<?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-3669249426583517669</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:51:00.556-08:00</updated><category term='Aura'/><category term='Desperate Housewives'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Counting cals'/><category term='Autumn/Winter Collection 2007'/><category term='Work n Play'/><category term='materialism'/><category term='loss'/><category term='fun-watch'/><category term='Lalita Iyer'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Mad at the world'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Xmas carols'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='College'/><category term='snapshots'/><category term='Columnist'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Realizations'/><category term='Ellen Degeneres'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Baking cakes'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='TV series'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Papa Johns'/><category term='Caroline Charles'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='must-read'/><category term='Dog people'/><category term='Life'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='Viva'/><category term='Moon smiley'/><category term='Cat people'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='How to lose a job'/><category term='Proof of insanity'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Most popular posts'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Ann's Abode</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet. Cunning. Sensitive. Honest. Deceptive. Crazy. Sober. Brilliant. Silly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1552507852129627695</id><published>2010-09-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:02:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A random thought just flew into my mind today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is not about being perfect, but about being imperfect well!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-1552507852129627695?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1552507852129627695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=1552507852129627695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1552507852129627695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1552507852129627695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thought-just-flew-into-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-844203948370389814</id><published>2010-08-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:02:09.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect is Imperfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dominique left. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She had just been on a date with a prominent architect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   On paper he seemed like a good idea, but in reality something was amiss. The Gaps in conversation had to be filled with words. It was too awkward otherwise. She tried but then she tired. The constant pressure didn't seem worth it. She stopped doing the needful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;  She didn't ramble on to entertain the narcissistic, almighty architect, who expected it of her. She didn't like to do what was expected, so deliberately created and held onto the moments of silence. These were not comfortable for him. He accused her of never talking. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She smiled. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What a child', she thought and looked through him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not a fan of meaningless small talk, her mind raced for an exit. She always got what she wanted. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&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/3669249426583517669-844203948370389814?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/844203948370389814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=844203948370389814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/844203948370389814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/844203948370389814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-is-imperfect.html' title='Perfect is Imperfect...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5081744974234018216</id><published>2010-04-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:56:07.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face, A Person or A Missed Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S8cpFt-IrHI/AAAAAAAABB4/xAsh_FC8CS8/s1600/love_lost_by_glitterprincess3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S8cpFt-IrHI/AAAAAAAABB4/xAsh_FC8CS8/s400/love_lost_by_glitterprincess3332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460378251426311282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanaiya Bose was lost in thought. Her friend, asha shook her out of reverie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Helloooo, Is anyone in there? You look dazed.", she said waving her hands dramatically in front of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She had to blink twice, looked at Asha with deliberate concentration and said, "Yea, you were saying Mini was unfair to you." Asha seemed satisfied and carried on talking about her boss, whilst shanaiya drifted away again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the things on her mind these days was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, not just any, but a completely flawless, Adonis-like face with features chiseled from stone, if you may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Asha had pointed him out to her in the company bus as her friend who had just returned from an on-site trip and had later introduced them, she didn’t think much of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; he was wearing huge glares, in effect covering up mesmerizing eyes and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; The clothes weren’t a saving grace either, he had worn a loose checked formal shirt with loose cargoes, she would never have guessed the big, beautiful body that lay within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead 1 &amp;amp; 2 combined gave the impression of someone who was trying too hard, ‘a total wannabe’; she judged and smiled politely when introduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following day, as the bus halted at his stop, she saw a stunner standing there, without the glares this time &amp;amp; in crisp formals. She couldn’t help drooling. As realization dawned of who it was, she mentally kicked herself for being so dismissive of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As she stared at him disbelievingly from under the protection of her glares, she checked herself. Yes, she was immaculately dressed, accessorized well and wore subtle make-up which enhanced her features perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't sure about many thing, but one thing she was that she knew was that they would have some story together. It could be a chapter, a section, a page or even two lines long, but it would be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to the subsequent inquiries, he was of a different religion. But then again, she thought, there was no harm in making him lose sleep over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To induce the first stir of desire, she looked right into his eyes every time their paths crossed. He almost nodded his head once, clearly to induce some sense of sanity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clearly she thought, this was completely new to him, he knew nothing of eye-games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was anyway without intention of striking up a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon it just became just this thing they did, her eyes automatically sought him out when he entered the bus and his did the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was electric, no one saw what they were doing, it was like a common secret, a game no one else was privy to. They felt like the two of them were alone in the whole wide world for those two seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was cutting edge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It didn’t help though that he thought of himself as a ‘lovegod’ of sorts, so she knew she had to keep him off-balance, change the rules of the game and step back to heighten the intrigue. She was just delaying that phase as she was enjoying this too much in her otherwise boring life or lack of it, but what she never imagined was that circumstance will play spoilsport and interfere, so as to make her change course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One afternoon after a solitary walk and with a much clearer head, she got into the lift to get to the destination floor (6th). When on the way, it halted on the 5th, where to her absolute surprise, he was waiting with friend in tow, the friend stepped in, but he didn’t, as you guessed it, she was at it again, looking him in the eye, but this time, with reckless abandon, without bother of who’s watching, he had never looked that good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was caught off-guard by the proximity of this encounter, also because they were on hallowed ground. She had never played eye games within office premises, so was shaken at this absolute invasion of private space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her eyes were almost begging him not to take the lift, displaying a lot of emotion in the bargain, he came up with his own vulnerable look too, which was 'oh-so-irresistible', She saw a softness in his otherwise hot &amp;amp; tough Adonis-like face, which made her melt, that was when she realized that this guy is more than a just a piece of meat, he is a man she could fall in love with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That realization made her eyes intensify the pleading, asking him to go away, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; take the lift, he looked almost helpless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He actually would have let it go, if it was not for his friend asking him ‘What’s wrong?’ and prodding him in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once he was in, she could feel his eyes on her, observing curiously the bundle of nerves in front of him. She, on the other hand was half-pleased with herself for creating the supremely romantic moment (which she knew she would treasure until something better came up) and half-mad at herself for letting her face mirror her thoughts so clearly, she clenched her fist and waited with bated breath for the destination floor and rushed out, once there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later, She replayed the moment in her mind over and over again, trying to decipher just how much she might have emoted/ what he was thinking at that time/ how dashing he looked that time/ how beautiful he made her feel and also something completely new, now he was more than meat, he was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, She had seen him vulnerable and so had he, now she was thinking of the person (let’s call it level 2), alarm bells were ringing in her head, but she tried and ignored the noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The warm fuzzy feeling that you feel, when you know you are desired, enveloped her and she was reveling in it, even when she met her Asha, in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was reliving the eye-lock and enjoying it immensely, only half-listening to what Asha was saying. Actually, she was not even pretending to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanaiya was clearly in another world and Asha wanted all the gory details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She hesitated a bit, wondering if Asha, the realist, would break the bubble, but finally took the risk, as she was dying to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asha soon started teasing her with him, which she did not take to kindly, she feared that either it would trivialize the awesomeness of the moment or would build it up too much, so while trying bravely to control the blushing, she told her firmly to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asha wanted to say something but hesitated and now it was Shanaiya who egged her on. Asha finally relented and said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘when such things happen, she prefers to laugh it out, so that it doesn’t play on the mind too much’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn! She knew Asha was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asha asked her if she could see a future with him, she replied in the negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She didn’t want a ‘lovegod’ for a husband; why you ask? Well, for one she would get a complex and would live in constant fear of him straying. She was sure he would because the temptation for him would be too great, &amp;amp; the best part of temptation is the giving-in to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loved the forbidden, but was getting the feeling that she had played with fire enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, the voice of reason and the alarm bells in her head had made their point very clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bubble broke and she was back in the real world with a clear mind et al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So next day on, she gave him the royal ignore. (It irritated and amused her for a while that this stepping back was initially a part of her plan and that it would only pique his interest in her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That very day, an article came in the paper which reverberated with her, she could identify with the quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When both speech and desire tremble on the threshold of silence…”We looked at each other without speaking, we spoke to each other, not knowing what we were saying” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Giancomo Casanova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He doesn’t take the company bus anymore, travels by his new bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once when she was out with her office buddies at D-mart after lunch to pick up some essentials (read chocolates, cookies), while they were looking for the least crowded counter to pay at, she spotted him at the farthest one, from where he was watching her, vulnerable look in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She gulped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(warm, fuzzy feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and looked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5081744974234018216?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5081744974234018216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5081744974234018216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5081744974234018216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5081744974234018216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/04/face-person-or-missed-love.html' title='A Face, A Person or A Missed Love?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S8cpFt-IrHI/AAAAAAAABB4/xAsh_FC8CS8/s72-c/love_lost_by_glitterprincess3332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4048380097534072166</id><published>2010-04-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T05:33:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7ckuZLKTQI/AAAAAAAABAg/OSXkM3Yc9TE/s1600/kreativblogger%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7ckuZLKTQI/AAAAAAAABAg/OSXkM3Yc9TE/s400/kreativblogger%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455869853032926466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://mykookbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supriya&lt;/a&gt; for my first Blog award ever... feels really special :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This award comes with the following rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. You must thank the person who has given you the award.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.   - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Link to the person who has nominated you for the award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 4 things about yourself that people might f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;interes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love being with nature, whether its adventurous activities like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; trekking, or just looking out my window at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;plants swaying &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; wondering about the story the 150 year old &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;          mango tree wants to sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y, it leaves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; with a sense of peace &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         &amp;amp; contentment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7dk8fpTJmI/AAAAAAAABBY/2FsASuMgNCM/s1600/nature+wild01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7dk8fpTJmI/AAAAAAAABBY/2FsASuMgNCM/s400/nature+wild01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455940464032294498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I write a lot, if not on a blog, then just on my cell, or a scrap of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; paper, especially when there are too many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts, i li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ke to think o&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;writing as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dumbledore's pensieve&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; magical object into w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hich the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hogw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;arts He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;adm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; pours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;his thoughts for preserving them, and i imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; also to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;some headroom ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c5re3WM6I/AAAAAAAABAo/swYGYmLBWAI/s1600/dumbledore_pensive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c5re3WM6I/AAAAAAAABAo/swYGYmLBWAI/s400/dumbledore_pensive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455892892765008802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c734l9qGI/AAAAAAAABA4/br9A8SW0kHc/s1600/lens4743462_1242693550Pensieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c734l9qGI/AAAAAAAABA4/br9A8SW0kHc/s400/lens4743462_1242693550Pensieve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455895304853104738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love food, i have often wondered how people 'eat to live'; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; have a friend to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; whom, once when i offered ice cream, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         she replied, "i am not hungry", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; me just say: &lt;incredulous&gt;&lt;/incredulous&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What?!!?!!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7dmQ7_5JpI/AAAAAAAABBg/l9ek7oihUIQ/s1600/Rocky+Roads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7dmQ7_5JpI/AAAAAAAABBg/l9ek7oihUIQ/s400/Rocky+Roads.