<?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-2631939634418265831</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:07.289-07:00</updated><category term='MUM'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Father'/><category term='Iowa City'/><category term='Miss'/><category term='Dashain Program'/><category term='How to keep you love alive in case of distance...'/><category term='Tika'/><category term='My fren is back with gift from home...'/><category term='Letter meaning for PRADIP and RUNA'/><category term='Infatuation'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Pradip's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-1786662929660880400</id><published>2008-03-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:48:19.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>I Love you Dad ... I miss you so much ...</title><content type='html'>Today i visited Sajha which remind me of some Punte Damai's Dad's love which is similar to mine and lots of other's Dad's love ... so i want to share that with you all my friend ... i too love my dad ... if anyone ask me of who is ur best person then i will say "My Dad" ... I love you dad ... and am missing you so much ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post goes like this:                            &lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;         &lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for paying 1/4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of your income for my elementary school fee when you had a wife and 3 more kids to feed, educate and shelter. I don’t know how you did it? I guess I was too young to know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for buying us new clothes for Dashain and wearing that same polo shirt you had been wearing for a couple of years. I still remember how you looked that Dashain. I guess I was too busy to show the new dress to my friends and relatives that I never asked you if you liked to wear that faded shirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for bringing that used HERO bicycle that I had wished for my 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. I guess I was in such a hurry to ride on it, that I didn’t even bother to ask you how many hours of overtime you had to work to pay for it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for not leaving me alone for a single moment for a whole week when I was admitted to the hospital to cure my typhoid. Did anyone ask you if you were ever tired/sleepless? I didn’t.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for not traveling to see your sick dad so that you could save up the expenses for that first TV we wanted in our living room . Did you get to see your dad in his final days? I guess not, you were too broke to even call him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for smiling and hugging me when I said, “I hate you” for not buying me an 80 cc bajaj scooter when all of my friends were riding on Hero Honda Splendor. Were you really smiling? I guess not. Then tell me why did you go to your room and sob? I saw you dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for sending me off to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kathmandu&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; for my intermediate studies, when I could’ve joined &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tribhuvan&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with fewer expenses. Do you have enough funds on your pension &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/openThread.cfm?forum=283&amp;amp;threadid=54215#"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; account now? I guess I wouldn’t know unless you tell me dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for not letting us know about your everlasting back pain so that you didn’t have to go to the doctor. Does it still hurt? I guess so, because the only time I know you went to the hospital was when I was admitted for typhoid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for those tears you shed when you found out I passed my intermediate exam in first division. Are you still proud of me? I guess all parents are proud of their kids.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Thank you for sending me abroad for my higher education even though I knew you couldn’t afford it. Did you pay off your debt yet? I guess not. You are retired and you don’t have any pension fund left for your so called golden (?) days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Finally, thank you for &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;thanking&lt;/span&gt; me for my achievement. Let me ask you dad, do you think it’s worth devoting your past, present and future for your kids? I guess I won’t know unless I have my own kid(s). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-1786662929660880400?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/1786662929660880400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=1786662929660880400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1786662929660880400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1786662929660880400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-visited-sajha-which-remind-me.html' title='I Love you Dad ... I miss you so much ...'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-7089904358141019616</id><published>2008-03-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:36:37.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R-u-ys6_i7I/AAAAAAAADmk/J6mIQhW-g6w/s1600-h/MumLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R-u-ys6_i7I/AAAAAAAADmk/J6mIQhW-g6w/s400/MumLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182445574481218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through our common blog named Sajha where i found some thing about Mum's Love .... i can't say anything how much i am missing my mum ... going through it ... i can't stop publishing it here ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-7089904358141019616?