<?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-19549129</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:22.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASPIRATIONS</title><subtitle type='html'>In the midst of the desert, my heart said to me. It was more than a whisper that I wouldn’t believe. Every life has a meaning, making moments worth the while. You have the soul of an archer, don’t forget that. And I said to myself, I have to make this quest.  A quest for wishful thinking where, my aspirations will rest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113520898904016451</id><published>2006-09-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:24:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/400/b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a gift of my abilities, a chance I chose to take and explore the immense creative energy within and around me to share and make it a wholesome. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mind is my mirror and I hope to reach the heart and minds of people with my words and leave an imprint of my thoughts in this deepest ocean called "The Beautiful World"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love to paint my life with the profound thoughts in me and hope to make a valuable contribution to this world someday in making it a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my readers, I thank you for visiting my website and reading through my work. I hope the click of the mouse on this page makes your journey through my writings and artworks worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113520898904016451?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113520898904016451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113520898904016451' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113520898904016451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113520898904016451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-me.html' title='ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-115712462377065645</id><published>2006-09-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:22:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience - In the City of New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moments caught in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Rashmi Kayala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In the late summer of 2006, I was at New Orleans visiting as a volunteer for the International Association for Human values (IAHV). I worked with a team of young adults conducting stress and trauma relief workshops to hurricane Katrina victims and the people of New Orleans. I was touched, touched by emotions suspended in time. Almost a year after disaster, a major part of the city still appeared paralyzed and every object living or inert spoke a thousand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, time appeared to have come to a stand still with shattered homes, corroded cars laying upside down, displaced windows and roofs, a list that would probably never end. For a moment, I was taken away by emotions that wouldn’t simply stop haunting me; but, I remembered to breathe. There were families from the lower class community who even today thrive on relief work organizations for their daily meal; and it’s just so sad to see them go through these hardships. Lost jobs, lost documents, lost homes, lost families, and lost pets and in addition, having lost control over their life now. Personally speaking, my visit to the ninth ward was probably, one of a kind of experience in my lifetime. The destructions around the 9th ward were too much to handle. In the meantime, I found an opportunity to spend some time with residents in that area. I lived an entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the course participants at IAHV stress and trauma relief workshops offered to share her Katrina story with me. She sure went through a very rough time when Katrina hit last year. She lost her home; a home with sweet memories for over 25 years was gone forever in a span of few hours. She lost her job; a job she had for over 17 years was gone with the wind. The clinic she worked for was destroyed in the storm and the doctors moved out of NO. Moreover, her husband and son were lost for three whole days as they could not evacuate before the storm had hit the city. She was so sure on the third day that her husband was not going to make it. He was a heart patient and had recently undergone a bypass surgery. She was worried; she kept weeping all the three days. No phone, no electricity, no news; but to her surprise she found her husband and son walking towards her. A miracle had just happened! She still kept crying. However, this time the tears were of happiness; she was thankful to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we worked on a summer camp project for a low income housing community adopted by IAHV. The volunteers at IAHV took care of kids abused by their families and surroundings offering them quality time by giving love, care and affection their naive hearts searched for. Spending time playing, doing art workshops, stress-relieving exercises like breathing and making them healthy nutritious breakfast &amp; lunch made a fulfilling day! Working with those kids was fun; they were simply adorable. One day, we were on a tour to the children’s museum. I was responsible for 3 children during the tour; I was talking to them and they were curious to know more about me. One of the girls asked me, how long was I going to visit them? And I told her, I would be gone after a week and she responded: “I can come with you; I do not wish to live here anyways. Do you know five boys were killed in gun-shootings near my house last week? I am so scared to live here”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded; I didn’t know what to say? I felt so sorry for those kids; I prayed for them to be able to withstand fear and smile all the way throughout their lives. I just thought to myself, there’s so much going on and not many of us care to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was very happy to see the tremendous energy in the volunteers at IAHV and their efforts towards this cause. Their contributions have been enormous but there’s yet a lot to do, to make NO a place it once used to be known for. I was proud to be a part of this project; I’ve evolved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure IAHV will continue to rebuild the lives of many in NO and elsewhere, where people need a ray of hope to live on. With IAHV’s stress and trauma relief programs, many have found a reason to smile, keep their minds at peace, and regain focus and energy. After the course, people simply say “WOW, I feel so good! I needed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAHV needs your support and encouragement to uplift the lives of many in New Orleans. To know more, please visit IAHV’s website @ &lt;a href="http://www.iahvneworleans.org/"&gt;http://www.iahvneworleans.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for spending a moment with me. You just made a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;Rashmi Kayala&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer @IAHV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-115712462377065645?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/115712462377065645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=115712462377065645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/115712462377065645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/115712462377065645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-experience-in-city-of-new-orleans.html' title='My Experience - In the City of New Orleans'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-114010777110811963</id><published>2006-02-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:40:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spasm</title><content type='html'>And they say&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a callous world&lt;br /&gt;I’m here enslaved&lt;br /&gt;My face pressed against the iron bars&lt;br /&gt;In a dungeon where light has no reason to pass&lt;br /&gt;Life has turned into a game of waiting&lt;br /&gt;And time doesn’t seem to flow quite as linearly&lt;br /&gt;All for a selfless cause&lt;br /&gt;And no one to accuse&lt;br /&gt;My psyche is merely left with&lt;br /&gt;a twinge of remorse&lt;br /&gt;And they say&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a callous world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-114010777110811963?