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455941914752263826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I see people's aura, you know the electromagnetic field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; around a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Due to this, some people have labeled me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         Mystic &amp;amp; so&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e an up &amp;amp; coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Witch... LOL!! Though it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         be cool, i could use a slice of magic in life, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; seeing auras only means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ve just learnt to pay attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to what your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; eyes are capable of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;not going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nto the details because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-color-of-your-aura.html"&gt;i already have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; this blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c-xDK0s4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/TdwBvj4PS58/s1600/aura+pics.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c-xDK0s4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/TdwBvj4PS58/s400/aura+pics.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455898485967860610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5.  Nominate 4 other Kreativ Bloggers. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ave nomin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ated four of the most outst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anding bloggers' i h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, it h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;as been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a very difficult selection procedure for me, but i overc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Post links to the 4 blogs you nominate. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CRD -  http://scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;un D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; - http://beyondboredom.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; http://reducedtoashesrecreatedinbeauty.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhishek - http://eraogenouszone.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs to let them know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they have been nominated... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Done &amp;amp; Done&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/3669249426583517669-4048380097534072166?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4048380097534072166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4048380097534072166' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4048380097534072166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4048380097534072166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first.html' title='My First...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7ckuZLKTQI/AAAAAAAABAg/OSXkM3Yc9TE/s72-c/kreativblogger%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2515525611444366187</id><published>2010-03-31T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:59:51.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Pop pOp poPsy is BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't really been able to write off-late, whenever i firmly resolve to &amp;amp; park my ass down, i ended up finding more ways to decorate my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;However, something changed this morning &amp;amp; made me realize why i started blogging in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I had not planned to write, but now i cannot stop myself...  i feel like i have something to say, an incredible urge to put it out there &amp;amp; maybe then, then the excitement will subside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Dad is home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its a once-in-a-year thing &amp;amp; a pretty big deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When mummy woke me up today, she was so m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;uch cuter than she u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sually is &amp;amp; she is very cute usually... God! How i love Blinky &amp;amp; Popsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  His suitcase is a pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ce of wond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7QwTyjvsLI/AAAAAAAAA-c/E91VPWJ55wM/s1600/28122007177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7QwTyjvsLI/AAAAAAAAA-c/E91VPWJ55wM/s320/28122007177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455038165199859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ers, you     never know what you might find, i swam through the ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" id="pa1" href="http://www.google.co.in/aclk?sa=l&amp;amp;ai=CV4Y-GyO0S4GRFs-lrQfM2InJAa3cmrcB__bl2hCsi7qJOQgAEAFQlpOTCGDl0uaDvA6gAa_Slf4DyAEBqgQTT9AA6FfkkpvU0Ohh70bflU7xuw&amp;amp;sig=AGiWqtyAy88OPNKDhA3NOXBtxBKY8bQWDg&amp;amp;q=http://buzz.google.com"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e of chocola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, purses, perfumes, shoes etc for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, got carried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-24.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-26.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-27.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-25.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &amp;amp; then, found myself ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have already started subtly maneuvering my demands, rolled them up in sugar, mixed with flattery in the right amounts... can't help it, have turned into a little girl again... Oh, i might have a treadmill soon &lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0u9WYXoI/AAAAAAAAA-0/UHLjicTbp6A/s1600/28122007181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0u9WYXoI/AAAAAAAAA-0/UHLjicTbp6A/s200/28122007181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455043029999574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seem to be in smiley-land, that's because i feel so good deep within, like we are all complete now,  not just a directionless body without its head... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say that not only because the dad is the senior-most one here, but because he is also the most stable + sensible + sensitive + sweetest + funniest person i know... He is the one who keeps all the psychos together &amp;amp; bound as one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-19.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;round, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-20.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a few d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-21.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-22.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ays, we fall back into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; our old patterns of not respecting each other, taking each other for granted &amp;amp; the regular drama of 2 vs 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardly any situation is resolved amicably, there is always side-taking &amp;amp; among the mum, bro &amp;amp; me, one of us always ends up playing the villian... So, there's always a: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum-dsnt-get-me phase for the bro n me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;James-is-so-mean phase for the mum n me &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;nu-is-such-a-bitch phase for the bro n mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!! Yes, we are that juvenile... We need a stable, sensitive guy watching us &amp;amp; nodding his head in a mildly disapproving manner that says 'Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0JO14krI/AAAAAAAAA-k/WNiPl4wE7zM/s1600/10012008267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0JO14krI/AAAAAAAAA-k/WNiPl4wE7zM/s200/10012008267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455042381860082354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s, when will they grow up' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0vMJRd9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/FHTt3dJC8BE/s1600/29122007189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0vMJRd9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/FHTt3dJC8BE/s200/29122007189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455043033971128274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0uka5ldI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-cLV3qBAwSA/s1600/10012008268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7Q0uka5ldI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-cLV3qBAwSA/s200/10012008268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455043023307642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;um is just a kid only, with her big, innocent wide eyes &amp;amp; a smile that holds nothing back... (Of course, she is also Superwoman but that's another post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my awesome, kickass family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2515525611444366187?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2515525611444366187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2515525611444366187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2515525611444366187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2515525611444366187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/03/pop-pop-popsy-is-back.html' title='Pop pOp poPsy is BACK!!!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7QwTyjvsLI/AAAAAAAAA-c/E91VPWJ55wM/s72-c/28122007177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4334966924333306433</id><published>2010-02-07T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:52:39.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>The Psycho Diaries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i just read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-dream-i-wonder-and-therefore.html"&gt;I think, I dream, I wonder and therefore I am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;... and i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Being that depressed is all rite... but what i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;stand is that i was absolutely certain that i would lose the phone i was going to buy! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I DID... within just 4 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(i guess i was too  ashamed of myself to blog about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have moved on henceforth, but the newer, wiser me doesn't think that she'll lose this one till it completes 2 yrs in her possession...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She bought it on Dec 1 and has just completed its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2 month anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;grins style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" ditzily=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is imperative to recognize that so as to remind the bozo in her that its just been 2 months, and she can't get careless yet, cos there's a good &lt;span&gt;1 yr and 10 months&lt;/span&gt; to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;span&gt; i loove &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4IBN5OAdZc"&gt;The Apple ipad tablet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;I am totally eyeing it, Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plotting &amp;amp; planning to obtain it has officially begun...&lt;/grins&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4334966924333306433?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4334966924333306433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4334966924333306433' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4334966924333306433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4334966924333306433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/02/psycho-diaries.html' title='The Psycho Diaries!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3074994228548737574</id><published>2010-02-06T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>You must fall in love 3 times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S25v03ayotI/AAAAAAAAA84/xlcAWJ4apQ0/s1600-h/love-heart-cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S25v03ayotI/AAAAAAAAA84/xlcAWJ4apQ0/s320/love-heart-cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435404754302968530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":15r" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                 &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Before you can grow up, you must fall in love 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And when you’re through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that you needed the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But most of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S25v-TQ6c7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/T7W37FoI1sg/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S25v-TQ6c7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/T7W37FoI1sg/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435404916396553138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ll, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;This is not written by me, its just a beautiful forward that i had to share with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":15r" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3074994228548737574?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3074994228548737574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3074994228548737574' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3074994228548737574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3074994228548737574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-must-fall-in-love-3-times.html' title='You must fall in love 3 times'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S25v03ayotI/AAAAAAAAA84/xlcAWJ4apQ0/s72-c/love-heart-cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4206446874781204419</id><published>2009-10-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:16:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light  vs. Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark thoughts arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SusDD9hmOmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xzoRb49pPLQ/s1600-h/Darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SusDD9hmOmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xzoRb49pPLQ/s320/Darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398411944923642466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the maze of games,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one play along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whims contradict Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition leads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama misleads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition makes you who you deserve to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama makes you forget who you were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Surq-gtEw_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/UFqvALZwBoM/s1600-h/steven-mitchell-evening-glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Surq-gtEw_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/UFqvALZwBoM/s400/steven-mitchell-evening-glory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385463008740338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradigm shifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live, not act&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n't r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eact&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4206446874781204419?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4206446874781204419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4206446874781204419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4206446874781204419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4206446874781204419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-vs-darkness.html' title='Light  vs. Darkness'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SusDD9hmOmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xzoRb49pPLQ/s72-c/Darkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5972350773414777749</id><published>2009-08-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:15:14.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>To dream or not to dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpefIpKpRkI/AAAAAAAAA78/eagcAcMcgE4/s1600-h/callahan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpefIpKpRkI/AAAAAAAAA78/eagcAcMcgE4/s400/callahan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374939651128247874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a real scary dream this morning, got up at 4:30 am because of it and even considered practicing accounts, just because i didn't wanna go back to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, the train that was supposed to take me to Vashi, changed direction sometime and took me to Wadala instead... I was perplexed, shocked and confused, was just thinking about calling mom when a child with very hollow eyes, of about 12, tapped me on my arm, he had my phone and said he was calling my mom... I woke up terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering what was it that scared me so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking about what my college counselor told me... She said that i hold the reins too tight around me, that i don't let myself be and asked me to 'give space to myself'. What that basically means is that i scold myself a lot more than even my mom does, so that's a lot! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realised what the dream was about and why it scared me more than it would most people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train to Vashi going to Wadala instead was representative of the things out of my control affecting my life (i don't like it one bit!) The child having in possession, my cellphone was terrifying because it signified that i had lost control of what should normally be within my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on hindsight, why wouldn't that be terrifying to a supposed 'control freak' like me! ... And you thought this was about the kid with the hollow eyes lol!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5972350773414777749?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5972350773414777749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5972350773414777749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5972350773414777749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5972350773414777749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-dream-or-not-to-dream.html' title='To dream or not to dream...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpefIpKpRkI/AAAAAAAAA78/eagcAcMcgE4/s72-c/callahan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-8629358584168861135</id><published>2009-08-23T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:27:47.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Mind at work</title><content type='html'>Things are not always what you see them to be, there is always the prospect of deception, you tend to see things the way you want to and the way you believe to be true but not for what it really is. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see things for what they really are, then you see every being tormented by their demons, everyone appears fallible and vulnerable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost everyone... there are always a chosen few who seem so unperturbed by circumstances, people or even by a frothy mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 'always-happy' people are the ones who see things the way they want to, only the way they believe to be true. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are the others who actually see through deceptions and can clearly see reality, but they have seen so much of it already that it doesn't trill them anymore, they see it all but are unaffected, they are NOT happy but 'NUMB'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpEJat4hL5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/E_BwHBgdsDU/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpEJat4hL5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/E_BwHBgdsDU/s400/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086185027612562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does one get to that place where one isn't deceiving the self, hasn't become numb, but is truly happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;thinks&gt; &lt;thinks&gt;&lt;thinks&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpEJ7mWAjzI/AAAAAAAAA70/pdMIPYpT9zM/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpEJ7mWAjzI/AAAAAAAAA70/pdMIPYpT9zM/s400/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086749939502898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By choosing to see the beauty in the world and in all,&lt;br /&gt;By admiring their beauty and blessing them so their torments go away...&lt;br /&gt;By loving every soul, helping and being there for them always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've found the secret to lasting happiness...&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;/thinks&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-8629358584168861135?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/8629358584168861135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=8629358584168861135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8629358584168861135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8629358584168861135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-at-work.html' title='Mind at work'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SpEJat4hL5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/E_BwHBgdsDU/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5660043522543053816</id><published>2009-07-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proof of insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sleeping with the enemy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfoMZhVlRI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0RX-q1uYWn8/s1600-h/Purple_Purple_Anime_by_gerana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfoMZhVlRI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0RX-q1uYWn8/s320/Purple_Purple_Anime_by_gerana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361509181114651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;a href="http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-dream-i-wonder-and-therefore.html"&gt;Obituary to my dear cellfone&lt;/a&gt;, I've bought a new one now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should be really thrilled that I've found an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alternate&lt;/span&gt; someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can keep all my favorite snapshots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who i can blab my heart out to, until i post it out here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can remember everything i need to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can utter my thoughts to all those who matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can sing to me, sensing my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then why does it still feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i am being so insensitive...&lt;br /&gt;as if i am not mourning the loss of my dearly-beloved-one-for-the-past-2-years (my longest such association, am i imagining it or is its metallic substitute for a heart bleeding for me too?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i am sleeping with the enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to settle for a lesser substitute you know, but my mum's apparently  way too generous :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to the police station today with the mother for her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place stinks so much&lt;literally!&gt;&lt;literally&gt;, has gruesome photos of mutilated beings, cobwebs all over the dusty registers, lazy policemen who avoid you till their lack-of-dignity allows them to, patchy walkies saying something undecipherable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for obvious reasons, i dropped the idea-i-had-at-the-back-of-the-head.&lt;br /&gt;They failed the test.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't report the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's actually better - lighter, sleeker and has all the frills that i would have missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;Not difficult to get used to actually ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay, dear friends, but pray, just pray that whoever got their filthy hands on it lives a miserable life, dies a terrible death and suffers in hell for all eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/literally&gt;&lt;/literally!&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5660043522543053816?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5660043522543053816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5660043522543053816' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5660043522543053816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5660043522543053816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-obituary-to-my-dear-cellfone-ive.html' title='Sleeping with the enemy?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfoMZhVlRI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0RX-q1uYWn8/s72-c/Purple_Purple_Anime_by_gerana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-7225747477631413255</id><published>2009-07-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:30:23.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><title type='text'>I think, I dream, I wonder and therefore I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfmvBzaPHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/f787A5axnhk/s1600-h/girl_reading_book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfmvBzaPHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/f787A5axnhk/s320/girl_reading_book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361507577020169330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twist of fate, a bad day, things going wrong, getting up n the wrong side of the bed... i don't believe in any of these things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i do believe in though, is altering the 'twist of fate' into an event that had to occur, find meaning in the loss of time/money/energy/anything that one's too attached to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i am trying to come to grips with one such loss, i used to pride myself on being not as dependent on it, as my contemporaries are, but now i guess i was in denial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why won't i depend on someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can keep all my favourite snapshots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who i can blab my heart out to, until i post it out here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can remember everything i need to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can utter my thoughts to all those who matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who can sing to me, sensing my mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its true, i have lost my cellphone and i don't know how to even begin dealing with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell myself, its better that its gone because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who needs snapshots to record every other occurence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; when did i really make time and sit down to transfer all the thoughts from the phone to my online dwelling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the right music is therapheutic, but was also non-existent when required, even having em assorted playlists for all kind of moods weren't all that helpful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplistically speaking, the question is -&gt; Can i really live with a phone minus the frills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can live without the smapshots, that exposes not only me, but all the other wonderful people recorded on my fone, to malicious intent, when in hands of one without scruples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can live without the music, which more often than not, was just noise because it was unable to keep in pace with my change of moods, mostly useful in just shutting out even more undesirabe noise and thoughts-without-immediate-solutions... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i probably can and losing it won't hurt so bad either... i know i will lose the phone i am about to buy too, this isn't pessimism either, its just a cold, hard fact, coming from someone whose just lost her fourth fone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i certainly cannot live without is my personal diary, that i could always clutch within my palm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is in memory of you, my darling phone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3669249426583517669-7225747477631413255?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/7225747477631413255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=7225747477631413255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7225747477631413255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7225747477631413255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-dream-i-wonder-and-therefore.html' title='I think, I dream, I wonder and therefore I am...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SmfmvBzaPHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/f787A5axnhk/s72-c/girl_reading_book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2392352480985045255</id><published>2009-05-23T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:15:14.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello der! How’s life treating ya? No, wait… correction….How are you treating life???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you know that the falling dream is actually an indication of you having lost control of some aspect of your daily life? One of my friends gets that dream repeatedly but she’s not gonna buy into this… very cynical babe that one…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the Death dream actually symbolizes the death of worries in a person’s life! And indicates longevity and prosperity … had seen a very close friend in such a dream, was scared shitless and of course she did not fancy it either… yet &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;M brought a palmistry book yesterday, in which I saw that I have a psychic hand and have crosses in just the right place to make it as an occultist! Bring out the Crystal Ball already ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2392352480985045255?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2392352480985045255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2392352480985045255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2392352480985045255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2392352480985045255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-der-hows-life-treating-ya-no-wait.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3633607843670982350</id><published>2009-05-10T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City - The Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SghpyL3MbhI/AAAAAAAAA14/xkWNvrBDmi0/s1600-h/SexAndTheCity1-792881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SghpyL3MbhI/AAAAAAAAA14/xkWNvrBDmi0/s320/SexAndTheCity1-792881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334630069519019538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I saw Sex and the City - The Movie yesterday, was very excited to finally see it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But, it was not what I’d hoped it’d be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;For starters, it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a delightful look into the lives of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The saucy script was conspicuous by its absence, the only hilarious moment being &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; crapping her pants! lolzzz &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Otherwise, the movie left a bad taste in the mouth, something that happens only when one can’t digest what one has been put through!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Most importantly, what happened to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;‘Friendship Conquers All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;, which was the theme of all of the episodes! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Movie, on the other hand, was all about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;All-Important Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n’ &lt;/span&gt;as Carrie can’t believe she’s about to get married, gets left at the altar, sulks for most part of the movie, only to finally marry him – blaming it on ‘Love’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Happy Ending? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3633607843670982350?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3633607843670982350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3633607843670982350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3633607843670982350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3633607843670982350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-and-city-movie-review.html' title='Sex and the City - The Movie Review'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SghpyL3MbhI/AAAAAAAAA14/xkWNvrBDmi0/s72-c/SexAndTheCity1-792881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-23218442249836938</id><published>2009-04-24T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:18:42.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work n Play'/><title type='text'>All in a day's work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNHHXfPbjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1qrR1LfenRE/s1600-h/24042009108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNHHXfPbjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1qrR1LfenRE/s320/24042009108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328680975999135282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a quick drive and stopped for ice-creams at a gujju parlour, turn off your internal spell checks, ppl ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNHgXqIpUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pjLB23esnAI/s320/24042009106.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328681405541557570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNK55A-_QI/AAAAAAAAA1w/fkeZRVqdYWE/s320/24042009102.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328685142527376642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNIqdLFRdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fd2q4u9bYJg/s320/24042009109.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682678332245458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                    Later, a taxi strode right into office &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNKOgOxrzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RualL7WM68k/s320/18022009075.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328684397139963698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Grill Sandwich at Blossom's... Ummm Heaven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3669249426583517669-23218442249836938?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/23218442249836938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=23218442249836938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/23218442249836938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/23218442249836938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-office.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNHHXfPbjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1qrR1LfenRE/s72-c/24042009108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4258292683320318879</id><published>2009-04-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun-watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must-read'/><title type='text'>Hooked on for Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Sghxg3UrsMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/agrCGexcWH4/s1600-h/Shopaholicscenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Sghxg3UrsMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/agrCGexcWH4/s320/Shopaholicscenes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334638568040804546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a shopaholic - The movie was a whole lot of fun just like the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jml_MOEPA-s"&gt;trailers&lt;/a&gt; promised and yes the theatre was brimming with like, 90% girl population... i guess we can just smell a good chick flick in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Sghs0mm6yhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ipLWxUyq0XY/s1600-h/Gossip-Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Sghs0mm6yhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ipLWxUyq0XY/s320/Gossip-Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334633409593133586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchgossipgirl.com/"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/a&gt; - Yes, it sounds superficial, good thing is it doesn't claim to be anything else. The script's well written, witty, smart, bitchy... Music's darn good too and how can i forget the people look gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;Half the reason i watch is the clothes, styling &amp;amp; accessories, worth killing for!  Oh Yeah... has to be seen to be believed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Ascent of money&lt;br /&gt;         Niall Ferguson writes financial history in a such a simplified manner that rookies like       me can understand how it all works. Banks, debt and stock market don't seem so             daunting anymore. The book has turned into a popular &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-545930454338776455"&gt;Television Series&lt;/a&gt;, the music's catchy and the narration intriguing that no wonder its such a hit, but don't be fooled, its practically been read right out of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.stayhungrybook.com/"&gt;Stay Hungry Stay Foolish&lt;/a&gt; that takes a walk down memory lane into the lives of the          entrepreneurs of our time. People who said no to seven figure salaries to take plunge &amp;amp; those who crossed the bridge when they came to it, in all cases, Real inspiration.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must-read: &lt;a href="http://www.ignaciodarnaude.com/textos_diversos/Ultimate%20Reality,Adrian%20Cooper.pdf"&gt;Our Ultimate Reality&lt;/a&gt;, if you are the kind of person who wonders about Life, Universe and Everything, this book is what you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4258292683320318879?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4258292683320318879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4258292683320318879' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4258292683320318879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4258292683320318879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooked-for-good-by.html' title='Hooked on for Good'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Sghxg3UrsMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/agrCGexcWH4/s72-c/Shopaholicscenes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3656190111727166263</id><published>2009-03-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>Random snapshots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNCRd9Qk0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ve4rr-mU2-M/s1600-h/15032009087.