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/7089904358141019616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=7089904358141019616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7089904358141019616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7089904358141019616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-went-through-our-common-blog-named.html' title=''/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R-u-ys6_i7I/AAAAAAAADmk/J6mIQhW-g6w/s72-c/MumLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-7973217078932169298</id><published>2008-03-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:08:11.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love vs. Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey friends one of my friend was in confusion, something was going on his mind so i started searching about Love and Infatuation and went through a link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-439.html"&gt;http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-439.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i got a conclusion of the thing going on him, and it was love, and am happy to find that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of the about link goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love vs. Infatuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What is the elusive thing called "Love" that everyone so desperately needs? Sometimes, we sort of like this girl because she is beautiful? Or the girl likes him because he is handsome? But this kind of "Cinderella Syndrome" when the girl is waiting on her Prince Charming is not real&lt;span class="lx-link-style2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 102, 0); color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love. It is better known as "Infatuation", and there is a vast difference between it and real love. Enumerated here below are the differences. Find out if you are really in love and not just infatuated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Infatuation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Infatuation is a feeling; real love involves a commitment also. Infatuation is just love of emotion. Real love though, is love of devotion. Only the emotions are affected in infatuation, but in real love both the Emotions and Will are involved. Next, a person "fall into" infatuation, but "grows into" real love. Gentlemen, have you ever seen a girl who was so beautiful that you thought you'd faint? This is infatuation. It is based totally on physical attraction; Often you don't know much in-depth about the person you so-called love. Thus infatuation is mostly biological.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Also remember; never tell a woman you love her, unless you are willing to marry her. Then, infatuation is basically selfish where real love is basically selfless. Infatuation is more interested in satisfying yourself and your "feelings" than it is in the other person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Real love is primarily interested in the other person. It seeks to give instead of get. Love unselfishly seeks the highest good for the other person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lastly, infatuation is weakened by time and separation where real love is strengthened by time and separation. This does not mean that there will be no pain in separation. On the contrary, there is great pain in separation if you are truly in love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now you understand what infatuation is, let us now go on to discuss about Love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is Patient&lt;/strong&gt; - The word translated "patient" means to wait patiently for the fulfillment of expectations. When you have difficulty dating this girl and she does not want to come out of her shell, if you truly love her, you will not complain and blame her, you must look at the situation from her point of view – maybe she is having some problems which prevented her from coming out. You must react to it with patience and understanding. Have you ever met someone you liked so much that you wanted to push the relationship and make it progress faster? Sure you have! Love, however, Love is willing to give the relationship time to grow at a natural pace. It does not push but is willing to wait for the relationship to grow at a rate that is satisfactory to both parties. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is Kind&lt;/strong&gt; - Love seeks to encourage and build up on others. It respects the feelings and emotions of others. It finds its greatest satisfaction in making others happy, i.e. Compliment one another, magnify the other's strength, Listen to one another. Pay close attention to what each of you has to say and make each other feel that what each says is important, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not Jealous&lt;/strong&gt; - Jealousy usually indicates an insecure and immature heart. Love wants the best for others, but jealousy is possessive. Jealous is reflected in the childish statement, "If he is going to talk to her, then he can just forget about me!" Often, one person wants to totally possess the other and to restrict her relationships with others. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not to Brag&lt;/strong&gt; - Love is not a windbag and is not anxious to impress. Often, a guy will brag to a girl, trying to impress her so that she will like him. A truly great person, however, does not need to exalt himself. Others will exalt him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not Arrogant &lt;/strong&gt;- Love is not conceited, boastful, cocky or stuck up. Love, instead, is humble and has a servant attitude. Sometimes, a guy may come across to a girl with an "I can take you or leave you" attitude. His demeanor implies, "You ought to be thankful that somebody as neat as me is dating you". Of course this is not love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love always Covers&lt;/strong&gt; - This word cover means to pass over in silence, to keep confidential. Love is patient with faults of others. It doesn't criticize or broadcast to the world the faults of others. Love is present even when it knows the other is not perfect. