<?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-2597996331714028606</id><updated>2011-09-16T06:26:36.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-737163693498094376</id><published>2008-09-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:20:22.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Bird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SLwGacRMMbI/AAAAAAAAACE/T--qegDG1w4/s1600-h/IMG_9366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SLwGacRMMbI/AAAAAAAAACE/T--qegDG1w4/s320/IMG_9366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071117687075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky the birds are, to be truly free, soaring for the brightness of the sun with no binds or restrictions. While we, although being free are bound so much by responsibility, that we tend to clip our own wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wouldn't someone do to just fit in and to finally belong? Sell their soul...? Well... I think so. Otherwise in the whole process of trying to fit in, they would end up losing their individuality, their own identity. But can you really blame them? Nope. After all its one of the things, the soul yearns the most. But what really annoys me is that the world is full of such people, who try to find their place, and not make it. Who follow and never Question. And most often, it is these people that mark out the rare fistful who fight to uphold their identity and keep their free will. The "Follower" turned "Leaders" would love to force someone into getting their deeds done. If the person disagrees they turn towards emotional blackmail, if that doesn't work either... it turns into an entire web of tales and stories in the end of which its the Person (Who stands up to a "Follower" turned "Leader") who ends up looking like the Villian Freak with something completely wrong with him/her, because he/she retained the courage to stand up for what he/she believed in. According to me, this is how the born-leaders are given the image at times of being the Villian because, no matter what the circumstance, their difference and talent shines out without anybody's support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Ages have disappeared, the walls have closed in. In today's world, Valor lies broken while Virtue remains tangled in her own webs of morals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-737163693498094376?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/737163693498094376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=737163693498094376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/737163693498094376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/737163693498094376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lucky-bird.html' title='Lucky Bird...'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SLwGacRMMbI/AAAAAAAAACE/T--qegDG1w4/s72-c/IMG_9366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-3430681766938698247</id><published>2008-06-04T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:45:27.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARDUST ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SEgg8SRFOoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YXGfH5CDte4/s1600-h/Stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SEgg8SRFOoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YXGfH5CDte4/s320/Stardust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208449189121702530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most best Movies I have ever seen. The perfect fairy tale with the perfect ending. Perfect endings are so hard to come across for an end to story signifies a beginning of a new adventure. Endings always signify a Beginning but that concept will be the object of another days rant. Anyways...this one had the perfect happy ending. At least for the lead characters. Point being i loved it. I love fairy tales and happy endings. Its probably because they are so unreal and one can only wish for something so perfect. But then again... who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-3430681766938698247?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3430681766938698247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=3430681766938698247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3430681766938698247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3430681766938698247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/06/stardust-rocks.html' title='STARDUST ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76E4a2s2N_s/SEgg8SRFOoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YXGfH5CDte4/s72-c/Stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-8687531300425029306</id><published>2008-04-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:15:39.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!!!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY... I have managed to come over my writers block and finished thinking up my first Novel. I would probably never be able to do it without the support from Sumi and Bhabhi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the tough part... writing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-8687531300425029306?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8687531300425029306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=8687531300425029306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/8687531300425029306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/8687531300425029306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/04/success.html' title='Success!!!!'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-5324994753662351055</id><published>2008-03-31T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:45:11.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I don’t understand…</title><content type='html'>One of my major beliefs is that every human being is equal. Caste, backgrounds and other differences are mostly created too by humans… If God really did create man then why the differences of levels in society or the ill treatment some people get due to being born to a bad background. A criminal maybe a criminal but that doesn’t mean that his child is destined to be a criminal too… but then why is the child always punished for the sins of the parent? Why are people often judged by the amount of wealth they have? People would consider a rich kid to be spoilt even before befriending him/her. It’s obviously not the kid’s fault that he/she was born into a rich family. Why don’t people often practice what they preach? There are some people I know that hold a high set of norms and morals when it comes to judging others but never have I seen them once practice those norms and morals while their kids were involved. Why just accept that a handicapped person cannot really do anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if there were true equality between people, true peace in their thoughts, the world would be a far better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-5324994753662351055?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5324994753662351055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=5324994753662351055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/5324994753662351055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/5324994753662351055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-i-dont-understand.html' title='Something I don’t understand…'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-2939898864851339895</id><published>2008-03-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:20:27.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamland Blues… ?!?