<?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-2911956382013222380</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:57:20.812-08:00</updated><category term='Malayalam'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Cookery'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Heart's Canvas!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-3006776175324946367</id><published>2010-04-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:10:28.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life's voyage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I glance towards the road's end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cruise starts on its new voyage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hopes spring up quite unbend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new start follows life in earth's stage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would I do when I had no job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would people eat or hunger anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death was the end for all needs and sobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never can know what else is in store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were those wise who abandoned pleasures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or did fun lovers make a good choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I really believe deeds were measures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That judged my end and gave me no voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life and purpose,still a mystery unrevealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I wished for, never gave it twice a thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I living my chance to get my soul healed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stare away,seeking the peace a new chance brought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-2813743293729745450</id><published>2009-08-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:41:05.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/S2SbIF9cQuI/AAAAAAAANEI/YlG8LR-UwWc/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/S2SbIF9cQuI/AAAAAAAANEI/YlG8LR-UwWc/s320/DSC02451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432637613856801506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beside my window stands few dripping willows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peeping along inside, with half bent pine trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes wake up to these, lying on cozy pillows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mornin I say to them and think of egg and cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was asleep when  sky laid white blanket on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now papa sun takes it off and wakes me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smile at life and everything that makes it worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look around, sipping my morning cup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am no sculptor, am no artist, but I have it in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To carve and paint this new day, as I want it to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Past can drag along, but not lead the future way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better than yesterday should be each coming day !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earth's still rolling and my mind's still wandering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time's someone never bothered by our life design!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet its good to take some off and do some pondering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never might know when a good thought shines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-2813743293729745450?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2813743293729745450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/08/pondering.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/2813743293729745450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/2813743293729745450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/08/pondering.html' title='Pondering..'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/S2SbIF9cQuI/AAAAAAAANEI/YlG8LR-UwWc/s72-c/DSC02451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-7161312113319265760</id><published>2009-07-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:01:00.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Season Swings on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Sl9ejbanIDI/AAAAAAAAM5c/e4hFd0v9b98/s1600-h/seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Sl9ejbanIDI/AAAAAAAAM5c/e4hFd0v9b98/s320/seasons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359106044341985330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for a bright new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was a dream on every winter grey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High spirits and fun was summer's way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I did wish it should always stay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all sun fun were wearing away soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sweat smells lingered around in June,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished I could fly to the coldest part of moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thought a cool breeze was the greatest boon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come ,  I call you fall days , cool our eyes a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your light chilly winds, let me not strain to smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope those days are far, when your leaves lay in piles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For heart seems lifeless when, bare trees stretch in miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer smiles, hearing my woes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disappears as if I gave it a blow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sends me along a light shower show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finds me again loving the summer glow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-7161312113319265760?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7161312113319265760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/season-swings-on-me.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/7161312113319265760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/7161312113319265760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/season-swings-on-me.html' title='Season Swings on me!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Sl9ejbanIDI/AAAAAAAAM5c/e4hFd0v9b98/s72-c/seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-6048913477382699742</id><published>2009-07-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:09:47.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>They add colour to life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SlwVIA5ZjMI/AAAAAAAAM5U/TiZbM_vOfT8/s1600-h/DSC03844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SlwVIA5ZjMI/AAAAAAAAM5U/TiZbM_vOfT8/s320/DSC03844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358180884087934146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I always go for that black skirt or black top even when I have atleast  5 of them?? And why do I always think about  the lovely whites as angelic no matter how many times I see them in my life? I always liked the Royal look of a black car and the rich feeling of the daily chauffeur-washed white car..these  two colours never stop to amaze me in themselves..but they amaze me in yet another way..they become a great background for any portrait that is drawn on them..They do a wonderful job of bringing other colours to life by being their shadow and filling the blank spaces they leave..they are what showed me how a person can be a glorious personality to the world  brimming with elegance and pride and yet be that great friend who can bring out the best in us by giving what they can to fill our weak points! These are the friends who make us feel we are the brightest colours of the world..these are the friends who demonstrate the beauty of the other colours by showing the darkest night or the lifeless snowy days in them...but these are the friends who we forget, for their sacrifices and humility..these are the friends to whom we show our pride and mock ..the same wonderful friends who stood behind us to showcase our true colours ! The same wonderful friends who never boasted of their beautiful dark nights or their heavenly white snowy days..but yes..when twilight shines on a lovely green tree, its radiance is unparallelled to any shadow at dusk or any snow flake at night..and yet the rainbow of the fall colours shall not stay forever...and yet the dark nights and  passing winter flaunt ur beauty o colours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-6048913477382699742?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6048913477382699742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-add-colour-to-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6048913477382699742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6048913477382699742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-add-colour-to-life.html' title='They add colour to life!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SlwVIA5ZjMI/AAAAAAAAM5U/TiZbM_vOfT8/s72-c/DSC03844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-1289779657978421871</id><published>2009-06-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:11:15.