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love always Perseveres&lt;/strong&gt; - Love always stands its ground and holds out. It will outlast anything. It will even love on the face of unreturned love. Real love will last through all sorts of trials, tribulations and stresses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not Provoked&lt;/strong&gt; - This means that love has a long fuse. It does not become irritated and angry. It is not easily offended. Love does not seek its own. This is the heart of love. Love is other-centered not self-centered. Love says, "I love you, I want to give you." Selfishness says, "I love you, I want you!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love does not act Unbecomingly&lt;/strong&gt; - This means that love does not behave disgracefully, dishonorably, or indecently. It does not embarrass others by its actions. It is characterized by tact and sensitivity. This also means that love should have good manners. Be sure to do little things like opening doors for your girl or offering her your arm when you walk together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is Forgiving&lt;/strong&gt; - Lastly, this is a must for a successful love story. If a guy is not willing to forgive and forget when his girlfriend is only an hour late, he is not exhibiting love. Love doesn't hold grudges when it has been wronged. It doesn't remain resentful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-7973217078932169298?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/7973217078932169298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=7973217078932169298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7973217078932169298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7973217078932169298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-love.html' title='Love vs. Infatuation'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-8527015984836037060</id><published>2007-10-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:31:20.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashain Program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iowa City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tika'/><title type='text'>Dashain Program in MUM, Tika in Iowa City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-ajhZSZwI/AAAAAAAABr0/mxGMkKZ0MgY/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-ajhZSZwI/AAAAAAAABr0/mxGMkKZ0MgY/s200/DSCF0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124984836021446402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-adRZSZvI/AAAAAAAABrs/kFifkkpfLhc/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-adRZSZvI/AAAAAAAABrs/kFifkkpfLhc/s200/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124984728647263986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I said today am going to write about the Dashain Program in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Maharishi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of management (MUM) and Tika in different Nepalies of Iowa city…… This starts like i had a mid term exam of Network last Saturday …. Babal tension theyo exam ko … &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; preparation chai thikai gareyae ko theyo ….. around 12 me and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Madan went to give exam then went to Rajan’s apartment after exam cause we were planning to go Fairfield, IA to celebrate Dashain Program in MUM so after having lunch we started our journey to Fairfield…. It has been more then a month we have not been there after leaving college so there was kind of happiness, excitements and all ….. when we saw lots of corn fields…makkai &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;bari&lt;/st1:city&gt; then we are for sure that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is about to come…….. Hay mum Guys won’t forget those makkai &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;bari&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…haha….we reached there around 6 PM so we directly went to SU theater where lots of new comer of MUM computer and MBA program were preparing for today’s Dashain Celebration… Me, Madan and Rajan came from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;West Des Moines&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;IA&lt;/st1:state&gt; ….Bikram and Sanjeeta from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cedar   Rapids&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;IA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and were before we reached there cause they always come MUM for distance education exams….. So after I reached SU theater I asked Sanjeeta lets practice couple of times on the dance .. Same dance we had performed in Dashain in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Iowa City&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.. so we did practice…. Bikram asked me to sing a song too … yha I do love to sing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; not sang yet in stage in front of others.. so I feel like this is a good opportunity for that… Thanks Bikram for that offer… haha the song goes like “ Jasho gara&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jay Bhana Jata Sukai Laijau Malai ….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-avhZSZxI/AAAAAAAABr8/Dm9W0xP2lKM/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-avhZSZxI/AAAAAAAABr8/Dm9W0xP2lKM/s200/DSCF0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985042179876626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-a_RZSZyI/AAAAAAAABsE/7SKFDAO70iM/s1600-h/DSCF0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-a_RZSZyI/AAAAAAAABsE/7SKFDAO70iM/s200/DSCF0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985312762816290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo maan ta mero Nepali ho….and so on…” me Sambit dai and other two MUM student were going to sing this song together so we practice couple of times… it went ok… and the song we perform went cool as our frens said… oh yha one thing we too got chance to have Nepalese food in Annapurna with lalmohan too… cool na…after having some food we went for the program… the mass in the theater for the celebration of Dashain was good tara pachi pachi around 30% of the mass left …may be program ali well organized na bhayae ra ke sequence namilayra… tara according to the one I had talk the program was cool… so the credits goes to the new comers of MUM too… Our dance went cool too and sabai lay tarif&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pani garyo….before that there was some technical problem.. