<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Renuka Asnani</title><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Renuka Asnani</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>does love die??????</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/does-love-die.html">DOES LOVE DIE?????????</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">One Question that has always been on my mind....<BR>Can Love die??????????????<BR>ofcourse the person you love or who loves u can die<BR>But does love die<BR>A couple seem so happy in love, both gal and guy love each other, but one day if he cheats on her,they break up but will the love die<BR>i mean can she really hate him....afterall wasnt he the man whom she was ready to die for<BR>I wonder....can love die<BR>how could u love someone and then hate them<BR>if u hate now.....wat was betweem them really love????........<BR>i dont know really believe in the concept of that divine real love to die for<BR>but i believe true love, doesnt mean u have to be with that person......<BR>and love is all about acceptin the person as they are , and lovin them for wat they are<BR>i see so many people after break-up to be so angry with their ex, they abuse and claim they were so foolish to have fallen for their ex<BR>or that the ex was ..........................<BR>i dunno why people do this<BR>why does a break make u hate the one u loved<BR>y do u repent for lovin them<BR>y do hate to think about the past<BR>i just dunno..............<BR>or is this hate a screen to cover ur hurt or painis it a mask that hides that u still miss ur loved one<BR>or can love really die<BR>can it become hate<BR>......i dunno<BR>do u know????????????????????????? </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:06:26 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/does-love-die.html</link></item><item><title>y do v cry at movies</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/y-do-v-cry-at-movies.html">y do v cry at movies</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">y do v cry at movies<BR>or y do v laugh at movies<BR>y do v get so involved in the movie<BR>"crying" is the thing tht involves so much of ur emotions n feelings<BR>v dont cry for small things in r life<BR>v dont even cry tht much when something bad happens 2 others<BR>but how is it ,v sit in the movie hall for jus 3 hrs n if hero dies y is it v cry<BR>i mean how???????<BR>well even 4 laughter<BR>v have so many tensions, worries, problems but once u go catch a comedy scene thats really funny u tend to laugh even when ur on tears<BR>how is it possible for the mind to change itself so quickly<BR>thats also with something so impersonal<BR>its understandable if i am crying abt something and i get a news that i topped my college its possible that i can become happy<BR>or if i am happy abt my results and that moment my bf dumps me then its possible i get sad<BR>but movies, bookshow cud somethin so unrelated make u feel so muchits confuses me.........<BR>have u ever wondered abt this???<BR>or if ur wonderin right now abt this????<BR>pls post ur comments on it plsssssss </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:06:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/y-do-v-cry-at-movies-1.html</link></item><item><title>abt me....</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/abt-renu.html">abt renu</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">ITS ME<BR><BR>As long as i continue to write so much of true bullshit on my iland, i dont think i would ever come out and tell the I am "..........."<BR>So i thought i could just be G.G <BR>So who is G.G<BR>i am jus out there, got no gr8 records to boast of, a simple mind, ofcourse pretty stupid mind too<BR>i am too much of a chatter box..i.e if i like u, else i am "hesitant to talk", thats wat someone told abt me to my mom, she thought it was the first compliement i ever got, ya she had weekly complains from teachers...ur daughter is a CHATTER BOX...<BR>i love frens, not in any other sense but seriously, i jus love being with people, i can entertain u,<BR>my post dont seem to actually entertain, when i was readin my posts, i feel so bored and sad, i pity "wat a poor gal"<BR>i realised the reason for that, the only time i blog, is when i am alone, and sad or depressed, so thats y the mood of my blog is so melancholic,i wil try to work on it...<BR>i love watchin movies,i can watch even"chang ku win' i meant chinese movies with no translation,doesnt matter if i dont understand anythini jus love movies<BR>i love loud music, thats y i like movies at theatres<BR>i love violent movies, all fightin, aliens, super cop, jackie chan, will smithhmmm<BR>i am pretty untidy, ya my room is always messed, i find it easier to get things when its like this...<BR>i like aiming big, a big dreamer, havin all those big aims, and yes i am positive i will achieve them...soon<BR>hmmm i have a crush on african dudes like willsmith types<BR>i am too crazy over enrigue,ricky martin, i love spanish,i actually did a beginners course in spanish to feel enrique songs<BR>i am ya crazyyyy<BR>i love my laptop...more than anythin actaully more than my bf<BR>i am a gizmo freak<BR>i love shooppin and i love window shoppin too<BR>i love even shoppin veggies<BR>i am too casual, once i walked out of my flight in the airport and my mom felt even embarrased to stand beside me i was so "beggarishly" dressed she often tells me, u buy so much but y r u so beggarish my nick name is "donkey" dont ask me the reason...there exist no reason...seems like i never respond to my name sis call me donkey i responded to it better she has my number stored as donkey in her mobile...poor me<BR>i love accessories..earnings, bags,.....