<?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-8183541290174479680</id><updated>2011-11-01T21:34:39.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones</title><subtitle type='html'>It never rains when you want it to...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-8837236375332825607</id><published>2007-12-05T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:32:22.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Norah Jones...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Well, as far as I can remember, I saw her music video of "Sunrise" on TV..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The girl looked to me somewhat Indian, singing so beautifully.. The video was so cute and the music was fabulous, a voice so hazy and so magical..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I went on internet and searched for her songs..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    HER VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;And today, I'm a true Norah fan.. Not because I do crazy stuff like collecting her posters, or keeping a check on her style, remaining up to date with her shows, but because I feel her music and really appreciate and respect it.. That's what fan following means to me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I am an aspiring singer and I love humming her tunes.. I cannot forget when my music teacher, (who is a fabulous musician) told me that I got a hazy voice like Norah and her songs suit me... I was like blown away and was so overwhelmed, nearly feeling on cloud nine.. It was a bit hard to digest this thing.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Norah Jones, I find her truly committed to music. She never runds for publicity, but it's her music that makes her so approachable. I think she is fairly worth those Grammys...Come Away With me, Don't know Why, Nightingale, and the latest one like Thinking about you... All have a different taste and feel... but collectively, they create that NORAH EFFECT which is totally unmatched!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Norah Jones, WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swati&lt;br /&gt;Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-8837236375332825607?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/8837236375332825607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=8837236375332825607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/8837236375332825607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/8837236375332825607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/12/norah-jones.html' title=''/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-942915087692624956</id><published>2007-05-03T09:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:24:22.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fan Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;A nice melange of pictures  by Chitra Sahai.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_tT8OTlhgE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_tT8OTlhgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chitra Sahai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varanasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-942915087692624956?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/942915087692624956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=942915087692624956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/942915087692624956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/942915087692624956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/05/fan-art.html' title='Fan Art'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-4205707034414455220</id><published>2007-04-30T08:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:07:13.684+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gustavo</title><content type='html'>I learned about Norah Jones' music from an ex-girlfriend. As soon as I heard the song  "Sunrise", I was in love with her voice. Since then, I have never stopped listening to her. I bought all the CDs of Norah and she started to be my preferred singer! Her music is simply sensational, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="sg"&gt;Gustavo Mardegan&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-4205707034414455220?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/4205707034414455220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=4205707034414455220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/4205707034414455220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/4205707034414455220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/04/gustavo.html' title='Gustavo'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-7015145903113409806</id><published>2007-04-22T23:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:20:46.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jean Vinícius Moreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well...The last post in this blog was one of the most thrilling I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Almost all of Norah's music has an specific meaning in my life, because her songs are always so romantic and when I came to know Norah my love life was so crazy that I was feeling like a cloud across the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And her music has helped me to get better, every single song talked to me, and day by day my life was getting better.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The girl whom I used to love is far from me now...I could try all over again, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And in my walk to get better, Orkut friends always helped me...They were always on there to bring me up...And to tell me the right words at the right time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I also thank Norah music 'cause the lyrics are such anyone can relate to...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now...Thinking About You is a song that I almost cry every time I listen to...But I'll go on&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks for all those who helped me and Thanks NORAH JONES for the most beautiful songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="capitalizedTitle"&gt;Jean Vinícius Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Terra Dos Buques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-7015145903113409806?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/7015145903113409806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=7015145903113409806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/7015145903113409806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/7015145903113409806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/04/jean-vincius-moreira.html' title='Jean Vinícius Moreira'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-5028468286883400165</id><published>2007-04-22T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:10:46.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jolene Newton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;  I became a Norah Jones fan at a very difficult time in my life.  Its was early 2004 and I was at home driving down the road listening to the radio with my kids in the backseat.  