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNCRd9Qk0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ve4rr-mU2-M/s320/15032009087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675651976205122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we vain or what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNETClT_uI/AAAAAAAAA0w/w_a7zqapO-U/s320/15032009086.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677878011002594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool Artwork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNFCLe99XI/AAAAAAAAA04/BC7-8j8qR8M/s320/22032009091.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678687854163314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mug i fell in love with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3656190111727166263?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3656190111727166263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3656190111727166263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3656190111727166263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3656190111727166263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-snapshots.html' title='Random snapshots...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SfNCRd9Qk0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ve4rr-mU2-M/s72-c/15032009087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5340460001029045594</id><published>2009-01-01T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:43:24.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXysaVv42aI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rBvhBGwCX8c/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295296830395439522" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXysaVv42aI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rBvhBGwCX8c/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As the decibels rose on the evening of the 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, the rooftop was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; place t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o be at and l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ike moths drawn to a fire, all of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;gathered. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The organizing committee comprising of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priyanka (CCD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priyanka (HP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gayatri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gautam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meenakshi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had organized some wonderful games. The event soon gained in momentum as the games begun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyu74wtOqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1djSovzLCUc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299605753051810" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyu74wtOqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1djSovzLCUc/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;First among them was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fevicol ka M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ajboot Jod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, for whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ch groups of 15 were forme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;d, a circle was made wherein each m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mber locked hands with the rest and alternate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mbers faced into and out of the circle. Once the hands were locked-in and positions fixed, the race was on!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There were five such teams and two raced at a time. Two got disqualified when hands lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;st their grip sometime during the pursuit of speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The finale between an all-girls team &amp;amp; all-boys team was a treat to watch, while t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;he rest of us picked sides, placed bets and cheered on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The complexity level was raised a bit this time, what with them racing dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;gonally this time. In the end though, it was a close call as the boys crossed the finish line just a few seconds before the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXywJmW53QI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-ckLsphupcQ/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300940842786050" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXywJmW53QI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-ckLsphupcQ/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Next was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum Saath Saath Hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; all the GCD teams were to move clockwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e in a circle till the music played, but when it stopped and the host, Madhav, announced a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;number,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; groups of that particular number were to be formed. Anyone found in a group of less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;er or greater number was disqualified. Most of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e people stuck loyally to the initial group they had formed, others switched when the tide changed. It was fun as scheming and strategy occupied everyone’s minds and staying in the game became a priority. One could tell how much people were enjoying this game, by the looks of distress on their faces when disqualified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXywrp8EpbI/AAAAAAAAAys/tiLr78XFiJE/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301525919540658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXywrp8EpbI/AAAAAAAAAys/tiLr78XFiJE/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kunal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sivakumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sameer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; were the five who sustained till the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyxfzgi88I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lv34tccpNNc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302421841638338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyxfzgi88I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lv34tccpNNc/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tug of War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being a question of strength was a big deal. Strategies abounded about who will stand ahead, who behind, where the girls should be placed etc. Both the teams were geared up to give their best. So in hindsight, it’s no real surprise that the rope gave way, leaving the participants placed relatively behind, with the impression that their team had won. After rejoicing a bit, they were made aware about the st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;atus of the rope. The feelings of disbelief over the broken rope and disappointment over ‘&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;’ fizzled out soon and the participants were seen congratulating each other at having successfully broken the rope. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyyBSOergI/AAAAAAAAAy8/RIyv_w2rS6E/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302997023043074" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyyBSOergI/AAAAAAAAAy8/RIyv_w2rS6E/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyzRmrAgaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Sm6NLpYy0oA/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295304376900944290" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyzRmrAgaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Sm6NLpYy0oA/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There were prizes for rar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e achievements like h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;avin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;g th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Maximum number of keys in a key ring; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winner –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sivakumar K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Possessor of red rimm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; spectacles; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winner – Rithesh Shetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Maximum number of buttons on an outfit – 80(!); &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winner – Pravina Raorane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The games sure took care o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;f the fun quotient, while als&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o making sure we interact with more than just our close coterie of friends and colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyz0aVM5_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/EyBA5dHJ1_I/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295304974883678194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXyz0aVM5_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/EyBA5dHJ1_I/s320/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The cake was then cut by some of our most experienced Lionites, after which cake &amp;amp; appetizers were gobbled up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXy0QRO2jHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sN4fTY57XGk/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295305453477465202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXy0QRO2jHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sN4fTY57XGk/s320/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;By then it was time to hit the dance floor and most took to it with ease. In true party spirit, everyone grooved to the beats as the DJ belted out popular numbers one after the other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295602198171033794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SX3CJFXDIMI/AAAAAAAAAz8/C11_zt806IU/s320/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was good fun&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; to see everybody's &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as they dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, tried to dance, stepped on toes and into a trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXy1ZUVhGgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kzAhklfmKAU/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295306708441176578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SXy1ZUVhGgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kzAhklfmKAU/s320/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Time seemed to fly by, as once dinner was had; it was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;on time to pack up and ship off, bringing to an end a truly memorable evening. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&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/3669249426583517669-5340460001029045594?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5340460001029045594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5514939460514297580</id><published>2008-12-31T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:33:41.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas carols'/><title type='text'>Carol singing Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbe6c996f41c6c51" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV2_fVpA7HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/08E69I8XXAM/s320/24122008%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been one helluva week, with us going LIVE with the carols on the three floors last wednesday, the potluck party on monday as well as the rooftop party yesterday! phew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carol practice, an hour daily for two weeks, before going LIVE on 24th, was like a breath of fresh air among the otherwise routine office life. Everyday felt like a friday... pure joy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3Br1s8K5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/UIeMWjtjDUA/s1600-h/24122008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286594496496937874" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3Br1s8K5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/UIeMWjtjDUA/s320/24122008%28005%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went off real well also, couldn't have gone any other way after the extensive practice i guess, Samy and Christie rocked with the guitars as usual, while ronson rocked as the seconds singer. All of our voices rang loud and clear as we brought to each bay on every floor, the christmassy feeling, never mind the sore throat at the end of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286594953078622786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3CGamfykI/AAAAAAAAAvg/39HrXDnZktM/s320/24122008%28019%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286594726819995842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3B5PuPIMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/twAfpnEeWWE/s320/24122008%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286594947380966706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3CGFYEdTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-2Me9SgMpv8/s320/000_9141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't really got a chance to miss the carol practice yet, cz our team &amp;amp; the GCD SBU found ways to keep us hooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A potluck party organised by the team required everyone to get a food item, making sure we had delicious food at its'authentic best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3qzAsRuBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T59tcm3nb80/s1600-h/IMAGE_134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286639699682768914" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV3qzAsRuBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T59tcm3nb80/s320/IMAGE_134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV32dX2GYVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5hrnrhzYFJ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286652522080395602" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV32dX2GYVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5hrnrhzYFJ8/s320/IMAGE_178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game 'Secret santa'(every1 brings a gift and dumps them in a garbage bag, once your turn comes to pick, you could choose to unwrap a gift or steal what someone else has. A gift can be stolen only twice.) took care of the fun quotient for hours on end, as we wiled away the monday happily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV32xItJYhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/N1WUmJmawxs/s1600-h/Image0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286652861613695506" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV32xItJYhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/N1WUmJmawxs/s320/Image0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV33BE3DO5I/AAAAAAAAAwA/WtKyoQTgNxE/s1600-h/Image0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286653135459400594" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV33BE3DO5I/AAAAAAAAAwA/WtKyoQTgNxE/s320/Image0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286653400078715570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV33QepNirI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ek9fGE_U7YE/s320/Image0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gifts involved dvd's of B grade flicks(!!!), calendars, comic books, cd cases, chocolates(lots of that), dinner sets, candles, showpieces, etc. There was a lot of stealing happening as the natural human tendencies took form. Everyone seemed to want what others had, thus rarely ending up with what you originally desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286653797248608338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV33nmN5KFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oQWMvbmgwHg/s320/IMAGE_153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286654023198663442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV330v8lYxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JSxtvgINhFc/s320/Image0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's rooftop party was good fun, where we gotto see everbody's &lt;em&gt;other side&lt;/em&gt; lolzzz, it was good fun as every1 danced and tried to dance, stepped on toes(sorry kunal) and into a trance. Finally when the sensible ones interceded, dinner was had and the last drop home taken.&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, one helluva week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3669249426583517669-7684392383569923853?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/7684392383569923853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=7684392383569923853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7684392383569923853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7684392383569923853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-one-helluva-week-with-us-going.html' title='Was that a Merry Xmas or what!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SV2_fVpA7HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/08E69I8XXAM/s72-c/24122008%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-6624308673794419593</id><published>2008-12-14T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:24:57.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Seeing your aura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c7IUcHM2I/AAAAAAAABAw/i9k-kVC59mY/s1600/aura+pics.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c7IUcHM2I/AAAAAAAABAw/i9k-kVC59mY/s400/aura+pics.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455894487694259042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It is not as mystical as it sounds, but once you see it... Of course, you can never go back to believing that all that you see is all there is. Your perception of Reality as it is gets modified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;See colors around you &amp;amp; people transforms you, because you start wondering what else might be, that i do not see? Could Guardian angels,  fairies &amp;amp; mermaids be real? ... as real as us at least, maybe just living in another reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I researched a bit on how to observe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.metaphysicalsolutions.com/energyfield.htm"&gt;aura colors &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and guess what, the following day when I was sitting idle at home, I tried the exercise I had read about and saw the color of my aura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It was crystal in color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It’s a very intriguing experience and makes you realize that the universe has a whole different side to it, one that can’t be directly seen and that ‘life’ as we call it, might actually be a transitory illusion.