<BR>i like watchin pogo<BR>love seafood especially crabs<BR>and now ofcourse i have become blog freak...i think thats enuf of me....got bored?? </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:02:15 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/abt-me.html</link></item><item><title>why not a girl</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-not-girl.html">WHY NOT A GIRL?</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">People pray for boys not for a girl..<BR>They desire a boy not a girl..<BR>Blessing of an elder for a boy not for a girl<BR>But..........<BR>In need of wealth they pray to Goddess Lakshmi<BR>In need of courage they go to Goddess Durga<BR>In need of education they call upon Goddess Saraswathi.<BR>Tell me now....<BR>Why do they hesitate to have a Devi in the family? </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:01:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/why-not-a-girl-1.html</link></item><item><title>my 1st and best love...</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-and-best-love.html">MY FIRST AND BEST LOVE</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">The first man to ever look into my eyes<BR>The first man who smiled at me<BR>The first man who ever held me in his arms<BR>The first man whose lap i laid on<BR>The first man who held my hand<BR>The first man who called me his "princess"<BR>The first man to kiss me on my cheek<BR>The first man to love me<BR>The first man who died for me<BR>The first man i ever knew on earth..............MY DAD<BR>THE FIRST AND BEST LOVE I EVER KNOW................. </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:00:39 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/my-1st-and-best-love.html</link></item><item><title>why women cry</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-women-cry.html">why women cry</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"<BR>"Because I'm a woman," she told him.<BR>"I don't understand," he said.<BR>His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will.<BR><BR>"Later the little boy asked his father,"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"<BR>"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.<BR><BR>The little boy grew up and became a man,<BR>Still wondering why women cry.<BR>Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone,<BR>He asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?<BR>"God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special.<BR>I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.<BR>I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.<BR>I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.<BR>I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.<BR>I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.<BR>I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.<BR>And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.<BR>This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."<BR>"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." <DIV style="CLEAR: both"></DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:59:12 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/why-women-cry-1.html</link></item><item><title>the lost self</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-self.html">THE LOST SELF</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">Each morning I wake<BR>With a smile so fake<BR>I am not myself...<BR>let lonliness to engulf<BR>my life is a sad mysery<BR>A life of tragedy<BR>With no destiny<BR><BR>I have never known joy<BR>Always been everyone's play toy<BR>My fate at play<BR>My heart is of clay<BR>Feels no hurt<BR>Alone in this desert<BR><BR>life filled with despair<BR>had never been fair<BR>After all those falls<BR>And unresponded calls<BR>years of solitude<BR>i changed my attitude<BR><BR>now i dont mind<BR>if ur harsh or kind<BR>i dont need u to care<BR>or for my sorrows to share<BR>cos i ve killed my feelings<BR>dont need any healings<BR><BR>cos i am no more<BR>lost myself<BR>living life...being not me...not anyone..<BR>just noone </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:59:06 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/the-lost-self-1.html</link></item><item><title>love vs marriage</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/lov-vs-marriage.html">lov vs marriage!</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">Love is holding hands in the street.<BR>Marriage is holding arguments in the street.<BR><BR>Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant.<BR>Marriage is a take home packet.<BR><BR>Love is cuddling on a sofa.<BR>Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.<BR><BR>Love is talking about having children.<BR>Marriage is talking about getting away from children.<BR><BR>Love is going to bed early.<BR>Marriage is going to sleep early.<BR><BR>Love is a romantic drive.<BR>Marriage is arrive on tops curvy tarmac.<BR><BR>Love is losing your appetite.<BR>Marriage is losing your figure.<BR><BR>Love is sweet nothing in the ear.<BR>Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.