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; it went well ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-bXxZSZzI/AAAAAAAABsM/C4A8nYEkguY/s1600-h/DSCF0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-bXxZSZzI/AAAAAAAABsM/C4A8nYEkguY/s200/DSCF0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985733669611314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at the end of the program we had a group dance in the stage where all nepalies dance in different songs…. It went something like dance party…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-bpBZSZ0I/AAAAAAAABsU/nxByKom6b6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-bpBZSZ0I/AAAAAAAABsU/nxByKom6b6Q/s200/DSCF0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986030022354754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after it was late cause we had to go Iowa city to rest/ sleep we said bye to all there … I took pics with the KEC (Kathmandu Engineering College) students …Binu (Junior of KEC) and Salilu (of same Batch tara Computer)…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-b2RZSZ1I/AAAAAAAABsc/F7FGaGxzmwo/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-b2RZSZ1I/AAAAAAAABsc/F7FGaGxzmwo/s200/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986257655621458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-dNhZSZ3I/AAAAAAAABss/X0e4rEKP8hs/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-dNhZSZ3I/AAAAAAAABss/X0e4rEKP8hs/s200/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124987756599207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and about to leave for iowa city Biva dai (I call him mama..cause once he invited me for a dinner and at time I feel similar like I was asked by my Mama for nakhatya/ bojh) and bhauju asked us to come to there Home… so we went there and have some drinks (me cold drinks as I don’t drink) and khishi ko Bhutan… when it was around 12/ 1 PM we left Biva dai’s home and head ahead to Iowa City to Bikram’s sister apartment as it was empty cause they have been to Nepal last week… so immediately we reached there we slept…. Oh we wake up around 9 AM …all were trying to call home cause today was tika an important day of Dashain… kasai ko phone lagena… I send sms to my Brother and Runa… wishing them and telling about the problem why I can’t call… After a while I got a sms form Runa telling that she is online.. so I went online immediately and sosoososososo happy that I got chance to talk with her and see her through web cam…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-b-xZSZ2I/AAAAAAAABsk/buSmGRwmVec/s1600-h/Runa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-b-xZSZ2I/AAAAAAAABsk/buSmGRwmVec/s200/Runa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986403684509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; before she was in Red… she look so cute, beautiful, gorgeous in Red … I fall on love with her again ….. then after she was not seen in web… oh she came in her new kurta of dashain she looks so cute… akhir GF kasko ho…haha… frens were feeling hungry so they asked to go Chinese restaurant for lunch and then planned to go Atma dai’s home for tike… so I said bye to Runa …maan nalage pani… I always want to be with her …talk with her… &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; k garne frens haru karauna thalyo so I said her bye and we went to Chinese restaurant where I had lots of new dishes… Crab, sea foods… I too tested Frog leg that time… yeeeeeekkkkkkk…. Saab lay face bigare rahae ko theyo… Sanjeeta lay ta Bikram lai pahelai tharkai shakyae ko rahae cha telling not to eat that Frog leg….haha….then after I called Mani Dai (senior of Fairfield who put all MUM frens tika in 2063 went we were in MUM) for putting tika tara sad to know that he already left for Fairfield… any way we went to Atma dai’s home for tika… hamro ra arkako culture nai namildo rahae cha… we have to take something for tika… hamro ma pardaina theyo …any way we had to go accordingly… after tika at Atma dai we went for tika in Sanjay dai’s house then after Megraj dai house.. then finally at night we went to Bishwa’s house were we put tika and enjoy sing singing some song… Bishwo’s mom is a very good singer… she sang (“ Maan Paraune Hajar Bhetinchannnn…. Juni katne yautai huncha…and so on) when she was singing I was feeling each and every words and remembering her (Runa that time..) feel like crying … tara boys never cry… be brave Pradip… haha… then after we left for home (West des moines) cause it was already 7 PM and we have to talk rest cause bholi office janu theyo that time….. we too said bye to Bikram and Sanjeeta… on the way Home we stopped in a gas station for filling gas …that time Rajan and I went to the shop to take some drinks … went I entered the store all were looking at me surprisingly … later I remembered at I had lots of tika and jamara which is not usual to people here… baiman Rajan had already taken his tika out before he entered store… any way malai baal..... on the way home I feel like calling Runa so we had a chat an hour long chat in phone … me telling her about a dream I had seen that morning and …I had asked her to find where my parents are right no that I can talk with them and wish them …. When I reached home I called her again for which I came to know that all my parents are in Mamaghar at Bungamati… I called there and talked with all my family dad, mom, sis, bro,… and also uncle, aunt, cousins bro sis , grand ma and all…. After finishing talking with all I again didn’t fell like sleeping so I called Runa again…shared some of my feelings and aru aru… so after that I slept… bholi office ma nindra lagcha hola cause its around 1 AM when I slept……..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baba this post ta babal long bhayo jasto cha … something like dainiki… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-8527015984836037060?