As I was scrolling through the stations a song was playing, it was about in the middle of it. It was the most beautiful peaceful song  I think I had ever heard.  Immediately when I got home I called my niece who usually knew about the current music scene. I said hey I heard this song, it was so beautiful and told her the lyrics.  She said she knew the song but not the artist.  A few days later I was driving in my car again and  the DJ came on and announced, up next  we have Norah Jones with the song Don”t know why.  The tune was familiar to me so I listened and it was the same song!  As I listened to this beautiful song, it put me at immense peace, my life at that time was staying at home taking care for 4 young children, two being my sons and the other two being my step-daughter and my step-son.  At that time I was attending football practices, baseball practices and numerous others while juggling household chores and my sons who 3 and  8 years old.  We had very little money and was living in a very poor neighborhood living from paycheck to paycheck and the worries of will I be able to feed my children tomorrow.   Life was so hectic and stressed that when Norah came into my life it was like a breath of fresh air, the feeling of  immense relief.  Later that year life looked more positive as  my husband started making more money and we decided to buy our first house.  We moved into a very nice neighborhood  only a mile from the  hospital where my husband worked.  Sometime in that year I was at the store and I saw the Norah Jones cd Come away with me, for sale.  Thinking well a lot of cds have one good song and the rest are usually not so good I was hesitant to purchase it but I did anyway.  I went home and crossed my fingers and pushed the cd into the cd player and put it on the song, “come away with me” and I was hooked from there.  Sometime that fall I was again driving in the car and it was announced that Norah Jones would be in concert soon.  I made it a point to purchase those tickets right away.  When I went and Norah came out on stage, the crowd went wild with excitement.  And I must say she is exceptionally lovely in person and a gorgeous singer also, and a very nice person all around.  Now everyone I meet I introduce them to the music of Norah Jones and they always love it.  One person that I didn't introduce though would have to be my good friend Saptarshi Chakraborty, and in turn he has introduced me into a world of Norah that I never knew.  I must say he is her biggest fan with his Norah Jones community on Orkut, and his Norah Jones website.  These sites are extremely impressive with a link to almost every possible Norah song ever made.  Saptarshi really does Norah proud in his extensive knowledge of this amazing and talented person, and I am proud to say that he is a very good friend of mine.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                         Thank you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/profile/01465633800160187860"&gt;                                                                                                  Jolene Newton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;U.S.A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-5028468286883400165?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/5028468286883400165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=5028468286883400165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/5028468286883400165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/5028468286883400165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/04/jolene-newton.html' title='Jolene Newton'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-1457529565281766287</id><published>2007-03-05T08:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:53:17.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;Spinning, laughing, dancing to&lt;br /&gt;her favorite song&lt;br /&gt;A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;Always hoping for the sun&lt;br /&gt;And she'll sing her song to anyone&lt;br /&gt;that comes along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a leaf in autumn&lt;br /&gt;Just fallin' to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked little smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;Tells a tale of grace&lt;br /&gt;That's all her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, laughing, dancing to&lt;br /&gt;her favorite song&lt;br /&gt;A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;And she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don't recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee(well known musician and singer) ; my uncle's place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to Flury's n then tuning to my new Norah Jones CD ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes Geethali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn't depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not but be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn't make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … &lt;b&gt;Though all was not prosaic and mean … \n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;And it needed time to find out the true soul mates… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I haven&amp;#39;t forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ,,, yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ,,, and obscurity of my vision towards the future ,,, towards hope and life spirit…\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;and here goes the prologue ….&lt;a&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://ingenueifranlein&lt;wbr&gt;.blogspot.com/\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … &lt;b&gt;Though all was not prosaic and mean …&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it needed time to find out the true soul mates… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I haven't forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ... yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ... and obscurity of my vision towards the future ... towards hope and life spirit…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;and here goes the prologue ….&lt;a href="http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;http://ingenueifranlein&lt;wbr&gt;.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rigdha Banerjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-1457529565281766287?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/1457529565281766287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=1457529565281766287' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/1457529565281766287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/1457529565281766287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/03/spinning-laughing-dancing-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-5844451711910639723</id><published>2007-02-27T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:45:36.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well... I used to listen to Elton John only, but that's changed.