<?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-1174697558036124742</id><updated>2011-12-20T10:22:53.478-08:00</updated><category term='waiting'/><category term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Misty Lilac</title><subtitle type='html'>the fragrance of love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ദിയ , തൃശ്ശിവപേരൂര്‍</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bELdPLlrTWo/TujL0zQFb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iYraM_GZ3-w/s220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174697558036124742.post-122086942120401529</id><published>2009-08-19T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:12:45.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST TREKKING EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cahis%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was one year back. Actually I’d a plan for a backpack trip. As a beginner, its a great risk to travel alone, especially to wild areas. At last I got a chance. From office we arranged one trip to Wayanad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was really excited about the trip .. huge backpack on my back…wearing trekking outfit…. was dreaming a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This dream may be the outcome of my keen inner desire. Quest for travel follows my dreams too. I love to travel….but not alone. Its not because of the fear of safety…just imagine, if we are sharing our pleasure with loving someone (don’t limit this to lover or life partner. Think wide) sure the result will be double. But our companion should carry the same spirit. Otherwise journey will be a nightmare.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok…coming back to the story.  After visiting many places, we reached at Edakkal cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually I was little bit tired of long bus journey. I didn’t have much expectation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we started trekking without any safety measures. When I was 7 years old I went to Sabarimala. This was the only experience I’d. But it was easy as walking in street. I didn’t feel that I did something adventurous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within 1-2 kms so many girls left the plan. They sat beside and took rest. This made me more confident.  In middle climbing became tough. I tied my sandals with my chunni and hung it around my neck. All my team were encouraging me.. because I was the only girl in that team. It was not that easy job. Believe me…its not self boasting. Anyway we reached on top….coming down was difficult than climbing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was so excited…may be because of first experience. It was an overwhelming experience. I’m making blueprint for more adventurous trips…I don’t know when it will happen. But sure it will happen.&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/1174697558036124742-122086942120401529?l=diyafrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/feeds/122086942120401529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1174697558036124742&amp;postID=122086942120401529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/122086942120401529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/122086942120401529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-trekking-experience.html' title='MY FIRST TREKKING EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>ദിയ , തൃശ്ശിവപേരൂര്‍</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bELdPLlrTWo/TujL0zQFb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iYraM_GZ3-w/s220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174697558036124742.post-4237983524689619184</id><published>2009-08-18T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:15:32.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>AN ACCIDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cahis%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="country-region" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh My God! How cursed day it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the great country of impartiality…especially Kerala the Gods own country..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the roads and public places equally deserved for people and animals…no any discrimination! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you imagine in any other country it will happen?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;I and my friend were on bike. Just two meter ahead a group of buffalos …! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;we reached 3-4 feet behind….suddenly it happened! The most fateful day of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the buffalo fought with another. Suddenly it turned towards our bike…I could see this much.. I fell backward… and became unconscious….even in the vague memory I could hear my friend’s screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Any way, I appreciate one thing. Humanity didn’t loose at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some kindhearted people came through, and they took us to hospital…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I forget pierced hand of my friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;I won’t blame the animal…its quite normal they have the right to resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m so patriotic …but feeling so sad to be an Indian in some extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;We celebrate our 62 years of independence ….but when we look back …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could we be proud in our success? Still leaving many questions….remains as questions….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who did mistake here? We? … poor animal? or our rules?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know….but still my wound didn’t heal…. &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/1174697558036124742-4237983524689619184?l=diyafrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/feeds/4237983524689619184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1174697558036124742&amp;postID=4237983524689619184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/4237983524689619184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/4237983524689619184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/2009/08/accident.html' title='AN ACCIDENT'/><author><name>ദിയ , തൃശ്ശിവപേരൂര്‍</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bELdPLlrTWo/TujL0zQFb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iYraM_GZ3-w/s220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174697558036124742.post-5216214143496513929</id><published>2009-08-06T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:16:24.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m totally confused…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look through the window of mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could see fading days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darkness will come within no time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its too late to decide…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still sparks of hope shining inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could he come before dusk …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could I see him before the darkness hiding my eyes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like screaming to world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m here…awaiting ….only for him&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/1174697558036124742-5216214143496513929?l=diyafrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5216214143496513929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1174697558036124742&amp;postID=5216214143496513929' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/5216214143496513929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/5216214143496513929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused.html' title='CONFUSED'/><author><name>ദിയ , തൃശ്ശിവപേരൂര്‍</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bELdPLlrTWo/TujL0zQFb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iYraM_GZ3-w/s220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174697558036124742.post-168603739823621573</id><published>2008-09-22T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:19:56.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE ARE YOU????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Searching never ends….&lt;br /&gt;Could I walk through the hanging bridges of memories???&lt;br /&gt;Could I remember the word I lost somewhere??&lt;br /&gt;Give back my memories…my beloved…&lt;br /&gt;Give back my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I lost my way….&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me??? Did we meet somewhere??&lt;br /&gt;Take that moment….call me back to that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like to live in that day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look…rain ends now….&lt;br /&gt;Trees started raining ….&lt;br /&gt;I remember the promise…&lt;br /&gt;Now you come with me in the rain…&lt;br /&gt;Sit for a while in the shadow of our ‘Gulmohar’&lt;br /&gt;I could see the stars now.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think about a starry rainy night???&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call me foolish again…believe me …&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are not away from truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on my closed eyes….&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me awake from my deep sleep…&lt;br /&gt;But kiss me on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me alone ….&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me till I wake up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1174697558036124742-168603739823621573?l=diyafrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/feeds/168603739823621573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1174697558036124742&amp;postID=168603739823621573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/168603739823621573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174697558036124742/posts/default/168603739823621573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyafrank.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-are-you.html' title='WHERE ARE YOU????'/><author><name>ദിയ , തൃശ്ശിവപേരൂര്‍</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bELdPLlrTWo/TujL0zQFb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iYraM_GZ3-w/s220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
