Waste</title><summary type='text'>Talked with Bishnu Sir today, came to the conclusion tht nothing can be done. We are as helpless as anyone working with Microsoft Products. There is no 1 to save u from the pain, agony. it's like a toothache tht just won't go away no matter wht u may try.  Like there is no cure to cold but to hope tht one day u will wake up and it will be gone, there is no cure to bishnu sir at KCM then to hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109774022515886964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109774022515886964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109774022515886964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109774022515886964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-day-and-another-waste.html' title='Another Day and Another Waste'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109747112127152043</id><published>2004-10-10T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:05:21.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Party Party</title><summary type='text'>too tired yesterday, slept for nearly 12 hrs, reason being a gr8 party yesterday evening. i really enjoyed a fun day out with the guys n gals. they r a fun bunch and i realy realy miss being with them...working with amit, fighting with shweta, remarks and cuteness of shailee, nishit n alisha, pavan, sitting in didi's pasal with smriti, rajeee, prakriti always waiting for indira, n all those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109747112127152043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109747112127152043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109747112127152043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109747112127152043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/party-party-party.html' title='Party Party Party'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109691080724498075</id><published>2004-10-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:43:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final act</title><summary type='text'>the so called human pulled the final act today by not allowing us to our own fairwell party. wht does the SOB think he is. just because he had a big event planned he freeking can play volleyball with our carrers....well i'll tell the whole story some other time...but keep reading cause things r going to get interesting now...he has started the war and now we r going to finish it....now the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109691080724498075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109691080724498075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109691080724498075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109691080724498075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/10/final-act.html' title='The final act'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109647965989952039</id><published>2004-09-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:40:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plight of a lonely man</title><summary type='text'>11 PM and i feel lonely amongst the world population of 6 billion people. have not been able to sleep and have been tossing and turnig for over 2 hrs so finally decided to come online and spend some time on the net.life for a 20 yr old can be such a mess...people take me for a Machine with no heart or soul...i am tired of working all the time. "Hither2forlorn" meaning neglected uptill now and i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109647965989952039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109647965989952039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109647965989952039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109647965989952039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/plight-of-lonely-man.html' title='Plight of a lonely man'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109627326362087933</id><published>2004-09-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:02:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Safe?</title><summary type='text'>When a group of people burn a motorcycle in front of the HMG's Office Complex with the Armed Police and Army men as onlookers, one starts to wonder abt the level of security tht the government claims is there for a country which is already in high alert and the army deployed to fight a civil war.More then 2 billion rs. was destroyed in the capital alone with the security as a helpless onlooker.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109627326362087933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109627326362087933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109627326362087933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109627326362087933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/am-i-safe.html' title='Am I Safe?'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109591941478720617</id><published>2004-09-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:03:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who should be the President</title><summary type='text'>Seems this question is hogging a lot of peoples attention and time....and then I read a review in one of the papers tht it should be decided by the world and not the US people as who should be the person interfering with the peoples lives....everyone agrees tht Saddam Hussian was a treat to the world peace, but one thing i couldn;t understand is how can a person who leaves in isolation in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109591941478720617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109591941478720617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109591941478720617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109591941478720617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-should-be-president.html' title='Who should be the President'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109556796943797893</id><published>2004-09-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:26:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>Phew...finally the convocation is over and i am a free man...it feels gr8 to be out of college &amp; into the world....may god be with all the classmates and they have a gr8 future ahead of them...well partied into the night...was up till 4 in the morning and had to sleep on the floor since there was no bed in the frnds apartments...it sucked....couldn't get any sleep......missed the convocation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109556796943797893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109556796943797893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109556796943797893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109556796943797893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109532554013403087</id><published>2004-09-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T02:05:40.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day Today</title><summary type='text'>Hi all, it has been a busy day today with a number of things happening. Well started the day with swimming for a hour and half.Finally started the implementation of Scrum on a dummy project "Public Transport Account Management System" using VersionOne. It's a pretty cool tool to manage a Scrum Project, do try it out.the guys are really enthusiactic in implementing it and being the Scrum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109532554013403087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109532554013403087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109532554013403087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109532554013403087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/busy-day-today.html' title='Busy Day Today'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109524173961184146</id><published>2004-09-15T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:29:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War or Peace: Are we asking the Right person for it?</title><summary type='text'>I was at this temple with my family and we had a big religious activity going on. Down walks a lady, a tourist and decides to camp next to us and follow our ceremony closely. After some time my family go to the main temple and I am left alone to guard all the stuff (this isn’t the good old days anymore), this lady walks up to me and inquires about the religious ceremony and I explain it to her to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109524173961184146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109524173961184146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109524173961184146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109524173961184146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/war-or-peace-are-we-asking-right.html' title='War or Peace: Are we asking the Right person for it?'/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-109523354768980424</id><published>2004-09-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T00:32:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am studying to be a scrum master. The concept is really cool to manage the development of Software. But I havn't found much on off-shore development using Scrum.If anyone reading this blog has any idea about it please help me out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/109523354768980424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=109523354768980424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109523354768980424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/109523354768980424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-studying-to-be-scrum-master.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763561.post-108175342749717041</id><published>2004-04-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T00:07:40.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is just the normal day, except that today i had lunch outside the office cause the cook was gone for some work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/feeds/108175342749717041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763561&amp;postID=108175342749717041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/108175342749717041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763561/posts/default/108175342749717041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hither2forlorn.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-is-just-normal-day-except-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