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Solitary Winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspired by homeless poor people in cold countries..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SjWaHaUArqI/AAAAAAAALt8/jY8yG1Tx7cg/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SjWaHaUArqI/AAAAAAAALt8/jY8yG1Tx7cg/s320/DSC03395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347349584685346466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When days are dark and numbing cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a tree has a leaf that acts very bold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For who could stay in the freezing storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When life makes a blank white transform!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like nature's mourn, the silence creeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeking a mate, the cold wind weeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roads disappear like in middle of the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we stand, solitude and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask or not,the weather changes unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish or not, I need to work to the bone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No bird came by for a friendly chirp this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come hard cold days in life,all stay away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let sun shine and colours rise from ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends are many to hold hands around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smiles stay lit as long as its bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winter awaits, and I stand alone in fright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-1289779657978421871?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1289779657978421871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/06/solitary-winter.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1289779657978421871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1289779657978421871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/06/solitary-winter.html' title='Solitary Winter!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SjWaHaUArqI/AAAAAAAALt8/jY8yG1Tx7cg/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-6442909565737556694</id><published>2009-05-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:36:17.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love you daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Father's day to all dad's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I arrived in this beautiful world &lt;div&gt;Dad, you were there waiting patiently for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I cried to get things done or acted bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, you watched smiling and melted to my pleas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I asked you about a million things I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me nice stories and made me learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I felt bad and pointed to my flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You inspired me and cooled my heart burns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I grew up and fumbled on teen thorns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You heard me always like a friend on my side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was lost in the paths of future and torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guided me around with doors of hope wide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was asked am I a daddys little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked into their eyes and gave my biggest smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you looked happy and proud of your pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad did u knw I was more proud to have you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said little but you showed me your deep love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was eager to fly but I knew you wanted me close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always found a reason to call me home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it was your fathers affection at its most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my days were good, you were there to share &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my hours were bad, you came to hold me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed, am so grateful and I have a happy tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of my great loving daddy , my dear pops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-6442909565737556694?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6442909565737556694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-you-daddy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6442909565737556694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6442909565737556694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-you-daddy.html' title='Love you daddy...'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-8448252472005778040</id><published>2009-05-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:15:08.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mom, I love you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dedicated to all loving moms, all over the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, do you remember how you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was small and crawled here n there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were around like an eagle on watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And kept me away from the edge of the couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My angel on earth, I were for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of thy body, mind and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I was hurt I always knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pain for you beyond console!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet little lamb you taught me to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gentle and loving but bold to hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lived to show me how I should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am grateful each day for such a dear mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I owe my life ,love and dreams to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you prayed for and made it all true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you live long to hold me when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you forever be happy and loved by all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-8448252472005778040?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8448252472005778040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8448252472005778040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8448252472005778040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-i-love-you.html' title='Mom, I love you..'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-3873540434834169114</id><published>2009-04-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:15:45.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>An angel from above!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SfnC0sjHu8I/AAAAAAAAKF4/S-DISsSPDZQ/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SfnC0sjHu8I/AAAAAAAAKF4/S-DISsSPDZQ/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330505844537146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;mage courtesy: google :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know not if I belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see those which I could never bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know not how they speak in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel that they are devoid of care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sent with promises of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They gave me as a gift from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was told they'll hold me like a dove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now am alone, where art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I long to see the womb which held me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was our bond broken with the cord for thee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold me once, its a heart felt plea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came for you,couldnt you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They called me angel from where I came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A useless birth is what you name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know we could never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I die an angel today,without a life of shame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The 'cord' referred in the poem refers to the umblical cord which connects the baby to its mother and is cut off after delivering the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-3873540434834169114?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3873540434834169114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-from-above.