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/114010777110811963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=114010777110811963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010777110811963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010777110811963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/02/spasm.html' title='The Spasm'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-114010771098899292</id><published>2006-02-16T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:09:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga of Love</title><content type='html'>Your glittering eyes&lt;br /&gt;Captivates me&lt;br /&gt;Tender moments of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flowing through time&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you enthralls me&lt;br /&gt;With every sweeping mass of clouds&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at your picture&lt;br /&gt;In my room with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminisce&lt;br /&gt;Fond memories of last fall&lt;br /&gt;when we held hands and walked the trails&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the scent of flowers filled the air&lt;br /&gt;And myriad petals blew away in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;The gentle touch of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Unveiled a sweet revelation&lt;br /&gt;We were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since you’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;Days are long&lt;br /&gt;And nights even longer&lt;br /&gt;Through the glass pane,&lt;br /&gt;I see a burst of rain&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly you flash by me&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at your picture&lt;br /&gt;In my room with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-114010771098899292?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/114010771098899292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=114010771098899292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010771098899292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010771098899292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/02/saga-of-love.html' title='Saga of Love'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-114010765406248125</id><published>2006-02-16T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:41:23.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Untainted love&lt;br /&gt;Lucid and divine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her presence engulfs us&lt;br /&gt;Like the dawn whose emergence is certain&lt;br /&gt;Her love lingeringly bright and eternal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sounds of agony escape her&lt;br /&gt;as she wanders along many pathways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;a sudden pause of silence in my life,&lt;br /&gt;a lost paradise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without her the atmosphere is cold and flat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akin to a dusty mirage&lt;br /&gt;A door appears hazily&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;My self-reflection, I see&lt;br /&gt;She brought the lost smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;Like a Cheshire cat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-114010765406248125?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/114010765406248125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=114010765406248125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010765406248125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/114010765406248125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/02/forgotten-smile.html' title='The Forgotten Smile'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113936162291474926</id><published>2006-02-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:12:53.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of us</title><content type='html'>This poem is a tribute to Hurricane Katrina Victims. I hope you enjoy the read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like I heard&lt;br /&gt;A whisper&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like I heard&lt;br /&gt;A sigh&lt;br /&gt;This dark and lonesome picture&lt;br /&gt;Narrates&lt;br /&gt;The story of a grieving child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tired and homeless&lt;br /&gt;She said she was much in pain&lt;br /&gt;She had lost her loved to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Left with many reasons for him to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her in empathy&lt;br /&gt;I held her by my side&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know how to answer&lt;br /&gt;The questions on her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was curious and impatient&lt;br /&gt;She was innocent and naive&lt;br /&gt;She had faced an unhappy ending&lt;br /&gt;To the beautiful moments of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with love for her&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give her all the comfort&lt;br /&gt;I put my arms around her&lt;br /&gt;And embraced her for the years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked home under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;A new journey we had now begun&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and wishes we lived on&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed of a beautiful world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113936162291474926?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113936162291474926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113936162291474926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113936162291474926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113936162291474926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-us.html' title='Story of us'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113592082267041838</id><published>2005-12-28T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:03:39.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>Purple skies and the bright lit moon&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve, makes me enthused&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling stars and the mass with glee&lt;br /&gt;An eventful year, we define it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the ocean, across the sea&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence’s remain for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;Winds of change, winds of exchange&lt;br /&gt;A million prayers for peace to prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate instants and a cry for joy&lt;br /&gt;Tragic stories not a moment of pride&lt;br /&gt;Despising truth and love for fright&lt;br /&gt;A pity to see, what we make of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year ahead brings an insight&lt;br /&gt;The essence of happiness lies within our minds&lt;br /&gt;We sail our life an ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;“Pursuit of Love” holds everything true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113592082267041838?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113592082267041838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113592082267041838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113592082267041838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113592082267041838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/make-it-beautiful.html' title='Make it Beautiful!'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113553815211317670</id><published>2005-12-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:22:46.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragrant Christmas</title><content type='html'>Another year, Christmas is here&lt;br /&gt;Fun and happiness, bring me cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Another year, Christmas is here,&lt;br /&gt;Blissful moments, sing to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Another year, Christmas is here,&lt;br /&gt;Love around, Wipe away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Another year, Christmas is here,&lt;br /&gt;I pray every soul be merry this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113553815211317670?