…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To see:&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hold your hand about 15 - 20 cms away from your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Make sure you have a plain neutral background (ideally white) so you can see the exact color and lighting should not be too bright/too dim. Try near balcony/window, wherever natural light flows in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Narrow your vision, defocus your eyes and begin to notice the space around your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gently hold and get used to that defocus but don't strain your eyes or tense your eyes or forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Concentrate! You need a gentle, steady un-focus; it is similar to day-dreaming. In other words, look at your hand and day-dream while noticing the space around your hand, you will start to lose focus while holding on to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Look at this spot for 30 to 60 seconds or longer. After 30 seconds analyze surroundings with your peripheral vision (from the corner of your eye), while still looking at the same spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Continuing the concentration is most important. Resist temptation to look around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You should see that the background nearby the person is brighter and has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; color than the background further away. This is your own perception of the Aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer you concentrate, the better you will see it. Remember, concentration on one spot increases your sensitivity by accumulating the effect of the Aura vibration reaching your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, you may become aware of distortions or waves - looking like a clear mist like the fumes petrol gives off initially.&lt;br /&gt;As you focus in on these, you may pick up on the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: When you need to blink, do so, or it will cause your eyes to tense and water. Blink normally and quickly without changing focus, and do not become preoccupied with it. It may cause the aura to disappear for a second, but it will reappear quickly if you stay relaxed and hold your focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason for this strange un-focus. Your outer field of vision is many times more sensitive than the focused area is. Have you ever seen a movement, out of the corner of your eye, only to turn and see nothing there? What you may have seen is an aura building up from something and your outer field of vision has detected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-living things have stronger aura’s than living beings, so you can try with books, idols etc first, it is better if the idol you choose fascinates you as you will be able to think about it and day-dream while noticing the space around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes practice to see the human aura, so don't be disappointed if you fail, or see very little, the first few times you try. If you managed to see the auric colors of the books, idols you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; learn to see the human aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using this training method stimulates the forehead chakra, which is responsible for this ability. With use, it will grow in strength, and become progressively easier to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same exercise can be applied to seeing auras around people. You'll be surprised at what you might notice. &lt;a href="http://www.thiaoouba.com/seeau.htm"&gt;Read more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-6624308673794419593?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/6624308673794419593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=6624308673794419593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6624308673794419593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6624308673794419593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-color-of-your-aura.html' title='Seeing your aura...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7c7IUcHM2I/AAAAAAAABAw/i9k-kVC59mY/s72-c/aura+pics.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-8005824441147444662</id><published>2008-12-14T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:44:32.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad at the world'/><title type='text'>Is it the kids or is this really all about you?</title><content type='html'>If I hear one more time that kids nowadays are so smart, they never made them like that in our ‘time’, I am going to puke and mind you I am talking about teenagers and twenty something’s talking like the oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to such remarks is just that there were plenty of smart kids in my ‘time’; I just wasn’t one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question I am leading up to is, by crediting the smarter kids to the changing times, are you in a way pacifying yourself that it’s okay; you weren’t that smart a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the kids or is this really all about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-8005824441147444662?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/8005824441147444662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=8005824441147444662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8005824441147444662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8005824441147444662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-kids-or-is-this-really-all-about.html' title='Is it the kids or is this really all about you?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-9013304174651728097</id><published>2008-12-11T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:44:54.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Smart Dog Who Doesn't Like Water</title><content type='html'>i chanced upon this video of a &lt;strong&gt;'Smart Dog Who Doesn't Like Water&lt;/strong&gt;' from The Ellen Degeneres Show. &lt;a href="http://www.yougottaseethisvideo.com/2007/04/video-from-ellen-degeneres-show-of.html"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-9013304174651728097?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/9013304174651728097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=9013304174651728097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/9013304174651728097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/9013304174651728097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/smart-dog-who-doesnt-like-water.html' title='Smart Dog Who Doesn&apos;t Like Water'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2614087008712746959</id><published>2008-12-11T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:48:01.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen Degeneres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lalita Iyer'/><title type='text'>Are you a cat person or a dog person?</title><content type='html'>I’ve heard this ‘I am a cat/dog person’ comment so much that it makes me wonder how animals can differentiate people into two categories – &lt;strong&gt;The Cat people&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Dog people&lt;/strong&gt;, just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it even more difficult to comprehend as I happen to love them only at the zoo. That said, I do have this warm feeling for the dogs while cats seem too self-centered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Lalita iyer, (the HT writer I am a big fan of) has an &lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=aa42fa48-a1c8-48a1-9536-cc75be50e2b3"&gt;interesting take&lt;/a&gt; on this. She claims guys tend to love cats because of similar characteristics (read lazy) and women, the perennial multi-taskers bond with the dogs better. Cool, eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a darn cool writer and is so good at what she does that after I read her food column on baking cakes, ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.in/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=ab09c0b3-cf12-4133-8ee0-c67f79a121ea"&gt;Bake, bhai bake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’, I actually made an edible chocolate cake. She just made it sound ‘oh-so-easy’ that I shopped for ingredients the same day and shocked the family on the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cats and dogs, Ellen degeneres actually had a mock poll (which people took very seriously, wonder why they get so personal about pets) on her show, for the &lt;strong&gt;Best Pet&lt;/strong&gt;, no prizes for guessing who the top contenders ended up being!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2614087008712746959?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2614087008712746959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2614087008712746959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2614087008712746959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2614087008712746959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-cat-person-or-dog-person.html' title='Are you a cat person or a dog person?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3483982849942263830</id><published>2008-12-11T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:49:44.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love - Musings about et al</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebratthebeanandbedlam.wordpress.com/2008/11/11/love-is-blind"&gt;Love is most certainly blind&lt;/a&gt;; I’ve noticed the formation of strange couples all through college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s induced (yes it can be induced), both by suffocating an insecure person with your presence, as well as by controlled visibility and being an assuring presence to a secure person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a third way that which intrigues me, which I just don’t understand, when it just happens, just clicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to fall in the third category and even more hopefully, the aforementioned blindness won’t infect me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3483982849942263830?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3483982849942263830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3483982849942263830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3483982849942263830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3483982849942263830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-musings-about-et-al.html' title='Love - Musings about et al'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-895065744656297437</id><published>2008-12-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:15:14.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon smiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Moon smiley</title><content type='html'>The other day Jupiter, Venus and the moon arranged themselves in a spectacular fashion so as to smile benevolently at us, our friends in the west were not so lucky as they had to made do with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzubeMWCQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/eKe55OR8ew4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzu_2ZbWVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/T0u5NkCEdfM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355644072712530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzu_2ZbWVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/T0u5NkCEdfM/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355641918538706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzu_uX1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/IE3RYbhn4R4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355650960311714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzvAQDjxaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nT-IQWxY84U/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here's the frown the americans saw, No wonder they weren't as excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277356455497351090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 274px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzvvFMIv7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/LtCVGcG9zp8/s320/frown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                            Amazing, huh! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/3669249426583517669-895065744656297437?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/895065744656297437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=895065744656297437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/895065744656297437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/895065744656297437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/moon-smiley.html' title='Moon smiley'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STzu_2ZbWVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/T0u5NkCEdfM/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2484983565214536632</id><published>2008-12-07T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:56:40.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277362269941124466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz1BhrjzXI/AAAAAAAAAto/s6SYShQuMsQ/s320/fhfghj.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love the ones who treat you right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz1o8sn1FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fmHyQxCsAGI/s1600-h/untitledmj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277362947208238162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz1o8sn1FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fmHyQxCsAGI/s320/untitledmj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about the ones who don’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277362691590341378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz1aEckQwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/G9sT8Awatd4/s320/lvly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Believe everything happens for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz2JDh0jZI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4hOM9Tak2JI/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277363498797796754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz2JDh0jZI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4hOM9Tak2JI/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nobody said life would be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277364651856793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz3MLAgjxI/AAAAAAAAAuI/u8UX9biKE8k/s320/untitled56.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277365013955640194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz3hP7me4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WA29uIqPgmU/s320/sds.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2484983565214536632?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2484983565214536632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2484983565214536632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2484983565214536632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2484983565214536632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-too-short-to-wake-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STz1BhrjzXI/AAAAAAAAAto/s6SYShQuMsQ/s72-c/fhfghj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3644172403533916231</id><published>2008-12-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa Johns'/><title type='text'>I was having a good time, but then we ate at Papa John's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7N45f9ngpI/AAAAAAAAA-U/KQnm0A2EyRc/s1600/papa-johns-pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7N45f9ngpI/AAAAAAAAA-U/KQnm0A2EyRc/s320/papa-johns-pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454836502903620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.png" alt="" /&gt;My colleagues and me were eyeing the newly introduced Tandoori pizza's at Papa John's for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one not so fine day, we ventured in to avail of the &lt;strong&gt;Papa John's Introductory offer for the new Tandoori Pizzas - Buy One Medium pizza and get 'pizza for one' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(more like 'pizza for one kid', they left that out somehow) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a good time, but then we ate at Papa John's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entirely at blame, got enticed by their tandoori pizzas which looked so good on paper, how do they do that? Snap some other pizza? Or take a close-up of the teeny tiny pizzas they offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this: The tandoori paneer and tandoori chicken looked exactly the same with negligible amounts of chicken/ paneer respectively and with large doses of tomato, onion, corn… (screams)was more like an halfcooked utappam than a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big red chillies, I thought, would be a saving grace, adding spice to the sad ordeal, but apparently that was too much to ask, the chillies were actually sour!!!(never seen that happen before, hence the special mention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity is less too, (that could be a good thing in retrospect) with the regular (normally 7-inches), they call it ‘pizza for one’ here (more like 'pizza for one kid', rolling eyes), being smaller than 6-inches and medium (normally 10-inches) being about 8-inches here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paneer is white by the way, my veggie friends seemed to have a problem with that, I can still hear them say: 'if it’s tandoori, it’s gotto be red'.&lt;br /&gt;They have a point actually, after all we eat out even for the frills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Saif said in the movie Salaam Namaste (wow, m quoting movies now) that: The wife is like ‘ghar ka khana’, when people are eating out, they expect a mistress.&lt;br /&gt;(Saif played a Chef+Hotel Owner in the movie, that should take care of your wild imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the same day, I ordered the Chicken Bonanza from smoking joe’s (it doesn’t get better than that, very juicy chicken… mouth watering really) which finally satiated my pizza craving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3644172403533916231?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3644172403533916231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3644172403533916231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3644172403533916231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3644172403533916231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-having-good-time-but-then-we-ate.html' title='I was having a good time, but then we ate at Papa John&apos;s...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7N45f9ngpI/AAAAAAAAA-U/KQnm0A2EyRc/s72-c/papa-johns-pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-318439162248584170</id><published>2008-12-05T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:40:39.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The terror attacks have left a scar for sure, I feared going to the gateway of anger (like the news channels put it) to avoid any possible repercussions, if the terrorists turned up there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The govt too must have feared for the people there as they have imposed section 144 in Mumbai, i.e no more than 4 people can assemble at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing can really be said about them put that into action, as the smoking ban which was imposed similarly is more like a joke with policemen sharing ciggies with the civilans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-318439162248584170?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/318439162248584170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=318439162248584170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/318439162248584170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/318439162248584170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/12/terror-attacks-have-left-scar-for-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4228294576004393462</id><published>2008-11-29T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:04:39.