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3873540434834169114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3873540434834169114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-from-above.html' title='An angel from above!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SfnC0sjHu8I/AAAAAAAAKF4/S-DISsSPDZQ/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-1179645360111449767</id><published>2009-04-21T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:49:32.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Long Live My Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crispy green mornings and summer shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moist small grasses with gleaming dew smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wake to walk in this refreshing dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And glance at my garden for new beauties born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Se-AHvGYjuI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/2cq29JaGXAo/s320/DSC00555-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617754593267426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing along with cuckoos I wander &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And see my butterfly friends yonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sweat me with their chasing game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their colourful wings are what I blame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The creek on my roadside gave a silvery glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat on its rocky lap and forgot all woes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came along my friendly breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Splashing water playfully upto my knees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Se-AZDj1dYI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/Ht8SpR8sb8k/s1600-h/DSC00561-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Se-AZDj1dYI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/Ht8SpR8sb8k/s320/DSC00561-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618052143281538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mighty sun's rays patted me to remind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was time to keep them out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The half built sky scrapers now came to my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray for another day with my friends as I Write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-1179645360111449767?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1179645360111449767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-live-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1179645360111449767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1179645360111449767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-live-my-friends.html' title='Long Live My Friends!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/Se-AHvGYjuI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/2cq29JaGXAo/s72-c/DSC00555-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-8427193113562222853</id><published>2009-04-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:03:56.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>പതിവ്രതയായ സന്ധ്യ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SdetHUjd45I/AAAAAAAAJ8I/vQtFIlqbkH0/s1600-h/duskmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320911826049688466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SdetHUjd45I/AAAAAAAAJ8I/vQtFIlqbkH0/s320/duskmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ഉഷസ്സും മധ്യാന്ഹവും മെല്ലെ വിട ചൊല്ലവേ&lt;br /&gt;അവര്‍ണ്ണ്യമാം അഴകോടെ അവള്‍ മുഖമുയര്‍ത്തി&lt;br /&gt;ദൂരെ നിന്നെങ്ങോ മടങ്ങിയെത്തും തന്‍ പ്രിയന്‍റെ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;നിഴലില്‍ അലിഞ്ഞു &lt;/span&gt;ചേര്‍ന്നീടുവാന്‍ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;കാത്തു നിന്നു സൂര്യനും അവളെ ഒരു നോക്ക് കാണാന്‍&lt;br /&gt;ആഴിയിലേക്ക്‌&lt;span class=""&gt; മടങ്ങാന്‍ ഒരു തെല്ലു വൈകി നിന്നവന്‍ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;വാതിലുകള്‍ അവനു മുന്‍പിലടഞ്ഞു നിന്നു &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;അവള്‍ സൂര്യനില്‍ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;നിന്നും മറഞ്ഞു നിന്നു&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;പൌര്‍ണമിയായി അവനിന്ന് പുഞ്ചിരിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;അവളും അവന്‍റെ പ്രഭയില്‍ ശോഭിച്ചു നിന്നു&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ആ പുളകത്തില്‍ പ്രപഞ്ചം കോരിത്തരിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;പ്രേമ സുന്ദരമായി എന്നും ആ നിമിഷം !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;കണ്‍കോണിലൂടെ അവള്‍ തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞു&lt;br /&gt;ഒരായിരം നക്ഷത്ര നേത്രങ്ങള്‍ പാഞ്ഞെത്തുന്നതും&lt;br /&gt;വിരഹ ദുഖിതയായി അവള്‍ പോയിമറഞ്ഞു&lt;br /&gt;ചന്ദ്രനെ സ്നേഹിച്ച പതിവ്രതയാം സന്ധ്യ അവള്‍ ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-8427193113562222853?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8427193113562222853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8427193113562222853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8427193113562222853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='പതിവ്രതയായ സന്ധ്യ'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SdetHUjd45I/AAAAAAAAJ8I/vQtFIlqbkH0/s72-c/duskmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-8705693913538848360</id><published>2009-04-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:12:49.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookery'/><title type='text'>Chicken Stir fry With Red Chillies !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As am new to blogging and in experimenting stage, I deleted this post which i wrote sometime back and am reposting it again! Sorry to bother you again with this old post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not an expert in this field..But once in a while I do expect some magic to happen with a new dish I plan to try. The maximum I do to change a recipe from its original form is adjusting the ingredients to my taste n may be adjust the spice levels too. But today I wanted to have a chinese menu. Am a great lover of chinese and thai food and I can eat it at any time of day!! What I had in mind was a chicken stirfry with lots of soy sauce and red chillies . I tried to google it out as usual but then I had to drop off those recipes because atleast 2 to 3 ingredients in those recipes weren't handy. My cousin sis &lt;a href="http://www.mariasmenu.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; who usually comes to my rescue at these moments was blasting her friday night in some part of bahrain and I had to close out that option too. I tried to get a recipe from my friend Shabna who recently made achicken and soy sauce dish for her hubby on her first engagement anniversary[isnt that sweet?] .But she was busy with some work and I was out of luck again. Then i decided to take a bold step and thought of giving it a try with the few ingredients I had. Strictly speaking this is my second attempt on inventing something in kitchen.The first was an "Indian  style Hot Dog olathu" .I will definitely share its recipe some other day. Back to the recipe part. I am not sure of the quantities I used and I wont say it tasted bad :).It sure did ignite my taste buds a bit. And when the chicken was done I felt ok to go ahead with fried rice, for which i got the recipe from here :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.mariasmenu.com/chicken/mixed-fried-rice-20 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I made a chicken fried rice as I didnt have beef and prawns :D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For marinade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken breast cut into thin cubes/strips- half a pound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dry red wine - 1 tbsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corn starch- 1 tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thick soy sauce- 2tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For preparation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onion- 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ginger grated- 1tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;garlic grated - 1/2 tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black pepper powder - 1/2 - 1 tsp[ depending on spiciness preferred]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red chillies whole - 7-8 pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spiceless chilly powder- 1/2 tsp [ can use red colour a pinch mixed with 2 tsp water and  1/4 tsp corn starch as substitute. I used redchily powder here]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thick soy sauce- 4 tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dry red wine - 1tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sugar - 1/2tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lime juice - 1/4 tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt- as necessary[soy sauce contains salt]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vegetable oil - 4 tsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Marinate the chicken pieces for half an hour to 1 hour with the marinade mentioned above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heat oil  in a pan and add red chillies..when they start changing colour take them out and add the chicken pieces to the oil...oil will smell slightly of the chillies.. stir fry them for few seconds and remove the chicken from the pan. Add more oil if necessary  [abt 1tsp] and  saute onion , ginger and garlic. when they turn soft add pepper powder and stir for 30 seconds. Then add the chicken andred chillies kept aside and stir fry for few mintues..add chilly powder/colour and stir for 2 minutes.. then add soy sauce, red wine, sugar,lime juice and stir for 30 seconds..... switch off the stove and garnish with chopped green onions. Serve hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I'll be quite happy to hear any suggestions or improvements on this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SdVmuPY71hI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/qV4tljgEbI4/s1600-h/DSC03342-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SdVmuPY71hI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/qV4tljgEbI4/s320/DSC03342-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320271479399241234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; 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And tht too which are those 25 things that i should write? These were the first questions that zoomed up in me when i saw me tagged by my cousin &lt;a href="http://www.mariasmenu.