<?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-11591326</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:55:02.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Life Crisis</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I have Been Before Is a Blur of Memories, 
Where I am heading to are uncharted Territories !    
Where I am now is what I am trying to Decipher...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saurabh Kukreti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747065715932972398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFB81PWcRKc/TdUkDSE-2eI/AAAAAAAAGFc/dvSrRl_FWBw/s220/Sample.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591326.post-3999481370953054861</id><published>2010-01-10T05:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:20:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking... a bit too much i suppose. How life changes. For some it takes an instant for others it takes a lifetime, but changes is inevitable and thus life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hold of some sand in your hands, and clench your fists. What goes away are the moments that were not yours, what remains are what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my 2009 hoping for a new beginning, free of the backstabbers,the naysayers, the ones that made me retch up and puke out the last remnants of the undigested bits of food that I so dolefully gulped while stabbing away on the console of my PS3. The last bite of cheese pizza being washed down with the frothy coca-cola. I was afraid of what I was turning into, a couch potato content with his plate of food and the daily dose of games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a winter that I had never experienced before nor have i experienced since. Where the whole landscape of adorned with a sheet of snow and like everything else all starts with a tiny snowflake which came wafting down from the heavens above and landed on my nose. It was the night before Christmas and I was in the driveway of my apartment complex checking under the hood of my Camry. The forecast was of the weather closing in about 1 am in the night and I wanted to be super careful about my car. After all in times of extreme weather conditions a car can be a man's best friend as well as the worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Target mall next door got some hot cocoa to sip on and a bag of chips and all the while it snowed. The road glistened with the fresh snow and I could feel the old AC of my car dying as the windshield got covered in a thin layer of mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's window had a view which looked over York Avenue and with a school being adjacent to where I lived, it gave me a direct line of sight till a few miles. As the wintry evening turned into a cold night I could see the lamp posts as a warm reminder of the season I was in.&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas and no matter how cold it may be its the warmth of our heart which gives us company to fight the chill around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed for closed to two hours that night, enough to have multiple layers of solid ice on every object around us, Man made or otherwise. The temperature dipped well below 0 C and went on to hover close to the -20 c mark. Like I said it was a winter like none I had witnessed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stayed that way for well over 2 months which also was the lowest ebb of my life.&lt;br /&gt;No sunlight for days, icy conditions, blizzards in the night followed by slippery roads and bone chilling cold in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one phone call later on Feb 15 2009, I could see a blade of grass reaching out through the crystallized snow. I could smell the soil as spring beckoned me to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a long way to go but I had started my journey with a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;I was not afraid any more.&lt;br /&gt;&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/11591326-3999481370953054861?l=midli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midli.blogspot.com/feeds/3999481370953054861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591326&amp;postID=3999481370953054861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591326/posts/default/3999481370953054861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591326/posts/default/3999481370953054861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midli.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-hope.html' title='A New Hope'/><author><name>Saurabh Kukreti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747065715932972398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFB81PWcRKc/TdUkDSE-2eI/AAAAAAAAGFc/dvSrRl_FWBw/s220/Sample.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
