<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Siju S</title><link>http://misterious.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Siju S</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Is it really a New Year</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face=Sylfaen>       <FONT size=4>      </FONT><EM><FONT color=#808000><FONT size=4>  </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT size=4><EM><SPAN style="COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">Well for all of you who's geared up to celebrate the birth of an year im sorry to be a hooligan.,for melancholy fills my heart when i think of celebrations for the weekend ..there are meagre reasons for me to rejoice as the year passes by for iam going far from some of the memories that this year has gifted me ...im staying askance from all the hullabaloo and it hurts when i see all of ya who talk about margaritas</SPAN></EM><STRONG><I><SPAN style="COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">,</SPAN></I></STRONG><EM><SPAN style="COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen"> tequilas the strawberry crushes...but the old monks and jonnie walkers might give me a stare but for a different purpose..</SPAN></EM></FONT><I><SPAN style="COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen"><BR><FONT size=4><EM><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">                 </SPAN></EM><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">               I don't wanna enter the new year ,wish there was a time machine that would pin you down in the same year ...i might sound sober and destitute ,but i suppose the coming year has nothing in store for me or no newbie's that could take me to the heights of ecstasy that this year has gifted ..though i suffered a lot at the receiving end the cream of the year had taken me to a delightful delicacy ...Its not easy to pen down those feelings as that would tender you gagging with a sore throat.</SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">              It is hard to uproot the trivia ,a plethora of thoughts and emotions that you nurtured for more than a year .How could it be to loose a precious gem that you have unearthed from the deepest of the oceans ,held it so close to your heart for more than a decade .Its hard to believe that its gone ,the adrenalin drops and survival becomes a mere threat devoid of that treasure .</SPAN></EM><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">           </SPAN></EM><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Sylfaen">              A broken will and shattered dreams at last accompany me to the spoils of the new year ...</SPAN></EM></FONT></SPAN></I></P></FONT></EM></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 19:46:05 +0530</pubDate><link>http://misterious.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/12/29/Is-it-really-a-New.html</link></item><item><title>Fishy as you think !</title><description><![CDATA[<P><EM><FONT face=Perpetua color=#800080 size=4>We see them always glued ,they sit on the adjacent sides of the same cubicle ,they peep into each others monitors too often ...we stare at them quite often ,while they pass by and give a stare as if they have invaded your cup of tea...The're birds of the same feather and concede to mingle with the other lot ...we tend to ignore then as much as we like to keep wagging our touges  about them ...Back to your desk you squirt saying "dont these people have any work" (:oops what are u immersed in ..u too are in the same bench)... </FONT></EM></P><P><EM><FONT face=Perpetua color=#800080 size=4>May be iam being a bit lecherous but this is a similar sight in most of the shared workspaces ...the  evolution of new age bondings ...but the propensity and the duration of these bonds are directly propotional to the attrition rate in our employment market ..you know what i mean :( ..as you quit your current job in search of greener pastures ,the bond is being terminated and search for new ones ...but life goes on endlessly ...<BR></FONT></EM></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 16:43:37 +0530</pubDate><link>http://misterious.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/12/22/Fishy-as-you-think.html</link></item><item><title>That thing called Love !</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face=Verdana size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Does love remain love when all passion is spent? At the end of what is called the sexual life<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT color=fuchsia><SPAN style="COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-STYLE: italic; mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face=Verdana color=fuchsia size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-style: normal">"is love that has lasted the love that accepted everything, every disappointment, every failure, every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship?"<o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face=Verdana color=fuchsia size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face=Verdana color=fuchsia size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-style: normal">This is what I have lost but hard to remember !!!<BR>-This is in virtue of the trivial relations that you see around ,that earns a bubble reputation and dissolves unto enternity ...<BR> Its true that our culture is fast evolving ,tend to catch up with the westend celebrity woes and imitate them to the limits ...</SPAN></FONT></I></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 11:42:23 +0530</pubDate><link>http://misterious.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/12/21/That-thing-called-Love.html</link></item></channel></rss>