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;. She herself has written quite a set of nice facts abt her that gives an insight into her other than the culinery side and she has framed it in a hilariously funny way too..&lt;div&gt;Coming to facts abt me..well..here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am very talkative. I do have a starting trouble at times.But once the ice breaks, there is no stopping me. At home ,my main competitor used to be my mom and we took turns in telling my achan[dad] about the days events. Now I torture my hubby with my talks, constantly reminding him that he should be attentive to me and thus take care of his marriage vows[I know there isnt anything coming directly under the vows saying u have to listen to ur wife talk. But I elaborate the caring part to suit my purposes].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Music is my constant mood lifter, my consoler and my all time favourite time pass. I love day dreaming listening to music and empathizing myself to some really gorgeous movie star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love to read...especially investigative stories. And once i catch hold of one of those books, am glued to my spot till someone reminds me about food! I like to write too when I feel I have something to tell the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Kitchen has been one of my favourite spots from when I can remember. I used to take great pleasure in seeing the process of cutting veggies, cleaning fish especially prawns or shrimp, and try my hand at sauteing and garnishing. The only reason no one wanted my help was because the amount of food was reducing considerably with my frequent taste testing. I still find myself attracted to food shows n food blogs and enjoy having an over the counter chat with my kitchen expert aunts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Sports..I guess i wouldnt have glanced at this word if i had a brother sibling. I felt sorry for my dad having no company to watch sports and thats how i first began to take an interest in it. I loved to hear him making suggestions for the coach n captain of the cricket team, the way he yelled when someone dropped a catch [if it was the team he supported]..lol..it was fun..he would hav reacted even if i wasnt complimenting his opinions..but still i took it as the responsibility of a daughter who should take care of a father with no boy child to share the men's world!! I dont think he ever understood that..though i had the proud air of doing something great for him!! I am sure he must have thot i was trying to catch his attention :D whatever that may be, i started liking cricket.then tennis n monica seles ...and thus it widened to basket ball,table tennis, badminton, golf ,pool n wht not god knws...I did take part in some of them at school...and i still am ready to play if i ever get a chance .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love observing the nature and I enjoy its beauty very much. Though I have been seeing them over more than two decades, I still cast a glance at the blushing orange sun and feel like my cheeks r radiant n smiling too..I look at the blooming beauties around me and feel that being coloured suited none better than them..I look at the spotless blue sky and feel that only they can be more beautiful with the white cloudy pimples on them...and on and on goes my passion for these silent adorable things of joy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Babies, kids...they are irresistable bundles of happiness and fun. I love to fondle them, play with them, hear their innocent talks and be a part in their harmless mischieves. I often find myself tempted to wake up the little darlings and play with them. And I must say i have successfully attempted that with some of my younger cousins n few of my elder cousins babies. I only had to tickle their feet ..and they wake up with a big siren followed by  mom's consoling n food n then ..its play time !!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. This may sound strange..but yes..I observe people and try to imitate some of their actions or talks. I dont imitate their behaviour in life but i find myself repeating something that i find interesting, it can be the accent n tone of a news reporter or a new friend, the style of walking , or some facial expressions. So next time people, beware..am watching the uniqueness in you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Religion is something i find necessary . I think its a basic need for everyone to know that there is someone for you , someone who loves u no matter who u are, someone who forgives you no matter what u did, some one who always have time to listen to u, someone who can solve ur problems , someone who can guess what we want and give it to us, and most of all someone who doesnt expect anything from us and will still be there for us no matter what. As we all know, someone who could do all this wouldnt be human and will be divine.. so no matter what anyone says abt god, i would like to believe he is there and is most willing to believe in eternal happiness!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. From when I first saw it, I fell in love with it. Am talking abt that lovely white gown of mother earth. Snow was something which made my breath n heart freeze for a moment. I was lucky enough to have few snow experiences but it still fills me with excitement to watch it and feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I hate ice creams but i love chocolates. I remember that when i was abt 8yrs old, my cousins used to bribe me to tell everyone that i love ice cream so that i can collect my share and give it to them. I watched in amusement how my bully cousin bro appu who used to irritate me always used to soften for this particular occasion! But for chocolates I could cry if some one even asked me a bite for a taste. Well, my hubby agrees that I havent changed much regarding that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Unlike the normal behaviour of ladies of my age, I take very less interest in grooming myself. I can be very lazy to change even an ear ring that I may go ahead with Silver ear rings , a gold chain and a white dress[I still do not see who can notice if i wear a pearl set with white dress or a small gold chain with some ear ring I think will suit my face].My cousin &lt;a href="http://www.mariasmenu.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;  and my sis tresa were my  main critics ..not to mention my younger cousins in my mom's side who would keep asking me to look around and learn one or two to have some fashion sense!!  I did the best I could. I simply left my dress material shopping to my mom and the tailoring advices to my sis or &lt;a href="http://www.mariasmenu.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;. I was bothered only for measurements n was free from complaints!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Shopping is interesting to me only if it involves something that i have wanted to buy. Dresses, shoes and hand bags are an exception. Other than that my recent shopping interest is kitchenware . Shopping is usually need based and i wouldnt classify myself as a shopaholic being the small kanjoos that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I get bored with home interiors from time to time. I know its weird, but I have this habit of rearranging the furntiure and adding or deleting items from one room to another once i get bored with the usual set up. I always used to do this on the first day of my study leave. It was something that gave me a result immediately and uplifted my spirits so that i could finally start studying. My mom just thot it was an excuse to delay studies and never appreciated my sincere efforts :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. On an idle day, the first thing that I find interesting to do is cleaning home. During the busy hours, it would have been scattered with clothes, newspapers, coffee mugs , books...well the usual stuffs. My mom is an extraodinarily strict person when it comes to cleanliness. My dad like most men, never showed an interest in it. Me and my sis were occasional clean people who tidied up things. But then slowly I found a pleasure in cleaning a mess and enjoying the outcome. That lives in me upto this day and is a constant trouble for my hubby as it used to be for my dad. I keep cleaning the tables and arranging things in the shelves assigned to them only to find my dad[nw my hubby] yelling at me to bring it to him. When I tried to reason with him that he should be happy i cleaned the table he used to reply " I find it easier to get all my things from the table rather than searching shelves..so stop tidying my table"...so much for my clean intentions!