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/8527015984836037060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=8527015984836037060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/8527015984836037060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/8527015984836037060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/10/dashain-program-in-mum-tika-in-iowa.html' title='Dashain Program in MUM, Tika in Iowa City'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx-ajhZSZwI/AAAAAAAABr0/mxGMkKZ0MgY/s72-c/DSCF0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-1581759349916973684</id><published>2007-10-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:19:05.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashain Program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iowa City'/><title type='text'>Dashain Program in Iowa City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5G2D2R1sI/AAAAAAAABqY/rB_Bdgztcwk/s1600-h/Bikram+and+Rajan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5G2D2R1sI/AAAAAAAABqY/rB_Bdgztcwk/s200/Bikram+and+Rajan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124611320554051266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5Gqz2R1rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/HFOG9aJSt0c/s1600-h/Me+and+Sanjeeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5Gqz2R1rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/HFOG9aJSt0c/s200/Me+and+Sanjeeta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124611127280522930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today am feeling so lazy …am&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in office right now… one thing click in my mind that lets write a blog…haha…tara what should I write… yha of course about Bijaya Dashami Celebration this year (2064 B.S. / 2007). Last week 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; September we had a Dashain Gathering of all Nepalies of Iowa state, US. So for that I, Madan and Rajan went to Bikram’s apartment a day before after office… it was 2 hrs drive to Cedar Rapids, IA… we didn’t planned to be in Bikram’s apartment immediately cause he was going to pick his Vinaju from Maulene airport….. we planned to go to Kushum didi’s home (Kushum didi was the coordinator for the Dashain program in Iowa) because one of my fren Rajendra was there after his surgery of tumor on his spinal cord … when I heard about the news of his surgery I was so afraid and immediately called him from office tara his Wife Asha bhauju pick up the phone and everything is fine… after reaching Kushum didi’s house we talked with Rajendra about all … as Rajendra has Key of Bikram’s Apartment we get that and drive to Bikram’s who was on his way home from airport… we reached there about 1 A.M (13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; oct)… Bikram and Sanjeeta was in home at night around 2 AM so when they came we just had a chat for couple of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;minutes and slept… I wake up around 8 AM so that I can practice dance with Sanjeeta which we were going to present in the Dashain Celebration but sanjeeta was sleeping…she may be tired of all that bhag daud…We practice for the dance (which goes like “Mulgin Pari..Tarera Gandali…) … we forgot all the steps we had for that song a week before so we choose some other steps for the dance…so then after having Khaila and Bhaat (Chicken and Rice) made by Bikram we went to the theater where Dashain Celebration was going to take place…we practice there also couple of times … Any way the Dashain program was super cool …we forget some steps in the stage performance but we didn’t made the audience notice it by putting our own steps that time…haha…sounds funny….after all the dance program, music and all we had a dinner then after played Bingo… it was fun I also win one prize in it which recover my ticket fee for that game… after bingo we had a dance in randomly seleted song…babal nachiyo …had lots of fun….it was around 11 PM so we moved out side said Bye to all then was about to go… some plans made of going Digo dai of Cedar Rapids and have a “&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;jam” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;so we went to Digo dai’s house had some food cause we were little hungry ..may be babal nacheko lay hola…so all started singing….Digo dai…&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Om&lt;/st1:place&gt; ..Rajan, Me , Badri ..Kpil dai,.. Pujan, Bikram,… Sanjeeta… we all were there… at around 2 AM we returned cause Bikram had to leave his Sister and Vinaju to airport …they were travelling to Nepal so… we were sleeping …all tired… after Bikram came from airport he cooked Khaila again for us and we enjoyed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that a lot.. then after we planed to return home…so tired of all …I, Rajan and Madan Returned home and slept immediately as we reached home…. This was all about Dashain Celebration in Iowa city…….about my heart Runa I missed her so much there kaas she was here … I did called her and tell all about all that happened today to her…. She said she too wants to be here soon … &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; when when …..haha as usual I know sabra ka faal mitha hota hay bhancha tara lets see kasto huncha ................... next I will write about Dashain Celebration and Tika in Maharishi University and Iowa City a week after (20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; oct ma)….. haha to be continue….