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is at a stand still, some times it becomes a little too organized and a little too predictable. These are the times, it could use a little bit of adventure and excitement. Funny though because it is more than often that I feel that people nowadays are too busy to even think about adventure and excitement… the thrill of the unknown. They are sometimes too tied up and busy or are so bound by fear and responsibility that they pass their lives without unleashing their true potential. Although wanting to break free of all their worries, they refuse to which is what I guess leads to Dreamland Blues… which is daydreaming about something you can’t really have or do in reality. It leads to a brief movement of satisfaction but I feel it makes one crave their dreams even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I have been seriously wishing for an adventure and hopefully I’ll find mine soon enough. :) . I know I will, Because I know that sometimes… to achieve what you want the most, you need to push the limits and sometimes even make possible the impossible. That’s the attitude I currently hold and will try my best to always follow. I know that I for one will push beyond any boundary if required if it means I’ll achieve my dreams. Because in the end… its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-2939898864851339895?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2939898864851339895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=2939898864851339895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/2939898864851339895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/2939898864851339895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreamland-blues.html' title='Dreamland Blues… ?!?'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-7391494065463938706</id><published>2008-02-28T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:59:42.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand... A Short Story</title><content type='html'>A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared for his daughter, so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-7391494065463938706?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7391494065463938706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=7391494065463938706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/7391494065463938706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/7391494065463938706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hold-my-hand-short-story.html' title='Hold My Hand... A Short Story'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-3094783366628600831</id><published>2008-02-28T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:57:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge is Everything..... A Short Story</title><content type='html'>Knowledge is Everything..... A Short Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young&lt;br /&gt;He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars."What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sent a bill that read: -&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer....................... $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap......................... $ 9,998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story : -Effort is important but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-3094783366628600831?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3094783366628600831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=3094783366628600831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3094783366628600831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3094783366628600831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/knowledge-is-everything-short-story.html' title='Knowledge is Everything..... A Short Story'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-501924213630433229</id><published>2008-02-20T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:41:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golconda Fort!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to Golconda Fort on a shoot. I realized that it is one place that just doesn't ever stop amazing me. Constructed so well and SO long ago. If those walls could speak... the stories they could tell... I kept thinking &lt;em&gt;Minas Tirith of Gondor - Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; while seeing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-501924213630433229?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/501924213630433229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=501924213630433229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/501924213630433229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/501924213630433229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/golconda-fort.html' title='Golconda Fort!'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-1217315200973535591</id><published>2008-02-20T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:27:33.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!!!!</title><content type='html'>Got the inspiration to construct some places in my story from Golconda Fort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-1217315200973535591?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1217315200973535591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=1217315200973535591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1217315200973535591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1217315200973535591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/eureka.html' title='Eureka!!!!'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-3096442110340113965</id><published>2008-02-16T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:01:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin Yang theory... true or false?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This Symbol (Yin-Yang) represents the ancient Chinese understanding of how things work. The outer circle represents "everything", while the black and white shapes within the circle represent the interaction of two energies, called "yin" (black) and "yang" (white), which cause everything to happen. They are not completely black or white, just as things in life are not completely black or white, and they cannot exist without each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can totally relate this symbol to Men and Women. Men most of the times claim to be the stronger sex where as Women claim that they are superior to Men while quite a few think they are equal. People need to understand that Men and Women each have their own strengths and weaknesses. What maybe a Man's weakness could be a Woman's strength and vice versa. Men are physically stronger. By nature, they are usually more aggressive and externally oriented. In contrast, a woman usually embodies the ideal of inner dignity. Some people confuse such subtlety with weakness; in truth, it is stronger than the most aggressive physical force imaginable. True human dignity does not shout; it is a strong, steady voice that speaks from within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rambling today about this topic because I had an interesting conversation (more like debate actually) with a colleague, yesterday. I can't understand why some people keep calling their opposite sex the weaker sex. Don't know why they don't understand that its like Men and Women are the two sides of one coin. Like the Yin Yang symbol shows, each needs the other to cast the perfect balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-3096442110340113965?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3096442110340113965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=3096442110340113965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3096442110340113965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/3096442110340113965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/yin-yang-theory-true-or-false.html' title='Yin Yang theory... true or false?'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-1126967365511453740</id><published>2008-02-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:33:09.