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113553815211317670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113553815211317670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113553815211317670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113553815211317670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/fragrant-christmas.html' title='Fragrant Christmas'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113364015468367340</id><published>2005-12-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:48:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/waterhorse.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/waterhorse.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Share your success&lt;br /&gt;Share your smile&lt;br /&gt;Make a difference, lead a hand&lt;br /&gt;Words of kindness&lt;br /&gt;Words of warmth&lt;br /&gt;Speak them deep down from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Find a teacher&lt;br /&gt;Find a preacher&lt;br /&gt;Be a learner and follow through&lt;br /&gt;Join your hands&lt;br /&gt;Join your mind&lt;br /&gt;Make a prayer, humanity is divine&lt;br /&gt;Work for tranquility&lt;br /&gt;Work for serenity&lt;br /&gt;Towards we go to a whole world new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113364015468367340?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113364015468367340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113364015468367340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364015468367340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364015468367340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-place.html' title='A Better Place'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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-19549129.post-113364000113574725</id><published>2005-12-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:52:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/wavskyboat.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/wavskyboat.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;True blue sky, the birds flew by&lt;br /&gt;Sea beside, thoughts grew in mind&lt;br /&gt;Childhood days and memories,&lt;br /&gt;Did leave me by some treasuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way and galaxy, a world apart from reality&lt;br /&gt;Many a things to remember by&lt;br /&gt;From youth to life and no goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashing water, playing with rain&lt;br /&gt;Snow balls roll through the window pane&lt;br /&gt;Fun and frolic, I had the times&lt;br /&gt;Even today this is something I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mile made a smile,&lt;br /&gt;No hurt, no pain, no cry&lt;br /&gt;Sound of water, wakes my thought&lt;br /&gt;And I leave with my fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&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/19549129-113364000113574725?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113364000113574725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113364000113574725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364000113574725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364000113574725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/enchanted-moments.html' title='Enchanted moments'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113363831942313211</id><published>2005-12-22T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:21:14.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/fogman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/fogman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don’t be blue, I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hands you’ll see its true&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom, I don’t fake&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance, you’re not too late&lt;br /&gt;Read and learn, see what you earn&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard, but real life you aren’t so rude&lt;br /&gt;Turn the page, you just moved ahead&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful day, so much to say&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight, don’t let it go&lt;br /&gt;Cast a spell, abracadabra again&lt;br /&gt;Blink your eyes, not once but twice&lt;br /&gt;Then you’ll see what you rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with harmony&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself this journey&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to the top&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say: I just made it to a start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113363831942313211?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113363831942313211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113363831942313211' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363831942313211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363831942313211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/conscience.html' title='Conscience'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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-19549129.post-113363786858286208</id><published>2005-12-22T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T05:09:28.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/transfans1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/transfans1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mountains apart, time still moves&lt;br /&gt;For me and you, an impossible clue&lt;br /&gt;I seek for you in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely, difficult to sought&lt;br /&gt;I picture you with me, sure to say wish you’d stay&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many wishes, too many thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, but seem to blot&lt;br /&gt;Harder it is to erase, these memories I will not fade&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impeccable imaginings, you surprise me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe, yet it is true, away you are, so far from near&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, blindfold me dear&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centuries old, love tales told&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones, they foretold&lt;br /&gt;Story of us and the world ahead&lt;br /&gt;Will make a history, to be said&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113363786858286208?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113363786858286208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113363786858286208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363786858286208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363786858286208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-tale.html' title='Love Tale'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113363759654424626</id><published>2005-12-22T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:11:49.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/riverboat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/riverboat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun brings the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;Chirping birds and the twitter around&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate world, immaculate dream&lt;br /&gt;My vision takes me to the best of the green&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play with water and I play with sand&lt;br /&gt;The little I simply surprise me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and look at you&lt;br /&gt;I see you like you see me too&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, you get the best&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for you have been made to be true&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile and I can’t denyIt’s bliss, bliss of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113363759654424626?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113363759654424626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113363759654424626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363759654424626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363759654424626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/angel-eyes.html' title='Angel Eyes'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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-19549129.post-113520612808690881</id><published>2005-12-21T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:12:53.