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5HDj2R1tI/AAAAAAAABqg/UX6T2kRnqXw/s1600-h/Me+Sanjeeta+Mangal+dai+and+Madan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5HDj2R1tI/AAAAAAAABqg/UX6T2kRnqXw/s200/Me+Sanjeeta+Mangal+dai+and+Madan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124611552482285266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5HRj2R1uI/AAAAAAAABqo/lP-1c79tRGM/s1600-h/Asha+Bhauju+Miss+Biva+dai+Me+and+Sanjeeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5HRj2R1uI/AAAAAAAABqo/lP-1c79tRGM/s200/Asha+Bhauju+Miss+Biva+dai+Me+and+Sanjeeta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124611793000453858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikram took a small clips of mine and Sanjeeta's dance tara bichhama kasko phone aayae ra he stopped recording the dance ...that clips is in the URL below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prsthapit/Dashain2064/photo#5121732953731349650"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/prsthapit/Dashain2064/photo#5121732953731349650&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find all pictures that Bikram took in the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prsthapit/Dashain2064"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/prsthapit/Dashain2064&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-1581759349916973684?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/1581759349916973684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=1581759349916973684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1581759349916973684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1581759349916973684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/10/dashain-program-in-iowa-city.html' title='Dashain Program in Iowa City'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/Rx5G2D2R1sI/AAAAAAAABqY/rB_Bdgztcwk/s72-c/Bikram+and+Rajan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-6020567345010716764</id><published>2007-08-30T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:03:50.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fren is back with gift from home...'/><title type='text'>I got new pics of my family and heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteE1N7Xf1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wwgJicdUIrs/s1600-h/TataPramodSuitata.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104694752454344530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteE1N7Xf1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wwgJicdUIrs/s200/TataPramodSuitata.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteD7d7XfzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/P7IBje_rAfE/s1600-h/tata.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteCx97XfyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YbAKpJuFX_4/s1600-h/Bros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104692497596514082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteCx97XfyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YbAKpJuFX_4/s200/Bros.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteBkd7XfxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nwU0ScrXLEs/s1600-h/Runa_Small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104691166156652306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteBkd7XfxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nwU0ScrXLEs/s200/Runa_Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi frens yesterday my fren Madan returned form home (Nepal)... the time he went home i send some gifts for my family and heart (Runa) with him tara.. a single bag of mine full of gift was lost in the travel to Nepal... so sad... When he came here i was so worried thinking that the same thing of missing luggage might not happen again.. tara this i got my gifts... Mom/ family send me blankets.. some khattu...sweets.. paau...and many more ... She send me a key chain with a letter &lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt;marked on it ...said that she has one with &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;..one... yesterday night i went to pick my fren from DSM airport... when he was here he handed me my giftths... oh yha i too got 2 CDs, 1 from home and 1 from her full of pics... cool na..... i called her that night but she might be busy so didn't pick up the phone ....later on she send me sms saying that she is free now .. so i called her for couple of mins and told her that the photo i had posted one is is the one i like most.....haha am so funny i looked at her pics and family pics till 2PM (Family pics with my brother Pramod Sthapit in left most..yha look like junky haha.. long long hair... tara my brother is very sweet... mero kura yekdam mancha... i miss him a lot)... slept too late so...office ma ali alchi lagyo.... today i tried to call her tara phone lagena... i feel like kati dinn dinn call garne.. need some break... haha.... .. forgot to say that i had received couple of letter form her... letter ma k cha bhane.... its private... affai bhujhnu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-6020567345010716764?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/6020567345010716764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=6020567345010716764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/6020567345010716764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/6020567345010716764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-new-pics-of-my-family-and-heart.html' title='I got new pics of my family and heart...'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RteE1N7Xf1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wwgJicdUIrs/s72-c/TataPramodSuitata.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-7682610558626223115</id><published>2007-08-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:54:36.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter meaning for PRADIP and RUNA'/><title type='text'>Full Form of PRADIP in english...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RtSlyt7XfwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JcT0M0Ngfn8/s1600-h/Runa+my+heart.JPG"&gt;I love u Runa I love u so so much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RtSlyt7XfwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JcT0M0Ngfn8/s1600-h/Runa+my+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RtSlyt7XfwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JcT0M0Ngfn8/s1600-h/Runa+my+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RtSlyt7XfwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JcT0M0Ngfn8/s200/Runa+my+heart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103886568458256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Runa and i had a chat in phone yesterday as usual... she told me that she passed her yesterday just trying to figure out what will be the best words suitable for different letters in my name... and she came with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Pleasing Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;--&gt;  Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Dashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Perfect                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                      My heart: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runa Tuladhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that great... so i also thought of writing some best words for her name's (which is RUNA) characters..