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Driving and dancing. I have attempted these[mainly due to requirement] n can manage just ok... Driving , my dad used to say is a necessity for everyone. Reducing dependability on driving gives a lot of freedom to people i believe. As for dancing, i enjoy watching all forms of dance and appreciate the talent a lot. My dancing classes ended in 4th grade when we shifted home the first time. I only made the next apperance during college group dances when they ran short of people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  I am not a great movie fan. My theatre movie rate was like 2/yr till marriage. Then it changed to like 3/month. Nowadays i find myself asking my hubby whens the next movie coming :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Tom n Jerry..My all time favourite cartoon. I still watch cartoon network and nickelodeon whenever i get time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. One thing that i remember from my childhood days is tht i was a great foodie. Well , I still am one. I remember the days when I used to complain that food for four was not enough for even me ..such was my craving for food that i loved. I am a rice person and my fav combo in rice is sambhar n pappadam. And chinese food is another of my fav cuisines. I love fish fry too..not to mention the kallu shappu  fish recipes I have had during kumarakam trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Soft toys are something that i was always fond of. That love hasnt dimished a bit . I envy the kids who are born now and have all the new lovely toys and dolls. I do wish i was born a little late. I however successfully convinced my hubby that soft toys are a romantic gift for ladies . Hopefully he tries to impress me with soft toys on every occasion we celebrate, so tht by the end of 25yrs ..may b I'll have a collection that a 2yr old may envy..after all am asking toys n not diamonds..he shud be happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I have never given much thought to health and wealth. I always thot it was something for the old people..like parents, elders.I never considered myself in that category until i heard recently abt people of my age being affected by cholesterol, Blood pressure etc. I was wondering if it was really tht i grew old or that people are too unconcerned..or may be both as i finally came to realize. So, at times i take a resolution to watch my diet and my pocket. But havent been progressively successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Is it a good thing to be frank? It depends on the occasion right? But for me, I never really figured out the so called occasions to be frank that people appreciate it or to keep my mouth shut when so desired of me. So,it usually ends up in awkward moments with my new acquaintances. And being the talkative that I am..I move on to the next topic smartly..or rather.. deliberately.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My idea of a vacation is adventure. Be it trekking, water sports or riding on a camel. I give myself a day to absorb the beauty of the place..And then I become a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Patriotism is a word that brings goosebumps in me. I am not so much as a patriot in action. But I do respect the land which gave me a space to grow up. The patriotic songs which came in TV always triggerd my blood cells.."Mile sur mera thumaara", "Vandemaatharam", " Maa thujhe salaam by A.R. Rahman"  are just few of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. And last but not the least, I shall conclude with my few thoughts on Love and Hope. These are like my right and left leg which carries me forward in this short path of life. I wouldnt describe love as something abstract..for from my family and friends I have always felt it in words and deeds. And hope is what I have when everything else seems unreachable. Its hope that gives a pull on my leg and changes my route to make things within reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to tag my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofamateurchef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meghna&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soojada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soorya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smithajobi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smitha Jobi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edgeofthedagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afzal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamsnme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preethy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://riascollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priyankapaj.wordpress.com/"&gt;Priyanka Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with me-me tag!! 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&lt;span&gt;അല്ലെങ്കിലും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്തുപറഞ്ഞാണ്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ന്യായീകരിക്കുക&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span&gt;എന്നിലുണ്ടായിരുന്ന&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദൈവത്തിന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അംശം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നേ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നഷ്ടപെടുത്തിയിരിക്കുന്നു&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;എന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ആത്മാവിനെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തള്ളിപ്പറഞ്ഞു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഉപേക്ഷിച്ച&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സ്വര്‍ഗപടിവാതിലില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ആരു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാത്തു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നില്ല്ക്കും&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;എന്നിലെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ജീവന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അംശം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നശിപ്പിച്ച&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span&gt;തിരികെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഏല്‍പ്പിക്കാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നന്മയുടെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഒരു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കണിക&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പോലും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അവശേഷിപ്പിക്കാഞ്ഞ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഇരുകൈയ്യും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നീട്ടി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സ്വീകരിക്കാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മാലാഖമാര്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പറന്നെത്തുമെന്നു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്തിന്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വ്യാമോഹിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;ഈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ലോകത്തിന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കണ്ണഞ്ചിപ്പിക്കുന്ന&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സൌന്ദര്യത്തിലേക്ക്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പറഞ്ഞയച്ചതെന്തിനു&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;ഈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സുഖങ്ങള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എനിക്കല്ലായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അങ്ങെന്തിനിവയെ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;സൃഷ്ടിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;വെറും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കളിമണ്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കളിപ്പാട്ടങ്ങളായ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ഞങ്ങള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പ്രലോഭനങ്ങളുടെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തോരാമഴയത്ത്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എങ്ങനെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പിടിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നില്ക്കും&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;പണ്ടു &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;യേശുക്രിസ്തു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കുരിശു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ചുമക്കാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഭൂമിയില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അവതരിച്ചപ്പോള്‍ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;അങ്ങയെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വിളിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അപേക്ഷിച്ചത്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അങ്ങോര്‍ക്കുന്നുവോ&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;കഴിയുമെങ്കില്‍ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ഈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പാനപാത്രം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എടുത്തു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മാറ്റുമോ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്ന്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മനുഷ്യനായ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദൈവം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അന്ന്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പ്രാത്ഥിച്ചു. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ശാരീരികമായ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വേദനകളെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;താങ്ങാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അങ്ങയുടെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പുത്രന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഭയക്കുമ്പോള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞങ്ങള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദേഹത്തെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാത്തു&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;പാലിച്ചതും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അതിനാല്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദേഹിയെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നോവിപ്പിച്ചതും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞങ്ങളുടെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; ഉത്കണ്ഠ &lt;span&gt;കൊണ്ടാണെന്നോര്‍ത്ത് &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;അങ്ങ്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ക്ഷമിക്കുകില്ലേ&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;പതിവ്രതയായ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സീതയെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഉപേക്ഷിക്കേണ്ടി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വന്നപ്പോള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഭഗവാനായ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;രാമനും&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;മനസ്സു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നൊന്തില്ലേ&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;മാനസിക&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സമ്മര്‍ദ്ദങളുടെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അഗ്നിപരീക്ഷകളില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദുര്‍ബലരായ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മാനവര്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അപ്പോള്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ഉരുകിതീരില്ലേ&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;കൊടുന്കാറ്റിനെയും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കടലിനെയും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ശാസിച്ച&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അങ്ങ്&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞങ്ങളെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തകര്‍ത്ത&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദുരാഗ്രഹങള്‍എന്തേ തകര്‍ത്തില്ല? കാളിയ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ന്‍റെ മുകളില്‍ താണ്ഡവമാടിയ അങ്ങേക്ക് ഈ മനുഷ്യന്‍റെ ചെയ്തികളെ തടയാമായിരുന്നില്ലേ? അവിടുന്നെന്നെ എന്തിനീ ഭൂമിയില്‍ അയച്ചു  എന്ന് ഞാന്‍ ഒരിക്കല്‍ പോലും ചിന്തിച്ചില്ല, അന്വേഷിക്കാന്‍ കൂട്ടാക്കിയില്ല. ഇനിയൊട്ടു ഒന്നും ചെയ്യാന്‍ നേരവുമില്ല. സമയം വളരെ വൈകിയിരിക്കുന്നു.ആ എരിയുന്ന നിത്യാഗ്നി അടുത്തെന്നതുപോലെ എന്‍റെ നെറ്റിയില്‍ വിയര്‍പ്പു തുള്ളികള്‍ വെപ്രാളപെട്ടു ഓടി ഇറങ്ങുന്നു . ഈ യാത്രയില്‍ ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാം നേടി .തിരിച്ചുപോവാന്‍ ഒരു സ്ഥലം ഒഴികെ. ഈ ജീവിതത്തില്‍ ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാം അറിഞ്ഞു . എന്‍റെ ആത്മാവിന്‍റെ പരമാനന്ദം ഒഴികെ. യാത്ര ചൊല്ലാന്‍  എനിക്കാവുന്നില്ല . ഞാന്‍ പോകുന്നതെവിടെയെന്നു ഞാനറിയുന്നില്ല .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-1897621919513013068?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1897621919513013068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1897621919513013068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1897621919513013068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='യാത്രാമൊഴി'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-3183421539920366926</id><published>2009-03-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:58.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>My dear Woman...</title><content type='html'>This is not something about a woman that I like or one that I adore. Its about the wonderful race called Women. Its so wonderful to be one of them. I am not being unfair to the other equally important race here.Nor am i calling my race a superior one as i have no idea what other races feel like unless am one of them.  But it sure is enough to be the one that I am right now. I have read lot about how important the role of a woman in life is , how complex it is compared to a men's life , how intelligent and stupid some women were, how strong and weak they can be ..how nations were made n destroyed due to a woman..how a womans love changed people and empires..wow..doesnt all that sound incredible? To be part of such a happening race is really something that makes me proud. From the lullaby of a mother, the fights of a sister, the passion of a lover, the sacrifices and dedication of a wife to the advices of the old granny..each stage of our life we are thankful for a wonderful woman who made it possible to make our life worth. I often wondered if God made each new creation better and flawless than the first and in more resemblence to him ..if So, the woman was the last[acc to my belief in the holy bible]..the best of all creations..the partner of man who could support him when they failed and still stand strong..the helper of man when he lacked few skills.. What he lacked, he gave it to her..and yet he made her humble and loving to accept man and his superior nature. What a  wonderful theory to uplift your mood when you are let down by a man right?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The beauty and power of women lies not in physical appearance or strength i believe as does  many intelligent wonderful people[really!!]. And those who failed to recognize that have tortured them in all ages, all over the world. The intelligent woman was often framed cunning, the beautiful as stupid and the server a slave. Its a pity to see that many still dont recognize the value of a woman. A girl child is still a pain somewhere, an unmarried lass a burden on home, a poor wife a slave of her hubby in some home and the old lady a bad curse to bear. Respect to woman was always considered the sign of  an esteemed personality. But i guess its all as good as a word written in water for some. Its sad to read the abundant amount of rapes, slaughters, tortures that go around us everyday.Only if everyone believed that the goddessess of ancient earth, the cleopatras, the princess diana or mother theresa ..all were once a  part of us...and still lives somewhere as one among us.. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I agree that there are educated cultured people who respect women and I really appreciate them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-3183421539920366926?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3183421539920366926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dear-woman.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3183421539920366926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3183421539920366926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dear-woman.html' title='My dear Woman...'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-8167602456409816424</id><published>2009-02-23T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:58.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The Infected Bud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SaMnDF13mLI/AAAAAAAAJ34/MZwVNyoTGVY/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SaMnDF13mLI/AAAAAAAAJ34/MZwVNyoTGVY/s320/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306127720033786034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love kids. They are so cute and so full of fun. And cuteness is not the only factor which attracts me to kids. I like to play with them. Their imagination often astonishes me. The way they try to imitate something that fascinates them and their little cooked up stories about cartoons and chocolates are enough to cheer up anyone. Some are too smart and create a real dilemma for parents. I recently saw my cousin's kids .They were very playful and helpful[and taught me their new games] and I dont knw how soon I spent those 3hrs with them. The older one was about 3 years old and the younger abt a year and a half. During the dessert time after lunch, their appa [papa] tried to dissuade the elder one from having ice cream. He was telling her not to eat ice creams coz it was too cold and her throat would be affected and she'll have fever et all. The clever girl didnt pause for a second, but came up with a brilliant solution. "Heat the ice cream and give me then!" I was laughing hearing her innocent answer and proud face which had solved all the problems.&lt;div&gt;I was thinking when had I ever been so confident abt an answer and not worried what consequences a word of mine would bring. When did i lose that childish innocence and frank nature? And how long will it be before the kids who spoke n walked so freely felt the restraint to do so? How wonderful it would have been if people just grew up without having to be artificial in talks and actions? How different is the sincerity of a kid extending hand for friendship to someone of his age and a man extending a formal handshake to his new acquaintance? When those kids roll out on the floor laughing at their own little jokes and throw mud and balls at each other, the man checks on his new friend's background and throw stones of jealousy and pride at each other. When did that wonderful blooming bud lose its smile and roll inward to itself? And why did those buds shun from the light which strengthened them? Why did we ever turn away from the goodness in us and start withering out well ahead of what was planned for us? I do not have a definite answer. But sometimes I do think that without the world changing completely there is no hope for any born child to preserve his/her pure mind. If there are traitors , liers and thieves around , how do we teach children to trust and be honest? If innocence n frankness can cost you your life, then who would preach it to the ones they love? And if a decieving smile of friendship can lead a person to his ruins, how can we extend our hearts to those hands? And so,the buds which promised the springs for us will never blossom here ...they are infected from the dangerous soil in which they grow !