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Some years ago there was a soap-opera in which they had two of Norah's soundtrack : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paHlDr7kXIo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Know Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1ktAkH6C-w"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  By that time Norah was alway in the radios here in  Brazil. But when the soap-opera finished the radios almost stopped playing her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months ago I heard &lt;a href="http://www.norahjones.info/news.php?cod=560"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the radio...I loved it. On the same day I went to the CD store in my city and bought the first album: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Come-Away-Me-Norah-Jones/dp/B00005YW4H"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Some days after I bought the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Feels-Like-Home-Norah-Jones/dp/B000184C8M"&gt;Feels Like Home&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CD. I could never think that Norah could have some more beautiful songs, because, as I said, I knew Come Away With Me and Don't Know Why only, after listening to the albums lots of times I was just not able to choose the song I preferred because I loved all of them...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now I'm waiting for the new album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000KRN07S/bluenoterecor-20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Too Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....What more surprises will it bring to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="capitalizedTitle"&gt;Jean Vinícius Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Terra Dos Buques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-5844451711910639723?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/5844451711910639723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=5844451711910639723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/5844451711910639723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/5844451711910639723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-1937624961616315491</id><published>2007-02-26T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:45:03.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones: Don’t know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was 2002, I guess, when I heard this arbit song by some fresh singer on Channel V. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t know why I didn’t come&lt;/span&gt;… that was all I could make out. Smooth voice, like from a glass flask, I thought, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the year when some bad things happened. Earlier, I couldn’t make it through JEE in the first go.&lt;br /&gt;That was the year when monsoon failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days were a sultry mixture of confusion, depression and sweat. I had decided to drop another year but had little idea what to do with it. Parents were concerned, friends were bored and I was a mess. I spent my afternoons either painting or thinking, tuned in to V when one afternoon…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; instead of kneeling in the sand, catching tear drops in my hands&lt;/span&gt;. The same evening I rushed to the store buy this cassette, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Come away with me, Norah Jones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first song on the album. From what I understood, she was talking about her dilemma and a sense of loss, for not taking the plunge, not making the right decision. It was full of irony and heartbreak. That clicked with me, as if she described my own situation, and I kind of related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Something has to make you run&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I didn’t come…&lt;br /&gt;I, feel as empty as a drum (I guess)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I didn’t come…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, it remains  my most favorite song of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rajveer Sangha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;IIT Roorkee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Uttaranchal&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183541290174479680-1937624961616315491?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/1937624961616315491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=1937624961616315491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/1937624961616315491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/1937624961616315491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/02/norah-jones-dont-know-why.html' title='Norah Jones: Don’t know why'/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183541290174479680.post-2727443124106199631</id><published>2007-02-22T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:30:57.777+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I to you...tell me darling true&lt;br /&gt;To me you are the sea...vast as you can be&lt;br /&gt;Deep the shade of Blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start thinking that this blog looks rather empty I'd beg to say that it's up to you to fill it up. Yes. This blog plans to provide a platform to all those who love Norah Jones.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Let us make this a place where we will have real life stories that in some ways involve Norah and her music. Tell me how you got to listen to hear her for the first time. Was it on your car radio, when you were driving back home? Or was it at a friend's place or a hotel lobby? Write in simple,lucid English your story in as much detail as you want. Make it crisp and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tell us any crazy stuff you have done for Norah. Or you could just write about how one of her songs make you feel. What it reminds you of. Let's make this work people. It is going to be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also send me all infos that you can about her. I will put it up here along with the name of the sender. Send links to her pictures so that I can add them to the album. Send links to her videos news articles,reviews...everything that you might like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send in all your writings and stuff to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;urinnersmile@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8183541290174479680-2727443124106199631?l=all-about-norah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/feeds/2727443124106199631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183541290174479680&amp;postID=2727443124106199631' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/2727443124106199631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183541290174479680/posts/default/2727443124106199631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-norah.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Saptarshi Chakraborty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lP_rmPNCEUg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKhM/Kx1dNzEdOB4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