&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to find proper words any way i came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Relaxed, Romantic and Rarely found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; ?? Not found yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; Affectionate (loving, friendly, kind...) Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends it took more then couple of hours to find these words for her ... its really difficult to think matching word according to her personality..... thats why i waana say my dear Runa u r great and so sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in some days i will definitely find an excellent word for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-7682610558626223115?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/7682610558626223115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=7682610558626223115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7682610558626223115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/7682610558626223115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/08/full-form-of-pradip-in-english.html' title='Full Form of PRADIP in english...'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RtSlyt7XfwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JcT0M0Ngfn8/s72-c/Runa+my+heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-1143085393095667765</id><published>2007-07-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:24:42.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to keep you love alive in case of distance...'/><title type='text'>Long Distance Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you involved in a Long Distance Relationship and feeling the strain? Do you feel that both of you are no longer as close as before. Let Love Clinic show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I agree with Chung so am posting it in my bolg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9 Proven Ways To Create Intimacy In A Long Distance Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- by Chung Pin Soon, Love Director, Love Clinic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intimacy is a key survival ingredient in a long distance relationship. Without that feeling of connectedness, doubts and dissatisfaction start to emerge and can eventually lead to serious problems. Due to this, it's even more important for couples in long distance relationships to find ways of keeping that feeling of togetherness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The main idea behind these ideas below is to help you and your partner feel more involved in each other's daily lives. You may not actually be there, but you can definitely make them feel like you're a part of what's going on in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Voice Memos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing can bridge the gap like the sound of your partner's voice. Voice memos are one of the easiest and cost effective ways to achieve this. You can send your partner a voice memo key chain with the words "I love you" on it. You can get a voice memo photo frame and record "thinking of you always" on it. You can get a personal recorder and just say random thoughts about your day to your partner and send it to them at the end of the week. Many stuffed animal companies offer voice recordings inside of the toy. You could say different recordings such as, good night, sweet dreams, good morning, I love you, and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Start Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chances are you're pretty Internet savvy if you are in a long distance relationship. If you are, sign up for a free blog somewhere and send your partner the username and password. Use this tool as a way to frequently communicate with each other about your daily life and thoughts. If you don't have access to a blog, write a little something about your day each night. At the end of the week, mail your partner the letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Web Cam Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you're missing your partner's touch, a web cam date can be the closest remedy available. Frequently arrange a set time for these dates. Take turns planning on what you'll talk about or do. Some couples have used these as an opportunity to share a romantic candlelit dinner, watch a movie together or even play games online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Keep a "LOVE" plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A plant is often referenced as a symbol of a growing relationship. Use this symbol in your romance by sending each other a plant to take care of. As the plant grows, press leaves or flowers to send to each other in your mailings. When the long distance aspect of your relationship ends, plant them side by side at your new dwelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Scrapbook Of Our Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It often helps to have something to look back on while we are apart. A scrapbook or photo album is a great way to do this. Whenever you are together take LOTS of pictures. After you separate again collect the pictures and put them in an album. Write little notes about how you were feeling during the certain times the photographs were taken and tuck them under or next to the photograph. Make two copies and send one to your partner. Whenever you are feeling lonely, take out your book and remember all the fun times you've