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-8167602456409816424?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8167602456409816424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/infected-bud.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8167602456409816424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8167602456409816424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/infected-bud.html' title='The Infected Bud!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SaMnDF13mLI/AAAAAAAAJ34/MZwVNyoTGVY/s72-c/DSC03377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-7137684257735826678</id><published>2009-02-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:58.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Lovely Abstract Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZy5IG8YR7I/AAAAAAAAJqs/nLMWBoqrVZQ/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-size:10px;"&gt;Pic:Yosemite Falls, Dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZy5IG8YR7I/AAAAAAAAJqs/nLMWBoqrVZQ/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZy5IG8YR7I/AAAAAAAAJqs/nLMWBoqrVZQ/s320/t1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304318010089555890" border="0" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to catch a rainbow. Well, they defnitely do exist.&lt;div&gt; But then why cant i just possess it. why are things so lovely so abstract? Was it meant by the creator that the most beautiful things mustnt be possessed ? When i was playing in the little creek near to my ancestral home, a beautiful wind came to me singing along with the leaves of the rubber, teak and other trees which surrounded me .It blew for just an instant and was gone.How i wanted to hold tht wind and do tht tickling to my face again. And then there was this wonderful smell when the first time rain fell on earth and gave the earth a beautiful aroma..It was so strange..so unique..i waited to smell again when the next rain came. But i didnt know it again till next year. If i could just store that unique smell which gave me a fresh feeling like old dusts were washed away and made me pure n radiant like those greeny leaves!! So , thats what God was thinking.It was not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me to keep getting all the good stuffs whenever i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted.. I had to go through droughts for a year to get the fresh smell of rain..and I had to experience the sun's heat between the cooling rains, to see a rainbow..And once i get the joy out of it, it will be taken away before i get used to it. Was man also abstract then? No. Definitely No. I could possess someone.I could always have him/her whenever i wished. Atleast tht was one lovely thing i could finally possess ,that i could feel, that i could love and keep with me for as long as i wished.Or, so i thought. Creator's rule doesnt change here too i guess. I had barely known him .Its been 10 years . But every single day i was only learning to possess him  through all these years. Through roses and thorns in our life, through the entangled strings of his passions in life..i was just starting to know him completely and possess that great heart with all its beauty and burns when it was suddenly taken away from me. That was the moment i despised all lovely things . They are lovely but they are abstract, they will leave me and mock at my burning desire to own them..Only the creator owns everything lovely..and no one else does...and its just a glimpse we get of his heavenly world through this short-lived abstract beautiful things!! Thats my belief..Thats my Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-7137684257735826678?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7137684257735826678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovely-abstract-things.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/7137684257735826678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/7137684257735826678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovely-abstract-things.html' title='Lovely Abstract Things!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZy5IG8YR7I/AAAAAAAAJqs/nLMWBoqrVZQ/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-1045345671848162964</id><published>2009-02-18T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:03:56.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>പിണക്കം</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZydp0hsAsI/AAAAAAAAJqA/82BmevnRU6U/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;span&gt;ചൊല്ലുവാനായി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മഴയിങ്ങു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വെക്കം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മണ്ണിലെത്തി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാറ്റും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മെല്ലെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തൊട്ടുണര്‍ത്തി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;നിദ്രയിലാണ്ട&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്‍&lt;/span&gt; ഹൃദയകവാടങ്ങള്‍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;മഴയുടെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പരിഭവം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കേട്ടതില്ല&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;കാറ്റും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദലങ്ങളും&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തേങ്ങി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കരഞ്ഞതുമെന്‍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;മരവിച്ച  കാതുകളില്‍ &lt;span&gt;പതിഞ്ഞതില്ല&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;കോപിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഗര്‍ജിച്ച&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാര്‍മേഘത്തിന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഉള്ളിലും&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ഞാനെന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സൂര്യനെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തിരഞ്ഞു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നോക്കി&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;വൈകാതെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വരുമെന്നെന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മാനസം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മോഹിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;കാത്തിരുന്നു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഞാന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മഴക്കാറുകള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;വിടചൊല്ലാന്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;തോഴനാം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ചന്ദ്രനെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാവല്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;അയച്ചില്ല&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;നക്ഷത്ര&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ദീപനാളങ്ങളെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എരിയിച്ചുമില്ല&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കാറുകള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മനസ്സില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നിന്നകന്നില്ലല്ലോ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ഈ&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;രാത്രിയില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നീയെന്നെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മറന്നുവല്ലോ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;തേങ്ങി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ഉരുകി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ആ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നാഴികകള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;കടന്നീടവേ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;കാറുകള്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മെല്ലെയലിഞ്ഞു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;പോയി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;വാടി&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;തളര്‍ന്ന&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;എന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മൃദുലമാം&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മേനിയില്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;എന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;സൂര്യന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;മെല്ലെപ്പുണര്‍നിളംചൂട്&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;പകരവേ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;കണ്മുന്നില്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നില്‍ക്കുമെന്‍&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ജീവനാഥ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ന്‍റെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;പുഞ്ചിരിയാലെന്മുഖം &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ശോഭിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ജ്വലിച്ചു&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;നിന്നു&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-1045345671848162964?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1045345671848162964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1045345671848162964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/1045345671848162964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='പിണക്കം'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZydp0hsAsI/AAAAAAAAJqA/82BmevnRU6U/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-2276639687115174520</id><published>2009-02-17T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:36:27.