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War on Mumbai - child's tantrum or nefarious attack?</title><content type='html'>Terror attacks in the city have been numbing more than anything. Nobody expected them to strike so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is safe nowhere, neither in the trains nor in the five star hotels. Before I feel ready to go to work, I will have to face a chilling truth and admit to myself that my life might not end the way I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want people to believe that they are avenging some injustice by causing more harm. I feel like addressing the terrorists, counseling them and most importantly listening to them and their grievances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they just want to be heard and understood. Their attacks are more like kids’ tantrums to get his mothers’ attention than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our search for a sophisticated motive, we overlook the ones that come naturally to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i don't know how such completely brainwashed minds can be shown the light of day, it still looks better to me than war which seems to be in the offing, what with all proof pointing only one way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4228294576004393462?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4228294576004393462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4228294576004393462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4228294576004393462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4228294576004393462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/11/terror-attacks-in-city-have-been.html' title='War on Mumbai - child&apos;s tantrum or nefarious attack?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3219089673966068786</id><published>2008-11-28T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>Dostana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STLXXlbl0EI/AAAAAAAAAsE/IBjuUJBf3qI/s1600-h/dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274514913789071426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 305px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STLXXlbl0EI/AAAAAAAAAsE/IBjuUJBf3qI/s320/dos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't know what is not to like about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling constrained to write about this after having heard time and again from ppl who have been dissapointed by the candyfloss flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have a problem with its frivolity, but then again what did they expect, considering the movie features two very masculine guys playing gay for crying out loud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Abhishek was way too convincing as the effeminate one, so what? Let the man play what comes naturally to him and lets give him credit for actually having more than one expression on his face this time (reference: Drona) and john was expressionless, none not even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka clearly stole the show for me, both acting and did i mention looks wise(Stunning clothes, make-up, accesories and of course body!!!) , playing the part to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie made for a great visual(read priyanka, john, cadilacs, miami, Abhi who?) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STLXX2OjNOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Y8SZSTSokMY/s1600-h/Dostana_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274514918297777378" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STLXX2OjNOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Y8SZSTSokMY/s320/Dostana_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, you get your moneys' worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3219089673966068786?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3219089673966068786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3219089673966068786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3219089673966068786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3219089673966068786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/11/dostana.html' title='Dostana'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/STLXXlbl0EI/AAAAAAAAAsE/IBjuUJBf3qI/s72-c/dos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5229104574053984075</id><published>2008-11-27T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting cals'/><title type='text'>Calorie consciousness or Afraid of not being perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SS6ScqkUQeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OeGvnPAufWo/s1600-h/vf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273313234858033634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 206px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SS6ScqkUQeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OeGvnPAufWo/s320/vf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen people aspiring to achieve some delusional standard of beauty... refusing food all the time to keep up the facade of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who doesn't follow these norms is as if not expected to feel beautiful even if they do feel good about who they are, that is when it came to me... Is this obsession really calorie consciousness? or fear of not being perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it about taking care of your body? or about fitting in? being accepted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5229104574053984075?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5229104574053984075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5229104574053984075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5229104574053984075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5229104574053984075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/11/calorie-consciousness-or-afraid-of-not.html' title='Calorie consciousness or Afraid of not being perfect?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/SS6ScqkUQeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OeGvnPAufWo/s72-c/vf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-409156854428111985</id><published>2008-08-26T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Housewives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><title type='text'>Thought garnered from Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7NxPBcYjaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8q0KZcpYeBY/s1600/desperate-housewives-700256.jpg1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7NxPBcYjaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8q0KZcpYeBY/s200/desperate-housewives-700256.jpg1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454828076575264162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was reminded why I watch desperate housewives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the episode ended, the narrator said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What people are most afraid of are not Gruesome masks, not Giant spiders and Huge Monsters, what people are most afraid of is their own terrifying questions, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera pans on every leading lady; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bree&lt;/span&gt;: did I do the right thing?;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;: is he really unhappy?;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eedie&lt;/span&gt;: Has the chance for true love passed me by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then the camera pans on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who has just got the news that after months of extensive chemotherapy, he cancer is fin&lt;/span&gt;ally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone): &lt;/span&gt;We see her watching her kids sleep from the hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...  the only way we survive these terrifying fears is by knowing, &lt;strong&gt;What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger&lt;/strong&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/3669249426583517669-409156854428111985?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/409156854428111985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=409156854428111985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/409156854428111985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/409156854428111985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-garnered-from-desperate.html' title='Thought garnered from Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7NxPBcYjaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8q0KZcpYeBY/s72-c/desperate-housewives-700256.jpg1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2733119209723904801</id><published>2008-08-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:15:14.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey... just cleared SCJP with a 77% ... feels like a big load has been lifted off my head... like i have finally completed my responsibility or something, so it's great ... m reading this great book from on The Art of Strategy by Partha Bose who has used the life of Alexander The Great, yeah the conqueror of most of india as a reference point to grant insight into the world of strategy...n picked up this book by u guessed it Mario Puzo, The fourth K, 1st few K's are supposed to be the Kennedy's... yeah doesnt sound too awesome but picked it up jus cz its a puzo, if he's even half as good as he was when he wrote The Godfather, The Last Don , The Sicilian and Omerta... it's well worth a read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2733119209723904801?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2733119209723904801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2733119209723904801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2733119209723904801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2733119209723904801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1292059823692536562</id><published>2008-04-08T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:23:40.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>-A forgotten victory-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i loved this poem, its from helium.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad about you and mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;Mad at you for thousand reasons and no-reasons,&lt;br /&gt;For not knowing, I am mad at you,&lt;br /&gt;For not believing, I am mad about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I offer with this heart and nothing?&lt;br /&gt;I have neither riches nor a promise of many years,&lt;br /&gt;I have little time that I want to spend with you,&lt;br /&gt;So little is this desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words that can do this Impossible .&lt;br /&gt;Give me the courage to show you my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I am your forgotten victory for a thousand years...&lt;br /&gt;Claim or destroy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-1292059823692536562?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1292059823692536562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-6336596948555053688</id><published>2007-11-22T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:08:28.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courage is knowing what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-6336596948555053688?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/6336596948555053688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4504456027030982363</id><published>2007-11-22T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>'Wise beyond years'</title><content type='html'>My perception of me was thus. It shook yesterday, i came to terms with the reality of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i am just a fresher sunk in : Inexperienced and raw and that others expect nothing much of me, so i took the liberty of  reducing  my expectations of myself (finally!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not come at an easy price. Debugging your own programs is never easy and this was years and years of malfunctioned programming that had gone into making me and my Mountain-sized ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything good that happened to me was a reinforcement of it , while every failure crushed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either exhilaration or grave depression for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains my fits when anyone insulted, blood boiled even when i did deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reality check has gotten me to start to actually live in the moment rather than in some fantasy land where i am the Next Bill Gates/Miss Universe/Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i am just anu, a nobody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone who might be somebody someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and i could'nt be there tomorrow, if i was'nt here today so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; i am very thankful for being here and for who i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at all i am proud of being me, it is only of my ability to Debugging my own programming ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4504456027030982363?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4504456027030982363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4504456027030982363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4504456027030982363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4504456027030982363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/11/wise-beyond-years.html' title='&apos;Wise beyond years&apos;'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-7784331263880821635</id><published>2007-11-18T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>My FunPix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=792633534418344896&amp;amp;site=widget-c0.slide.com" style="width: 400px; 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    &lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be satisfied with a little, is the greatest wisdom; and he that increaseth his riches, increaseth his cares; but a contented mind is a hidden treasure, and trouble findeth it not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="bodybold"&gt; Akhenaton&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/oprahwinfr163087.html"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; David Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can't lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="bodybold"&gt; Bill Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Failure is success if we learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Malcolm Forbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask others about themselves, at the same time, be on guard not to talk too much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mortimer Adler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand is to perceive patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaiah Berlin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply yourself both now and in the next life. Without effort, you cannot be prosperous. Though the land be good, You cannot have an abundant crop without cultivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only true wisdom is in &lt;span&gt;knowing you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;To &lt;span&gt;conquer fear&lt;/span&gt; is the beginning of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success consists of &lt;span&gt;going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-6675942616197867865?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/6675942616197867865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=6675942616197867865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6675942616197867865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6675942616197867865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-be-satisfied-with-little-is-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1064176543122042584</id><published>2007-11-12T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sawariya - A Rare Movie . . .</title><content type='html'>To Love and Win is the Best Thing;&lt;br /&gt;To Love and Lose is the Next Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who understand that, Sawariya is a beautiful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay Leela Bhansali himself said in one of his interviews that&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited love is his favourite form of love.He believed that, it&lt;br /&gt;was the only way Love lasted forever and that romance begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;when people begin to take their loved ones for granted once in their&lt;br /&gt;hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him in the fact that there is a different beauty in&lt;br /&gt;losing your love as long as you know they are happy.The dull ache in&lt;br /&gt;the heart is something i know i miss when i recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! So Great minds do think alike after all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful picturesque movie, exactly what Hollywood calls a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breaking into a melodious songs happens for a good reason each&lt;br /&gt;time and not just for the sake of it -&gt; A True rarity in Bollywood,&lt;br /&gt;not just the timely occurence of songs but also the melody contained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it took 3 years for Monty Singh compose the music, years well&lt;br /&gt;spent i say.&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks whether this one sets the cash registers ringing or not,&lt;br /&gt;it sure has a chance of bringing the coveted Golden statuette home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have easily shown the idyllic picture of the hero and the&lt;br /&gt;heroine walking away in the sunset which the average indian audience&lt;br /&gt;is so accustomed to seeing that every time it does'nt happen,&lt;br /&gt;something in us revolts, Remember Titanic? and scores of other such&lt;br /&gt;movies which makes us want to yell out 'Why did it have it have to end&lt;br /&gt;that way?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure takes guts to defy convention and especially when crores of&lt;br /&gt;rupees are at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute the man for having the courage to follow his heart which sure&lt;br /&gt;will give him a sense of pride in his product;&lt;br /&gt;Something even tasting Box office success Bigtime cannot bring if one&lt;br /&gt;has compromised one's product just to make it more commercially viable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Ann3004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-1064176543122042584?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1064176543122042584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=1064176543122042584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1064176543122042584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1064176543122042584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/11/sawariya-rare-movie.html' title='Sawariya - A Rare Movie . . .'