had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Write Love Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Couples in long distance relationships are usually faced with more episodes of doubt than the typical relationship. To help counter this, make sure you are both sending letters to each other, even if by e-mail. Every so often, compile your letters in a nice folder. Now, whenever those feelings of doubt creep in, make a date with your love letters and spend some time reflecting over how well you've have made it so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Make It Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Send your partner an item of clothing or something personal that they can see or wear daily. It should be something that you use frequently that will instantly remind them of you. Sometimes it's the littlest things that can make everything feel all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Framed Personal Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's nothing like seeing your partner's beautiful face daily. Let your face be the first thing they see each morning and the last each night. Make an effort to send framed pictures to your partner whenever possible. Try for a new one each month. You can make it more creative as well by having each picture reflect something about each month. For example, in December have a picture taken with Santa or in the snow. Take a picture of you doing something you do every day. Each month pick a new daily task to take a picture of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. The Scent Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the most effective ways to trigger an emotion is through the use of scent. When sending something to your partner, spray a bit of your cologne or perfume on it. You can spray things like a pillowcase, a stuffed toy, love letters or a piece of clothing.Remember, while long distance relationships aren't easy, they can be the most rewarding. The time and effort you take to cultivate your intimacy now WILL transfer over into your future time together. The main goal here is to make each other feel like you are connected and involved in each other's daily life. It is the number one success tip of any long distance relationship. If you can achieve this, you will be on the right path to a very successful long-term romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-1143085393095667765?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/1143085393095667765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=1143085393095667765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1143085393095667765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/1143085393095667765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-distance-relationship.html' title='Long Distance Relationship'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-6751057249348530150</id><published>2007-07-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:28:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is 11July 2007 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWMKpHEXbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hdUWzej9M_s/s1600-h/Eyes1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086125468646923698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWMKpHEXbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hdUWzej9M_s/s200/Eyes1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey 11 is good date for me... i can say cause i meet my love that day.... isn't it cool... i called her today and we recalled each and every moment we had passed together.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone can look at other's eyes, but Lovers can see into each other's souls through the eyes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-6751057249348530150?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/6751057249348530150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=6751057249348530150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/6751057249348530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/6751057249348530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-11july-2007.html' title='Today is 11July 2007 ...'/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWMKpHEXbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hdUWzej9M_s/s72-c/Eyes1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631939634418265831.post-5389434756190073722</id><published>2007-07-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:12:27.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWYJJHEXcI/AAAAAAAAASA/BSyy2K6v0DI/s1600-h/Me+and+My+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086138637016653250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWYJJHEXcI/AAAAAAAAASA/BSyy2K6v0DI/s200/Me+and+My+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpRIj0U4P7I/AAAAAAAAARw/e5HssXMXPJg/s1600-h/Me+and+Runa.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her like crazy... We meet for the first time in 11 Feb 2006... Her name is Runa Tuladhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey just 17 month before today's date we meet.... what a day ... she called me and we had a long chat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631939634418265831-5389434756190073722?l=prsthapit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/feeds/5389434756190073722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2631939634418265831&amp;postID=5389434756190073722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/5389434756190073722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631939634418265831/posts/default/5389434756190073722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prsthapit.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-just-17-month-before-today-we-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>Pradip Sthapit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129111184749804433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/R5mMPmTFUSI/AAAAAAAACSs/fCP_qElQ34o/S220/P1000127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwPGHwJTGGw/RpWYJJHEXcI/AAAAAAAAASA/BSyy2K6v0DI/s72-c/Me+and+My+heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