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actualizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The entirety of our life revolves around facts, a struggle to know what it takes to make it or break it. The fact that more than hundreds and thousands live without shelter, the fact that you and me have a beautiful place to live in and the fact that “Nothing comes for free” but we do breathe the same air? It leaves an unanswered question in the minds of many. That’s what I call “The Irony of Life”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a step, we break a step. So strange it is, and you realize it’s a learning all the way through. No matter good or bad, happy or sad. No matter high or low, success or failure. All that matters is what you see and what you do. You are the maker of your life, envision it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The factual composition of our life is what comes from deep down our heart. Look for it you might have just lost it to your mind. And when you find it you’ll see the impeccable world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a mind game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&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/19549129-113520612808690881?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113520612808690881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113520612808690881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113520612808690881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113520612808690881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/actualizations.html' title='Actualizations'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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-19549129.post-113364157112726594</id><published>2005-12-20T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:00:20.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Variations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The article that you are about to read was a part of my portfolio works for "Variations", a Salon Stylist News Mag offering trendy Cuts, Color and Style. It contributes to my study of Cosmetology. A few seconds, and it might just be a different you. Give it a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editor's Notes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love your hair! Our eyes are constantly looking out for a change. And sometimes, we all do need one! A change that makes us feel more positive, motivated and more confident about ourselves, about what we are? So, what could that good change possibly be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've got your thoughts getting to go by now. And I'm sure you guessed right. There is possibly nothing as exciting as finding yourself a new you and making yourself feel good about what you are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore yourself and know what you've got? Love your hair and make friends with it. Add element to your style, feel a person of substance and get yourself a new definition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor in chief,&lt;br /&gt;Rashmi Kayala&lt;br /&gt;@ variations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113364157112726594?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113364157112726594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113364157112726594' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364157112726594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364157112726594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/variations.html' title='Variations'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113364139792016757</id><published>2005-12-20T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:01:03.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;The following article is dedicated to my portfolio work during my study of "Cosmetology". My thoughts in this article are an expression to create self awareness with respect to divine beauty. I trust you will enjoy this insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adore your skin! "A healthy shimmering skin" gets me going! Skin is a beautiful part of you. Alas, not many of us think the same. In our daily lives, most of us hardly look upon our skin and care for it. And if we did, we mean to compel ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, we love to look pretty and be called beautiful! What do I say? Compliments are always welcome and so shall it be!&lt;br /&gt;Be your mirror, a reflection you owe yourself. Gift yourself this minute of chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Rashmi Kayala. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113364139792016757?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113364139792016757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113364139792016757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364139792016757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113364139792016757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549129.post-113363631727313546</id><published>2005-12-20T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:13:36.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with a passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/1600/nature.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1894/1935/320/nature.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many “how-to’s” in our lives make us the person who we are today. Isn’t it amazing? Get your thoughts going. One such “how-to” led me to be who I am today; not rich, not famous, but what I call is “blessed with a passion”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back and I see the little me. Yes, I’m surprised! Talent and charm what else would you want to see? But over the eons, my creative abilities do not startle me. Zeal and enthusiasm, I’m fortunate to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a successful life call for? A debatable question indeed! It stands different for every individual but, what could be held common either ways would be – LIFE, L-I-F-E! Here it is the question “how-to”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mortal believes in living a decent life for today, tomorrow “Come what may”. You and I are no different. Now comes the time to discover yourself and start a new quest, a quest for creative passion! Find it and you re-discover yourself; wouldn’t you like to have the opportunity of doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love to do what I do. Giving a new definition to every single day of my life makes it worthwhile. Began my career as a Chemistry graduate, explored the industry of Information Technology, and dedicated myself to the graphic field of Multimedia as a graphic artist with a list of activities going on the other hand like, writing small sonnets for my family and friends, writing articles, singing and composing songs for my portfolios and enjoy painting watercolors and oil on canvas and now, soon to be a “Cosmetologist”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarking a beauty career makes you a people person. What do I say? It’s straight and simple, couldn’t ask for more. It’s full of beans. Making someone smile each day is a gift cherished throughout our lives. To me, the dawn of this new odyssey is rewarding and satiating. I remain persistent to do what I love to do; never know which day of my LIFE turns remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probe your mind and see what it takes to explore your artistic abilities? We all know this interesting fact, it’s within us and it’s absolutely “FREE”! So, free your mind and the rest will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19549129-113363631727313546?l=rashmikayala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/feeds/113363631727313546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19549129&amp;postID=113363631727313546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363631727313546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19549129/posts/default/113363631727313546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashmikayala.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessed-with-passion.html' title='Blessed with a passion'/><author><name>Rashmi Kayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830251973301705515</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
