<?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-4025121996676417447</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025121996676417447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vidya Bhutkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372192924476818563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N031O3LJLM4/Rm8yhWgEbWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zbZp0xBlaM/s320/IMG_0920.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025121996676417447.post-7024929262225778648</id><published>2007-06-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:45:08.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched the movie few months back, "The Pursuit of Happyness". At the beginning the main attraction for me was Will Smith and the title itself. :-) But when I came back, I had that movie all over my mind. I have cried watching hindi movies but hardly any of them made me think even after 3 days. The movie was wonderful, Will Smith was as usual handsome and his son is cute. His expressions, his feelings especially at the end are so real and perfect that I fell in love with him again. :-)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Don't let anybody tell you you can't do something. Even me," Chris commands his son, in one of the screenplay's rousing speeches, which shamelessly tug the heartstrings. "You gotta dream, you gotta protect it... You want something? Go get it. Period."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times do we dream and how many times do we pursue our dreams to come true? Is there any limit as how long we can fight to get the things that we want ? I think I havent tried and tested my limits yet. Or may be I wasnt too strong to follow the rough path. Sometimes I think things came easy to me. Yes, there were rough patches and hard times, but then again it was just the stupid mistakes I had made. There wasn't any dream or a path to run for. It was just passing the days as they come. Its been almost 6 months seeing the movie and I still do not have that 'One dearm' I always want to dream. Let me see if I ever come across it....I'll let you know. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Vidya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025121996676417447-7024929262225778648?l=vids-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7024929262225778648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4025121996676417447&amp;postID=7024929262225778648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025121996676417447/posts/default/7024929262225778648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025121996676417447/posts/default/7024929262225778648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Vidya Bhutkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372192924476818563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N031O3LJLM4/Rm8yhWgEbWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zbZp0xBlaM/s320/IMG_0920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4025121996676417447.post-8033831179224301235</id><published>2007-02-09T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:05:01.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes I am awfully low tonight ! And in addition to that I was watching the movie 'My Best Friends Wedding' . :-(( Even though I was watching the movie 3rd time, I was crying when the 'best friends' go on a boat ride and this song comes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;br /&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're lovely,&lt;br /&gt;with your smile so warm&lt;br /&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for me&lt;br /&gt;but to love you,&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my fear apart...&lt;br /&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;br /&gt;It touches my foolish heart.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely ... Never, ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that breathless charm.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you ...&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look to-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vidya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4025121996676417447-8033831179224301235?l=vids-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8033831179224301235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4025121996676417447&amp;postID=8033831179224301235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025121996676417447/posts/default/8033831179224301235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4025121996676417447/posts/default/8033831179224301235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vids-expressions.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-you-look-tonight.html' title='THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT'/><author><name>Vidya Bhutkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372192924476818563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N031O3LJLM4/Rm8yhWgEbWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zbZp0xBlaM/s320/IMG_0920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