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a story I found online not so long ago online. Although I don't remember the source of the Story, it has always been one of my favorites. The Moral is pretty clear if you look hard enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The North Star and the South Star were princes a long time ago. The North Star was the elder of the two brothers, and least likely to get into mischief. When the King died, North Star became the next King. His younger brother was thrown to the side, made to feel as though he was the bottom rung on the ladder. Left alone he began to steal, rob, and kidnap anyone or anything he could to survive or get money. In a way he was the first thief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the South Star, the Thief, got sick of the small amount of money he obtained, and decided to pay his brother back for ignoring him after becoming King. So, one night he snuck into the castle and stole the King’s bride-to-be. Kidnapped her from the castle and took her away through the forest, out across the seas, to a small island. He decided he would keep her there until his brother gave him what he wanted: respect by the court as royalty, and gold, a lot of gold. So he sent word and waited. But then something unexpected happened. He fell in love with the bride-to-be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He fell in love with her, so deeply that he decided he wouldn’t, couldn’t, give her back to the king, Even if his brother tried to pay the ransom. He couldn’t release her.&lt;br /&gt;When the King found this out he got angry. He tore apart the land and sea looking for his younger brother before he finally found him on the island. Angry, he attacked his brother. Thief and King fought along the island for days, never giving in to each other. Then, after days of fighting, the King got the upper hand. Just as he was about the finish his brother with a final blow, the bride came in between them, taking the mortal blade intended for the thief. She’d fallen in love with him too. She died there, in the Thief’s arms. And as she did the King told the Thief what he knew to be true…it was his fault, her death was on the Thief’s hands, if he hadn’t fallen in love with her, and just given her back to the King, she would not have been dead. The King banished him to the far reaches of the land, never to be recognized as anything more than a thief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People call the South Star the Pirate Star, because whereas a good sailor will follow the North Star home to England, a bad sailor, a pirate, will turn away from the good, turn away from the King, and follow a different star, like the South Star did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe this is the reason that people sometimes try to restrain themselves from giving love a fair chance. Or else it could be because they know the pain true love leads to... and everyone knows as the saying goes..."Love Hurts".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in the end... some people feel that the pain is worth it, that they wouldn't mind suffering an eternity of pain to see a smile on their True loves' face. A moment of true happiness in their eyes would be worth anything. Maybe some people are right... somethings are worth waiting for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-1126967365511453740?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1126967365511453740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=1126967365511453740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1126967365511453740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1126967365511453740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/pirate-tale.html' title='Pirate Tale...'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-6462056670328625786</id><published>2008-02-13T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:16:25.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never expect anything from someone...</title><content type='html'>"Never Expect Anything from Anyone." This sentence is TRUE beyond any measure, because when you don't expect something from someone, there is hardly any chance of you getting disappointed at not getting what you expected. It isn't even right to expect something... what someone does is their own free will. This is indeed a valuable lesson of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-6462056670328625786?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6462056670328625786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=6462056670328625786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/6462056670328625786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/6462056670328625786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-expect-anything-from-someone.html' title='Never expect anything from someone...'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-4113859615814461560</id><published>2008-02-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:14:06.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the Surface...</title><content type='html'>According to me, one must always know someone before judging them. In today's world, people tend to be prejudiced and judge situations or other people for that matter before actually knowing them. Something they always seem to forget is that what appears above the surface doesn't necessarily have to be what lies beneath the surface. A Man/Woman could appear to have everything in life... they might appear to as happy as ever... but that doesn't mean that they are, because looks can be decieving. What can be seen is sometimes not what it is. For a situation lets think about a picture where an adult is trying to snatch away candy from a child. In this picture everyone assumes that the adult is trying to snatch away the candy from the child, but who knows it could be the child stealing candy from the adult? It could be both the ways... but then why do people think in one way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another situation would be of a person who seems untouched by the cruelty of the world outside. But who knows, a harsh blow from the world must have been what made him/her understand the world and led him/her into being the person that he/she is today. One can always learn a lot from failure and but very little from success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-4113859615814461560?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4113859615814461560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=4113859615814461560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/4113859615814461560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/4113859615814461560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/beneath-surface.html' title='Beneath the Surface...'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597996331714028606.post-1416788295275022230</id><published>2008-02-12T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:34:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the surface... part 2</title><content type='html'>*** In the picture I mentioned earlier [Beaneath the surface...] ... the one of the adult, child and candy. The situation in the picture is that both the Adult and the Child look angry and both have their hands on the candy packet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597996331714028606-1416788295275022230?l=rinareddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1416788295275022230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597996331714028606&amp;postID=1416788295275022230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1416788295275022230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597996331714028606/posts/default/1416788295275022230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rinareddy.blogspot.com/2008/02/beneath-surface-part-2.html' title='Beneath the surface... part 2'/><author><name>Scarlet Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17464646224742141428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
