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	<link>http://anubhavaid.com</link>
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		<title>The Unattainable&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hai dil ko teri aarzoo
Par main tujhe naa paa sakoon
Hai dil ko teri justjoo
Par main tujhe naa paa sakoon
Main hoon shab tuu subah
Dono jud ke judaa
Main hoon lab tuu dua
Dono jud ke judaa
Saajnaa&#8230; Mahiyaa&#8230; SaajnaVe
Kaee khwaab dil tujhko lekar sajaaye
Par khauff yeh bhi kahiin par sataaye
Gar ye bhi toote toh phir hoga kya re
Mujhe raas [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/06/the-unattainable/</link>
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		<title>Momentary Existence&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is a smile on my face yet the twinkle missing from the eye. The walk there&#8230;..but the spring amiss. With so much at hand&#8230;.yet empty handed. So much happiness around&#8230;.but just a fleeting glimpse of it for me. I am no doubt luckier than a lot others&#8230;yet luck just manages to give the slip [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/06/momentary-existence/</link>
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		<title>A Problem at Hand&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a problem, which I now classify as a disorder. A disorder which does make me feel weird to myself. The problem at hand is that I remember too much. Memories dating from years and years on, of moments ranging from junior year of school to college and then now. I remember places, times, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/05/a-problem-at-hand/</link>
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		<title>Each Passing Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With each passing year a new number is added. With each passing year situations/instances may change, but the emotions remain unchanged. With each passing year the words are more or less the same. With each passing year I add another number and write a post here&#8230;.to wish my space A HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCRIBBLINGS!!!!
It&#8217;s been 6 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/05/each-passing-year/</link>
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		<title>All About Change and Memories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Changes and only changes&#8230;that is what life is all about. Good or bad is testified by time. The moments at time make you happy and then there are times when they leave us sad. Change is the only constant and the ball keeps rolling with every roll creating a new mark and leaving an imprint [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/04/all-about-change-and-memories/</link>
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		<title>Smiling&#8230;:)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A sound brought to the ear drums can cause a flurry of activity&#8230;.it can cause a few muscles to exercise and stretch into something and spread the infectious effect onto others. Crazy as it may sound, a few words and now am all smiles and passing it onto everyone in sight.
It&#8217;s been long since I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/04/i-am-upto-something/</link>
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		<title>Whatever happened to day off?!?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Is it me or the world refuses to understand the word HOLIDAY?!?!? There have been many a times when I&#8217;ve been called a workaholic. I enjoy my work, though it&#8217;s somewhat off late on a downward curve. But then again not to digress from the main point, there are times when workaholics need a break [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-to-day-off/</link>
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		<title>Unforget&#8217;Full&#8217; Moon Night&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is one full moon night which would be difficult to forget&#8230;a special moment captured and lost at the same time. Check it out here.
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		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/02/unforgetfull-moon-night/</link>
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		<title>Why?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I wonder if this is God&#8217;s way of testing my patience or just my karma&#8230;.the things I want to go away from keep coming back to me&#8230;. not once, not twice byt always. Why can&#8217;t these things stop happening? Why do things have to keep coming back? Why can&#8217;t this whole cycle stop repeating [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2010/02/why/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a sucker for “good old days.” My school days, college days or even the days of my initially starting work (yup, its not the same anymore). It’s raining here&#8230;though the weather is gloomy I feel nostalgic and am smiling, reminiscing how we used to sit in class struggling with math and concepts of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://anubhavaid.com/2009/12/77/</link>
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