<?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-3988232624629464524</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:20:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck-tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-8338259762454097949</id><published>2010-06-05T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:22:51.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's easy to be a hypocrite. And interesting too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-8338259762454097949?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/8338259762454097949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=8338259762454097949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/8338259762454097949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/8338259762454097949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-easy-to-be-hypocrite.html' title=''/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-6030485449442427560</id><published>2010-05-07T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:24:39.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cognizance</title><content type='html'>Was that the premonition that she had or something else.. I ain't sure. She was correct. She started to realize that she was wrong and everyone else correct. Life cannot be her dreamworld.. a bed of roses. Everyone has to have his/her share of thorns despite s/he tries to remove them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-6030485449442427560?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/6030485449442427560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=6030485449442427560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/6030485449442427560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/6030485449442427560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2010/05/cognizance.html' title='Cognizance'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-4161187767443246213</id><published>2010-01-28T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:00:31.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then she got married to the same guy. Things appeared to be extraordinarily good which often made her worry about how can everything be so perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-4161187767443246213?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/4161187767443246213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=4161187767443246213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4161187767443246213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4161187767443246213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2010/01/then-she-got-married-to-same-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-3791798579445573374</id><published>2009-03-19T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:35:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314969218847807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/ScKQWDmPGTI/AAAAAAAAACA/2ZTGDrMKYcA/s400/me01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-3791798579445573374?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/3791798579445573374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=3791798579445573374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/3791798579445573374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/3791798579445573374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me.html' title='That&apos;s me'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/ScKQWDmPGTI/AAAAAAAAACA/2ZTGDrMKYcA/s72-c/me01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-5758937605484696828</id><published>2009-03-15T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:01:07.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a little thought on a silent night makes the devil's mind work! Here is an example.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There happened to be a guy, simple and reserved, who always used to remain sad and gloomy. He felt he was a little moody as well. Maybe there was somebody missing in his life. Something was gradually eating him up that is what people who'd come in contact with him for the first time might feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day he meets a girl -- elegant, smart, beautiful, intelligent, multi-talented and above all innocent. She lives in her own world, writing poems, sketching, painting and playing musical instrument. She was friendly but even the closest of her friends would feel that she has a shell around her as she would not open up easily. The guy likes her instantly. As time passes, he realizes that she is the girl he had been waiting for all through. His mind gets filled up with dreams; dreams of being with that girl. Gradually that girl becomes his desire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girl on the other hand, unaware of the emotions of this boy, gets a little confused when they start communicating. This confusion makes her remain indifferent toward the guy. The guy leaves no stone unturned in winning her heart. He could read her mind silently and then aloud. The girl feels good on getting a thought that the guy 'understands'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a few months when the guy and the girl built a good level of comfort, the former thinks of proposing her. He lits candles and makes a heart out of it, kneels down and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the meaning of love,&lt;br /&gt;Then you came along and showed me 'True Love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave purpose to my life; which I was struggling to find. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for all the happiness and joy that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;If you let me, I would like to spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Love you more than ever.. and I promise.. it will be forever!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally he proposes her for marriage. The girl is overwhelmed. This time she feels that she had been doubting this guy unnecessarily. She accepts the proposal. She now gets lost in her dreams that she had locked once as she felt that true love is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th February, St. Valentine's Day, is not far now. The girl thinks of giving a unique gift to the guy. She writes a poem for him.. she starts penning all her thoughts down on paper! This is what she writes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487964945101378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/Sb1NJuzdskI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZtsTZqzpwKs/s400/temp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She impatiently waits for the D-day now thinking how happy he would be after reading the poem written especially for him! She could visualize him waiting for her with his arms open; they having a candle-light dinner followed by a slow, romantic ball dance; whispering endearments to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the guy calls her up and says he is getting a feeling that their relationship won't last for long and if at all they get married, it won't work! The girl.. she is shattered. She asks him about the reason and then reminds him of his promises but he fails to convince her and asks her to move on. She was just like a perplexed child, with all the question marks on her face, staring at him trying to understand what went wrong only to get no justified answer. She thinks of the poem she wrote for him and all the moments spent together.. all his promises appear like unsolved puzzles to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-5758937605484696828?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/5758937605484696828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=5758937605484696828' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/5758937605484696828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/5758937605484696828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2009/03/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/Sb1NJuzdskI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZtsTZqzpwKs/s72-c/temp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-4607791684945650702</id><published>2009-02-22T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:05:32.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mind plays games! I had been trying to see and analyze all the moves it makes. Hardly could understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should focus on the positives now and see the change. If at all the law of attraction works, I might attract that. Yes! Gets a little difficult at times especially when you're left alone and get time for yourself. Mind wanders! You get all kinds of thoughts. No chains could fetter the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-4607791684945650702?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/4607791684945650702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=4607791684945650702' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4607791684945650702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4607791684945650702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind.html' title='Mind'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-4937726107091760175</id><published>2009-02-22T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:03:26.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I could manage to find my blog.. yea.. accidentally! Hopefully would continue to write now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd of February.. Priti's Birthday! It was a busy day! As usual had a conversation at length with Nisha (My childhood friend) and then celebrated Priti's Birthday at her place! Her first birthday with Aanya .. her daughter! I call her snowman. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-4937726107091760175?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/4937726107091760175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=4937726107091760175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4937726107091760175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/4937726107091760175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988232624629464524.post-2705081848336699866</id><published>2008-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:38:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>I am here! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipppeeeeeeee! I'll give it a zealous start.. :D yawwwwn.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*..and she goes off to sleep* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988232624629464524-2705081848336699866?l=dumbdale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/feeds/2705081848336699866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988232624629464524&amp;postID=2705081848336699866' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/2705081848336699866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988232624629464524/posts/default/2705081848336699866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbdale.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Duck-tales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360468859964591457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ_qwDh4PIw/SaGZ2V1SKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RZrWql6seXk/S220/BitterSweetMelody%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
