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                    <title>TIGblogs - Ganga Rudraiah's TIGBlog</title> 
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                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>LOSING GRIP</title> 
                    <link>http://gangarudraiah.tigblog.org/post/243383</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Reporting from earth:<br />
Sights and sounds seem estranged.<br />
Everybody knows there's an alien midst them.<br />
My stay here is a carefully plotted story.<br />
I've come to measure the gross "national" happiness.<br />
I hate words that make us ...<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 23:41:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>HAPPINESS</title> 
                    <link>http://gangarudraiah.tigblog.org/post/243381</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Miniscule or mammoth sized packages, happiness meets you for sure.I'm beginning to realise and unrealise the the locii of control lies within us. I'm reminded of what i had written 4 years back. Here it goes, a school girl's riot in the head-<br />
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Blue butterflies sewing my heart,<br />
dismissing thoughts and dots.<br />
Abstract elements lie about<br />
knitted together warm,shelling out love.<br />
Never willing to bid goodbye to me.<br />
I'm all a fresh pink bud now--<br />
upto something.<br />
Singing my anthem loud,<br />
Inking myself with memories, would you dear life..<br />
paint me something?<br />
Pretty colours smiling,stop me from blotting.<br />
Roll over to my side,I will tell you my story.<br />
Many lessons<br />
Many songs<br />
Many lapses<br />
Enough to lay me strong.<br />
Me and my giving room and air between us...<br />
Life, can i see you through?<br />
to commence the curtain-raising event,<br />
me peeping out of my cradle!!!<br />
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Its so amazing and scary to know that we all do know on what is to become of us ..we can sense things very early ..very vaguely...and hence easy forgetting..]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 23:38:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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