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>when i  speak, i want my heart to talk to me&lt;div&gt;When i  sing, i want the chords to flow to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when  i dance, i want to be on floating clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i glance in mirror, i want tht glow radiating from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i knw am truly in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i knw that you are near!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends and food are alike in one way. If u chose the right flavours in the right amounts you get a wonderful combination and gives you much happiness..else its a disaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-2276639687115174520?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2276639687115174520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/2276639687115174520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/2276639687115174520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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-2911956382013222380.post-8711442851659708657</id><published>2009-02-15T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:20:37.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A heart for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I am speaking of the heart which beats for me, the pic below is the heart cake[attempt] i made for my valentine !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZiGBOEAuUI/AAAAAAAAJgI/aYexpVBcnyo/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZiGBOEAuUI/AAAAAAAAJgI/aYexpVBcnyo/s320/DSC03291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303135916741671234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasnt sure how it all started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you sure had me startled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day you gave your heart to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And asked for mine with a plea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasnt built on candies or cones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didnt boast of a heart in gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What i found was a friendly call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That ur heart told was mine till old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held on to it from then to now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And saw me seated on its throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll reign on it and let time bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To an unending rain of love ever born !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I see ur sparkling eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see me dancing in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a wonderful tune that your heart plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For ur ever loving, happy, content wife!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-8711442851659708657?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8711442851659708657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-for-me_15.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8711442851659708657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/8711442851659708657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-for-me_15.html' title='A heart for me'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq1iwDpbhTw/SZiGBOEAuUI/AAAAAAAAJgI/aYexpVBcnyo/s72-c/DSC03291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911956382013222380.post-3819740562702242961</id><published>2009-02-14T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:20:37.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A sad Love song !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everything was for your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never mattered how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All others hated me for it;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never cared about it a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I defied my world for u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my world was my family;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never get it back I knew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I came to Ur life happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved u with an innocent mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cared u with a motherly heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked with u as a friend in need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fought with u like a naughty kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days went by and u were away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love was patient till the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I could feel Ur presence again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And see u by my side again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When birds chirped the arrival of spring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sang songs of eternal love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat alone in my old swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And envied the flowers which blossomed in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried for u, I fought for u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in desperate need of Ur love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot Ur hardships for creating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world of love just for u and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now one day when u’ll ask me to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I’ll have is a heart full of grief;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I did for Ur love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will then include the end of this love….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-3819740562702242961?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3819740562702242961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-love-song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3819740562702242961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/3819740562702242961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-love-song-for-you.html' title='A sad Love song !!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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-2911956382013222380.post-6016346373705475529</id><published>2009-02-14T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:09:54.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Philosophically me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Like an earthen vessel i stay in this heavy rains of life! At times i dissolve in it and lose myself in its beauty..and at times the rains shatter me with its harsh showers..but someone always takes me back from the earth and puts me in a fire i think i can never withstand..but which only makes me stronger and myself as whole again..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;I am your wings. Though you cannot see me I will always be there by your side .I will hold u from falling down when u face heat and storms and will take you to your destination where your hopes and dreams lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;I was a candle, one among millions. It was u who picked me out of the millions and lighted me up. I started burning out my life for u from then. I made u happier by melting out more and more and  making myself brighter for u. I was the only companion for u in the darkness of ur loving heart and in the loneliness of ur gloomy world. I loved u so much that I made stars ur friends who would light up ur dark nights when I wasn’t there. But once u left me alone to see the world illuminated with the fake smiles of bulbs ,fluorescent lamps and lasers. U were lost in the mesmerizing effect of their appealing look that u forgot the stars who came for u those nights. They blinked their thousand eyes  at u  but ur eyes were filled with the artificial smiles of the dancing  illuminations and u never saw them. I waited for  u day and night without knowing that I lost the value in ur life. My heart was melting out  with love for u  but u were busy with ur new companions who made ur nights days and drained your light out of you. You never remembered the sincerity that I showed, to guide you in darkness without expecting anything from u, from when u possessed me. Now ,realizing that am useless in brightening ur life and making u happy  and knowing that my life ,my love, which I wished to burn out for u is valueless, am going back as one among the millions , waiting to melt out for someone who needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911956382013222380-6016346373705475529?l=ammuscanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6016346373705475529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophically-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6016346373705475529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911956382013222380/posts/default/6016346373705475529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ammuscanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophically-me.html' title='Philosophically me!!'/><author><name>Ammu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927001641636359093</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
