<?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-997515349600321511</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:10:05.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Act Two Begins...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.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-997515349600321511.post-6583466382113328549</id><published>2009-03-25T11:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:43:16.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it really an end?</title><content type='html'>When someone close crosses the final frontier and bids adieu, when someone passes on, there are many unanswered questions left behind. Part sadness, part fear, part loneliness. We blame God. We blame the doctors. &lt;em&gt;He could have saved him. They could have done something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does death have to be something bad? Why do we fear it? At birth, there are celebrations, while at a funeral, everyone is so miserable. We don't realize that our life span is decreasing with every single breath, from the moment we're born. And why do we think of death as uncertain, whereas in my opinion, it's the only thing that's &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt;. We all have to die. So when someone does reach that final stage, he's completed his journey, and now it's time to rest. It's exciting, it's something beyond what we can imagine. So why fear it? Why not embrace it, and blow kisses to the world as we take the plunge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-6583466382113328549?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/6583466382113328549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=6583466382113328549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/6583466382113328549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/6583466382113328549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-really-end.html' title='Is it really an end?'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-8334481563606715338</id><published>2009-01-21T14:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:28:39.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>It's that season of the year when you hear about most people getting ill or even dying. Guess it's just the cold that gets to you. Anyway, hubby and I were pondering over the purpose of life. He was sort of in a pensive mood...said what's the point of working your ass off when the end is the same for everyone. Everyone has to die, whether it's you, me, this man, that dog, Obama, Sonia Gandhi....you get the point. So why are we here, what are we doing? How can we decide what is good or bad, coz hey, it makes absolutely no difference to anyone. And if there is a God, why didn't he send us down here with a purpose. At least we should know what we're doing, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a moment...I thought what is it that every single living creature on this planet does. And then it struck me. I looked at him and said: we're here to reproduce. We both burst out laughing! He said that's funny, coz God is then seriously making a fool out of us all.  We just keep going round and round, in the circle of life, but when you look at it, it's nothing but a big zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about having a bad day! *Groan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-8334481563606715338?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/8334481563606715338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=8334481563606715338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/8334481563606715338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/8334481563606715338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2009/01/circle-of-life.html' title='The Circle of Life'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-312131399146857404</id><published>2008-11-28T18:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:48:44.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>45 hours</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, November 26, 2008.  A couple enjoying their first anniversary dinner. Board members drinking to their company’s success. A tired officer retiring to bed. And many such, unassuming, innocent people. A few minutes later, their lives were about to change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terror attack on Mumbai has shaken the very foundation of our country. So many unanswered questions – who are they, how did they get in, how many are they, what are they after, how many more are they going to kill, who’s their next target – are haunting every single citizen of India. Three days and two nights, and the ordeal still isn’t over.  The once happy-go-lucky city is now a war zone. The death toll threatens to increase with each passing hour. We’re left choking, gasping for breath, as their iron hold just keeps getting stronger. It’s as if they aren’t even human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we just sit there, switching news channels, too stunned to react? How can we let ourselves be at the mercy of these demonic sprites? How can we sit and watch one innocent life after another being taken? I don't want to pity us, but tears of frustration don't stop flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Ages are back. All the happy memories, joyful moments seem an eon away. As if the good has been sucked out of the planet. And all that remains is a sea of dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 45 hours – and still counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-312131399146857404?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/312131399146857404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=312131399146857404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/312131399146857404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/312131399146857404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/11/45-hours.html' title='45 hours'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-6410732142691885985</id><published>2008-11-13T17:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:58:45.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>I do not approve of religious bias- especially between Hindus and Muslims. I feel angered at the insensitiveness and insanity of Hindus who refuse to rent out homes to Muslims. I feel apologetic when I see movies like A Wednesday and Shoot On Sight, that bring out these religious differences in the open. But tomorrow, if a riot breaks out, will I have the courage to support the other party? I don't know. Easier said, than done. Why is it that being so "secular" in my mind, I feel a tiny prick of uncertainty and fear, when I enter a Muslim populated area? I don't despise them, I treat them as my own, but then, why am I guilty of committing this sin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-6410732142691885985?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/6410732142691885985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=6410732142691885985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/6410732142691885985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/6410732142691885985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-1845095311139124127</id><published>2008-10-26T23:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:19:55.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays :)</title><content type='html'>Wishing everyone a very happy diwali! So good to just stretch out and do nothing for a change! :) Hope you're having as much fun as I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-1845095311139124127?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/1845095311139124127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=1845095311139124127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/1845095311139124127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/1845095311139124127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays :)'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-1519886261452103040</id><published>2008-10-22T15:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:47:46.392+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Troublesome transition</title><content type='html'>What does it take to really 'live' life? What's more important: your happiness, or others'? One life, that's all we got... how should we spend it? Guess we already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a quote: "Life is pleasant, death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-1519886261452103040?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/1519886261452103040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=1519886261452103040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/1519886261452103040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/1519886261452103040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/10/troublesome-transition.html' title='Troublesome transition'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-7599466084095726631</id><published>2008-10-01T16:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:45:28.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is everything going to be alright?</title><content type='html'>Bombs, bombs everywhere, nowhere to run... It's like some kid's playing with a remote control, randomly pressing buttons. and each time a bomb goes off somewhere, killing people, like a vacuum cleaner sucks the dust out of a carpet. Boom. Just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-7599466084095726631?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/7599466084095726631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=7599466084095726631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/7599466084095726631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/7599466084095726631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-everything-going-to-be-alright.html' title='Is everything going to be alright?'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997515349600321511.post-5919491345310741513</id><published>2008-09-18T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:25:01.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A thought</title><content type='html'>Something I read a long time ago came back to me recently. A new idea always goes through four stages: Disbelief; Denial; Opposition; and finally, Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that holds true even for a new beginning. Makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just say I’m somewhere between Denial and Opposition, hoping to graduate to Acceptance soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/997515349600321511-5919491345310741513?l=acttwobegins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/feeds/5919491345310741513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=997515349600321511&amp;postID=5919491345310741513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/5919491345310741513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/997515349600321511/posts/default/5919491345310741513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acttwobegins.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought.html' title='A thought'/><author><name>Thespian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10549817157689695159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FfjLR-SVbs/SYAn-JkMUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TsRdjzYv5UE/S220/actress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