<BR><BR>Tv has no place in love.<BR>Marriage is a fight for remote control.<BR><BR>Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.<BR>Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough!"<BR><BR>Conclusion: "Love is blind , Marriage is an eye opener!" <DIV style="CLEAR: both"></DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:58:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/love-vs-marriage-1.html</link></item><item><title>gone are the days</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/gone-are-days.html">Gone are the days!!!</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">Gone are the days!!!<BR><BR>WhenThe school reopened in June,<BR>And we settled in our new desks and benches!<BR><BR>When we queued up in book depot,<BR>And got our new books and notes!<BR><BR>When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,<BR>yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.<BR>We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and<BR>Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!<BR><BR>When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to<BR>Color pencils and finally sketch pens!<BR><BR>When we started calculating<BR>first with tables and then with<BR>Clarke ' s tables and advanced to Calculators and computers!<BR><BR>When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,<BR>and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat!<BR><BR>When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds,<BR>under the trees and even in cycle sheds!<BR><BR>When all the colors in the world,<BR>Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!<BR><BR>When a single P.T. period in the week ' s Time Table,<BR>Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!<BR><BR>When few played"kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,<BR>While others simply played"book cricket" in the Confines of classroom!<BR><BR>Of fights but no conspiracies,<BR>Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!<BR><BR>When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,<BR>In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!<BR><BR>When few rushed at 3:45 to"Conquer" window seats in our School bus!<BR>While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint","kulfi", " milk ice !<BR>" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>Of Sports Day,<BR>and the annual School Day ,<BR>And the one-month long preparations for them.<BR>Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,<BR>Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most<BR>enjoyed holidays after them!<BR><BR>Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when<BR>We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!<BR><BR>We learnt,<BR>We enjoyed,<BR>We played,<BR>We won,<BR>We lost,<BR>We laughed,<BR>We cried,<BR>We fought,<BR>We thought.<BR><BR>With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>When we usedto talk for hours with our friends!<BR>Now we don ' t have time to say a `Hi ' !<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>When we played games on the road!<BR>Now we Code on the road with laptop!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>When we saw stars Shining at Night!<BR>Now we see stars when our code doesn ' tWork!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!<BR>Now we chat in chat rooms.....!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>Where westudied just to pass!<BR>Now we study to save our job!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!<BR>Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>Where we shouted on the road!<BR>Now we don ' t shout even at home!<BR><BR>Gone are the days<BR>Where we got lectures from all!<BR>Now we give lectures to all... like the one I ' m doing now....!!<BR><BR>Gone are the days But not the memories, which will beLingering in our hearts for ever and ever andEver and ever and ever .....<BR><BR>Gone are the Days..<BR>But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!<BR>NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS..... </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:57:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/gone-are-the-days-1.html</link></item><item><title>females &amp; bear....</title><description><![CDATA[<H3 class="post-title entry-title"><A href="http://renukaasnani.blogspot.com/2007/04/females-and-beer.html">females and beer</A> </H3><DIV class=post-header-line-1></DIV><DIV class="post-body entry-content">Female hormones in beer<BR><BR>Tests revealed the presence of female hormones in beer.<BR>Men should take a serious look at their beer consumption.<BR>Their theory is that beer contains female hormones and<BR>that, by drinking enough beer, men turn into women.To<BR>test the theory, 100 men were given 8 pints of beer each<BR>to consume within a one hour period.<BR>It was then observed that 100% of the test subjects...<BR><BR>&gt; 1) Gained weight,<BR>&gt; 2) Talked excessively without making sense,<BR>&gt; 3) Became overly emotional,<BR>&gt; 4) Couldn't drive,<BR>&gt; 5) Failed to think rationally,<BR>&gt; 6) Argued over nothing,<BR>&gt; 7) Refused to apologize when obviously wrong.<BR><BR>No further testing was considered necessary!!!!! </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:56:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://renuka1970.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/10/females-bear.html</link></item></channel></rss>