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3271259067435459882</id><published>2007-11-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to lose a job'/><title type='text'>How to Lose a Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Ry6jXkBf_TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6LlaoVwNj3U/s1600-h/aba0007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Ry6jXkBf_TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6LlaoVwNj3U/s320/aba0007l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216650823859506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trust me, i have enough expertise to write this so i thought i'll share my knowledge, i am finally laughing at myself through this and THAT as far as i know is the first step to moving on ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;U can treat this as a comprehensive guide to WHAT NOT TO DO... enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Get the often repeated Aptitude test paper of the previous years and base all your hopes on it, don't study anything else and Voila! The format gets completely changed for the first time ever exclusively for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2)When you hear about negative marking of 0.25 , take extra care about positive marking and mark only the answers which you are certain are correct even if those answers lie in only one section which leads you to exclaim after the paper "oh sh**, is there sectional cut-off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3)In the last round after you have been promised the job,  when  the interviewer (a biggie of a small but very successful company) asks you why you want to leave your previous job say "There is growth, but this branch i am working in is not huge "  which leads him to say "My company is also not huge, so that means you'll leave me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) When asked "Where do you see yourself in 3 years ?" say -&gt; Working abroad in the technology you are training me in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all i have for now ... but will surely update this with more of my pearls of wisdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lesson learnt: Complacency does KILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life has always been about ... Win some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                  Lose some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Ultimate aim though is -&gt; To Win all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but until then i can keep laughing at myself and yes, u can keep enjoying at my expense! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3271259067435459882?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3271259067435459882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3271259067435459882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3271259067435459882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3271259067435459882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-lose-job.html' title='How to Lose a Job!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Ry6jXkBf_TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6LlaoVwNj3U/s72-c/aba0007l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3962678269476885209</id><published>2007-10-29T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How much is too much?</title><content type='html'>When does one know its time to draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Attachment possible without possessiveness kicking in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it does kick in, what can be done to cure it ... Is mere denial enough? or one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to face facts and harder still ... Face People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok to want something? and Hate the world and everything that belongs to it when you don't get what you desire even though you know its illogical as you know you were never meant to get it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you didn't want to want it ... but now that its gone, you realise u did and miss it being there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do when one realises one has taken one of life's most precious gifts for granted and now cant bear the thought of losing the spot of prominence in the loved one's life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3962678269476885209?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3962678269476885209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3962678269476885209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3962678269476885209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3962678269476885209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much?'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1952367082633535608</id><published>2007-10-26T04:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:16.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHNO0Bf_RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kJAoJycTz40/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125603505291132178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHNO0Bf_RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kJAoJycTz40/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Value the friend who for u finds time on his calendar, but Cherish the friend who for u does not consult his calendar . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-1952367082633535608?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1952367082633535608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=1952367082633535608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1952367082633535608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1952367082633535608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHNO0Bf_RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kJAoJycTz40/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5533613237437536048</id><published>2007-10-24T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>Pearl? OR  Drop? What do u wanna be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHO1EBf_SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eaRjjJ9fznw/s1600-h/join_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125605261932756258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHO1EBf_SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eaRjjJ9fznw/s320/join_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a drop of water falls in lake there is no identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shines like a pearl, So choose the best place where you would shine . . .&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/3669249426583517669-5533613237437536048?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5533613237437536048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5533613237437536048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5533613237437536048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5533613237437536048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/10/pearl-or-drop-what-do-u-wanna-be.html' title='Pearl? OR  Drop? What do u wanna be!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RyHO1EBf_SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eaRjjJ9fznw/s72-c/join_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-3691248009063802822</id><published>2007-10-23T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><title type='text'>Fate ... Heart ... Friends</title><content type='html'>We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of acts of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATE DETERMINES WHO COMES INTO OUR  LIVES.....HEART DETERMINES WHO STAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-3691248009063802822?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/3691248009063802822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=3691248009063802822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3691248009063802822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/3691248009063802822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/10/fate-heart-friends.html' title='Fate ... Heart ... Friends'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-219106325585717472</id><published>2007-10-23T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnist'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya Pumpkins! i know i have been missing from action for quite a while ... i attribute that to all the perks that come with a gruelling job hunt, deciding where u want to be and then finally settling IN! but then again being the vagabond i am, u never know for how long that is unless i find someplace that just makes me stay with the warm culture, great work ethic and growth prospects. Now cmon' is that too much to ask or am i just hallucinating !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what finally prompted me to write is the fact that i was shocked out of my wits and am still in shock actually even though the incident happened yesterday! My cell got stolen THRICE and this time from my bag from (quite literally) under my nose, but to my credit there was no place to move and i don't exactly know when it happened ... Yes, m talking about an unfortunate incident in the local trains of Mumbai!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how other people's misfortunes tend to make u feel better, i met a woman while coming today whose pass even got stolen along with her cellphone, since then i am feeling a bit better but not for long until i realized that we had both done the same stupid mistake of leaving it in the front pocket of the purse, so all you dearies reading this BEWARE n BE ON HIGH ALERT lest the same misfortune befall you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now m taking ma shell shocked demeanour and getting out of here... Have a good day ... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-219106325585717472?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/219106325585717472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=219106325585717472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/219106325585717472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/219106325585717472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/10/heya-pumpkins-i-know-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1794909944877854596</id><published>2007-09-13T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn/Winter Collection 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caroline Charles'/><title type='text'>Caroline Charles Autumn/Winter Collection 2007 London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoMwLfptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/31vM9SUVoNs/s1600-h/couture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109910749064050162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoMwLfptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/31vM9SUVoNs/s320/couture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has kicked the bar up a notch with these Posh, Elegant , Feminine and Girly dresses accessorized perfectly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Rupp67fptrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VNn4aZRm8iE/s1600-h/neckpiece.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110013188329027250" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/Rupp67fptrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VNn4aZRm8iE/s320/neckpiece.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whereas Satin still screams sophistication, though what caught my eye was the experimentation with the neckpieces ... Interesting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoO-7fptkI/AAAAAAAAADA/GeUFjSlJnBA/s1600-h/sm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109913201490376258" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoO-7fptkI/AAAAAAAAADA/GeUFjSlJnBA/s320/sm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- Casual chic was also well-defined with nicely cut tops over sleek minis and stockings . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors were light on the eye ... i love this peach blouse on the darker toned skirt given an edge with the just the right necklace! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109921967518627442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoW9LfptnI/AAAAAAAAADY/xRaVYpsBbdM/s320/nck.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109921971813594770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoW9bfptpI/AAAAAAAAADo/bfMwNKn61cY/s320/swnky.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate wear just got cooler!!&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109921971813594754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoW9bfptoI/AAAAAAAAADg/bbfVhw4I1iM/s320/sm2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109921971813594786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoW9bfptqI/AAAAAAAAADw/T6lB7Kb0ehk/s320/d+wrap+up.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's a Wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&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/3669249426583517669-1794909944877854596?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1794909944877854596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=1794909944877854596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1794909944877854596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1794909944877854596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/09/caroline-charles-autumnwinter.html' title='Caroline Charles Autumn/Winter Collection 2007 London'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/RuoMwLfptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/31vM9SUVoNs/s72-c/couture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-7298091324162497995</id><published>2007-09-12T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:21:21.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Life goes on no matter what...</title><content type='html'>When we feel we have nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;And we are sure that the song has ended&lt;br /&gt;When our day seems over and the shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness of night has descended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can we go to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;To valiantly keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find the hand that will dry&lt;br /&gt;The tears that the heart is crying.&lt;br /&gt;There’s but one place to go and that is to God&lt;br /&gt;And, dropping all pretense and pride,&lt;br /&gt;We can pour out our problems without restraint&lt;br /&gt;And gain strength from Him at our side.&lt;br /&gt;And together we stand at life’s crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And view what we think is the end&lt;br /&gt;But God has a much bigger vision&lt;br /&gt;And He tells us it’s only a bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the road goes on and is smoother&lt;br /&gt;And the pause in the song is a rest&lt;br /&gt;And the part that’s unsung and unfinished&lt;br /&gt;Is the sweetest and richest and best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rest and relax and grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;Let go and let God share your load&lt;br /&gt;Your work is not finished or ended,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve just come to a bend in the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-7298091324162497995?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/7298091324162497995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=7298091324162497995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7298091324162497995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7298091324162497995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-goes-on-no-matter-what.html' title='Life goes on no matter what...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-9138259771041293902</id><published>2007-08-31T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:28:23.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination is at the center of all we call love . . .</title><content type='html'>I happened to come across this quote. As I pondered through it … I found it so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all what is love? And why is everyone’s definition of it .. so very different , yeah! You guessed it right .&lt;br /&gt;Because it depends solely upon each one’s imagination as to what each one makes of it!&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I am relieved coz never having been in love is not so bad now ..I am just not imaginative enough :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-9138259771041293902?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/9138259771041293902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=9138259771041293902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/9138259771041293902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/9138259771041293902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/08/imagination-is-at-center-of-all-we-call.html' title='Imagination is at the center of all we call love . . .'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-792476086649398198</id><published>2007-08-18T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'>Marks...An Over-Rated Commodity???</title><content type='html'>I calculated my marks – the way I have never calculated&lt;br /&gt;Found out the marks of every year !&lt;br /&gt;My aggregate has come upto 54.34%&lt;br /&gt;Its not fantastic! But I am satisfied . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself why and got this answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because my aim in these 5 years has never been marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks – I used to forget about it now and then; it was as if I had this ‘Been there done that’ feeling about marks. (I had done well in my 10th , 11th and 12th) so I got bored of scoring (oh yeah that happens to me) … I even get bored of winning and that’s when I know it’s time to change the game .. I have this conquer and move ahead kinda thinking and then I never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then was I aimless all these years … I think NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an aim for which I have scoured all possible articles, read every other magazine and book to get closer to my ideal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess .. my ideal was and has been for a while .. just to shape me .. to artistically create what I want to make of Anu .. my mind is always churning new ways to cross that next road block that stops me from me becoming who I want to be …Which is why I am absolutely sure .. ill get there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine had actually told me once that in your race to get somewhere else , it shouldn’t be that you don’t stop and enjoy where you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh kats ! how do you know me so well but then again of course you do .. because you are the only person who I actually update when I cross every other ‘road - block’ .. thanks for listening and never mind the ‘u r always saying something ’ attitude of your's ! huh! (winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am enjoying the ride and cherishing what I have actually achieved in these five years ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have achieved a kickass personality , THIS is my GOLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-792476086649398198?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/792476086649398198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=792476086649398198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/792476086649398198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/792476086649398198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-calculated-my-marks-way-i-have-never.html' title='Marks...An Over-Rated Commodity???'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-8564344909505246247</id><published>2007-08-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I now realise what &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Self-Motivation&lt;/span&gt; is all about . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was travelling to college to study during my preparatory leave for my Semester 8 exams, when i bumped into this school friend of mine. She did seem thrilled to see me bt could/would not talk ..later i realised she could not as she had been practising for her play all of the previous day. . .  but there was a serenity about her . .  She was happy,satisfied and more importantly Content!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; i envied her peace . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon she got up ,leaned out of the train and started taking pictures of the sun by the sea . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i envied her job. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon i heard myself rattling on and on to her about how unsure i am about this whole engineering thing and whether i am actually cut out for it .She heard me out patiently and then said you dont know what you are cut out for unless you experience it and rightly enough mugging from books does'nt make for experience as an engineer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She then said you can be anything you want to be . . but for that you've got to know what you are NOT and what if This is what you want to be .This got me thinking what if i lose out on this 'opportunity ' due to my small- sightedness . . .  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I now realise what Self-Motivation is all about . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am more Self-Aware now and don't easily crib about life . . i watch my words now and more importantly my thoughts which is why that smile hardly leaves my face . . .  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-8564344909505246247?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/8564344909505246247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=8564344909505246247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8564344909505246247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8564344909505246247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-now-realise-what-self-motivation-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-8793725690835300905</id><published>2007-07-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'>This is what life finally boils down to -&gt; Living!</title><content type='html'>This must be my most intimate post ever ... deepest thoughts revealed ... darkest questions answered ... life unveiled ... peace finally overflows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been searching for the purpose of life since a while now, here's what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Journey begins here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Hatha Yoga, there are seven chakras in our body situated in areas ranging from the Base of the Spine (1st chakra) to the Upper Brain (7th chakra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work "chakra" comes from the Sanskrit language of India and translated, means "wheel." Indians believe the body contains seven main chakras, arranged vertically from the base of the spine to the top of the head. These chakras are thought of as spinning vortexes of energy, thus wheels of light.&lt;br /&gt; Each chakra is associated with particular functions within the body and with specific life issues and the way we handle them, both inside ourselves and in our interactions with the world.&lt;br /&gt;Chakras can be thought of as sites where we receive, absorb, and distribute life energies. Through external situations and internal habits, a chakra can become either deficient or excessive, and imbalanced.&lt;br /&gt; The lower chakras focus on details such as our home, family, and emotions, while the upper chakras focus on the spiritual aspect of our lives. All of the chakras affect one another and work together.&lt;br /&gt; By balancing our chakras, we also balance our lives.&lt;br /&gt; The 7th chakra is located at the crown of the head and serves as the crown of the entire chakra system, symbolizing the highest state of enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt; The function of the 7th chakra is connection with the infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art, Christ is depicted with a halo around his head. This could represent the awakened spirituality of the 7th chakra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of the 7th chakra is thought/cosmic consciousness/nirvana/Christ consciousness/Krishna consciousness/moksha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all essentially the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the state one is in when one has achieved the 1st chakra of meditation, also called 'Super Consciousness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western culture acknowledges this achievement as the Unity of mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Any disunity has often led us to say, "I am feeling beside myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try meditating and you will know what I mean … you will get distracted by one thought or the other; even the body might start twitching just because it doesn't want a master. We are usually at war with ourselves, wanting different things at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this state of balance, one is said to be able to experience every other being around for miles e.g.: He can even feel the anxiety with which a mound of ants go about their work!!&lt;br /&gt;The same way that God feels and knows all of us . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in this state he is one with God himself and doesn't ever want to return to the petty turmoil's of the world...This explains how the sadhu's meditate for years on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God himself is explained in various religions with the concept of three ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Christianity describes him as: The Holy Trinity; The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit, All are different BUT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Hinduism describes him as: The Creator Bramha, The Preserver Vishnu and The Destroyer Shiva. All are different BUT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Time is Past, Present and Future. All are different BUT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Consciousness is Sub Consciousness, Consciousness and Super Consciousness... All are different BUT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing but HIM! …There is ONLY Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had created man in his likeness so he could live life through him, which is why we have challenges placed in front of us time and again …so that God can live through everything and experience himself to the fullest. NO! This is no Exaggeration ...the expanse of one mind is so huge ...the shades one person can take are so diverse (There are dark and light shades to every person)... that knowing who one truly is CAN be a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been created by him and for him so that he can experience every possible emotion through us, later we all return to HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he is trying to experience life through us ... Why are so many of us trying to become like him by attaining moksha/nirvana /Christ Consciousness/Krishna Consciousness… then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is this ongoing hunt for spirituality all about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to understand is that Life is given to us, only for really living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can live it to the fullest only by being true to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing only what the Inner voice tells us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I strongly believe this inner voice is GOD himself as I have got the best solutions often just through introspection or as I like to call it through communication with GOD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not dismissing our First instincts (such as give to the poor when your first instinct is to give)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY loving first ourselves unconditionally!!! (without any condition just as we are, not a few pounds lighter, not one promotion later) because how can we love others if we don't love ourselves … Else how can we give what we ourselves do not possess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we cannot believe is that it's all so simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to bear ourselves … We need to celebrate ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to KNOW that we are Worthy... we need to LIVE...&lt;br /&gt;To love ... To hurt . . . To be happy. . . To be distraught ... Because ‘now' is all there is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-8793725690835300905?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/8793725690835300905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=8793725690835300905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8793725690835300905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8793725690835300905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-life-finally-boils-down-to.html' title='This is what life finally boils down to -&gt; Living!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-6682968952138752051</id><published>2007-06-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>So that was it .. everyone goes their own way ..</title><content type='html'>But before that, We decided to go for our own little trip to a land Far,Far away ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was called Arnala ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so pretty the whole way that i realized how much i miss the lush greens n earthy houses of my native land :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand Resort was checked out first but rejected soon because some people with an affinity for Public Loos did'nt find the place good enough then finally lodged in a hotel .. named Green Paradise resort! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay No paradise but green it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room provided us with some wet beds dumped on top of each other with NO MIRROR ..the girls would have gone into SHOCK ..&lt;br /&gt;but i came to the rescue with my shining MIRROR! (Big grin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made the best of it .. (by staying away from the room as much as possible .. unless absolutely necessary!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized people were REALLY hungry when i saw them feeding themselves the upma and poha.Upma was utterly clumpy but the i liked the poha(maybe due to the generous presence of potatoes) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to hit the pool .. God bless sandy for being "Oh so careful" and getting an extra bunch of clothing .. giving me an opportunity to take a dip :D where Srividya had clearly mastered the art of floating in water !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us tried n tried n tried and only sandy succeeded later while Joan just sat pretty n entertained us with her dance routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water got to us after a while and after changing .. we set off for another adventure ..Explored a well ..................BY ENTERING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious when Sri got a call in the well and everyone around went .." I' m Well " while Reef gave some good advice of the form : 'If ur scared , just look down' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was had by all hence and this time no one complained except for the hard work that went into finding 'soft puris' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was followed by a round of dumb charades; was intended to shake off the lethargia but what really woke us up was the chai and golas later .. Umm .. Anurag won the Gola eating Marathon after eating 7 closely followed by saagar at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the evening set in .. We began walking toward Arnala Beach ..There was a good attempt at the Baywatch routine ...................by the GUYS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which everyone got emotional and took snaps with their near and dear ones Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it .. everyone goes their own way ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ways can always meet ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paths can surely cross and B.E. Comps shall be together again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it in the air ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hear 'Tireeeeeeeeed' being echoed still .. .. .. .. .. Can you? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-6682968952138752051?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/6682968952138752051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=6682968952138752051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6682968952138752051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6682968952138752051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-that-was-it-everyone-goes-their-own.html' title='So that was it .. everyone goes their own way ..'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-7758835669583188980</id><published>2007-05-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Happy Realization ...</title><content type='html'>i never realized whn we became so  close to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never realized whn i started sharing my life wid u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never realized whn u started seeming so sweet to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never realized that the friend i was searching 4 was in u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-7758835669583188980?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/7758835669583188980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=7758835669583188980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7758835669583188980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/7758835669583188980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-realization-p.html' title='Happy Realization ...'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4512344194091519528</id><published>2007-05-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>A Friends' Love ..</title><content type='html'>whenever i am with you&lt;br /&gt;i get a good feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel in love&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is not complete&lt;br /&gt;without you being here&lt;br /&gt;i think about you every second&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so perfect&lt;br /&gt;you are so fine&lt;br /&gt;your beauty is so great&lt;br /&gt;i almost go blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your looks, smile&lt;br /&gt;and personality too&lt;br /&gt;i love your eyes, your sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope our friendship never ever ends&lt;br /&gt;and we see each other later in life&lt;br /&gt;and we will always be friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4512344194091519528?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4512344194091519528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4512344194091519528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4512344194091519528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4512344194091519528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/05/whenever-i-am-with-you-i-get-good.html' title='A Friends&apos; Love ..'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-2141671957285404468</id><published>2007-05-09T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viva'/><title type='text'>Vivas .. OVER  .. FOREVER!!</title><content type='html'>MMS  !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was being soo smart when i made a q bank of all viva q's asked to ppl yest.. but i have'nt had time to prepare those even..&lt;br /&gt;i WAnted to stay up,ok... which i y i was "Dazed" (somewhr between dreaming n studying n sleeping !) till 3 in the morning ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted ..tired n confused ...NOT to mention ..FREAKED OUT ...i got up at 6 .. n started receiving calls frm ppl in the same state..&lt;br /&gt;WAT IS IT ABOUT BEING IN THE SAME BOAT THAT IS SOO PEACEFUL..evn if it means ..gettin screweddddd....&lt;br /&gt;oh yes!..dis ws da 2nd time i was going for a viva totally unprepared .. n the last time.. I FAILED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So decided to head to collg.. mayb i would actually grasp some knowledge der.. the idea REALLY was to make some smarty who knows everythin ..to explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one was any better dan the othr ..&lt;br /&gt;and imagine ma surprise when i was asked the  same questions  i had soo comprehensively created! (He DID try to confuse me but i successfully screwed up his concepts on the same ... The MAGIX of confidence ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M thrilled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n m soooooooooo happy that these Viva thingies have ended for me on a good note  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-2141671957285404468?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/2141671957285404468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=2141671957285404468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2141671957285404468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/2141671957285404468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/05/vivas-over-forever.html' title='Vivas .. OVER  .. FOREVER!!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-1884844538656565900</id><published>2007-05-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viva'/><title type='text'>Ann ... Annilhilated!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was some day  ...&lt;br /&gt;Starting with realizing that i am going to be the first person to go in for the viva to face none other than the EXTERNAL! (well,that has happened before for Dsp ..n tht was'nt soo bad ! ;) .. so i went with the attitude that FIRST does'nt havta be the WORST!  :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n surprisingly enough,he turned out to be reaallly decent !(as in ...wasnt judgemental or too critical ... n din't give you the most hateful head shake that implies ..Y! God ,Y am i here!!!)&lt;br /&gt;so was grateful to him for that n moreover,when i started BLUFFING (changing the topic ),he subtly brought me to task saying...m not answering HIS Question!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the internal who could'nt take it anymore and burst out laughing sayin..&lt;br /&gt;I quote..&lt;br /&gt;"U r  shooting arrows in the dark... ki chalo kucch toh lag jaye!!! "...Hahahaha.. ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow handled the situation by befriending him n asking .. But,sir How come ive not hrd of dis topic...whr ws it?.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all... ma bluff got caught both times .. n realized all profs r not sooo DumB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(m nervous bout tomm .. considering the kinda q's da MMS external 's asking ppl .. its nuthin frm da book!!.. but tht's a good thing i guess ..cz i know nuthin frm the book YET.. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;so ran about n made this question bank kinda thing,comprising q's of all ppl were asked 2day! .. Hope it helps..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-1884844538656565900?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/1884844538656565900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=1884844538656565900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1884844538656565900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/1884844538656565900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/05/ann-annilhilated.html' title='Ann ... Annilhilated!!!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-8464536601181380402</id><published>2007-05-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Lady Ann..</title><content type='html'>Alysson Hannigan s so cute!...she was the 'Dark Willow' of Buffy and is the ' ohh! so adorable ' wats her name in When i met your mother!!!&lt;br /&gt;n by da way ...that show s Hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;n actually thot of her coz i needed a new name for my blog..dis tumultuous mind thing s makin g me look like a freak!&lt;br /&gt;so out with... Inner Ramblings of ma tumultuous mind!&lt;br /&gt;n here comes... ahem ahem...  Thoughts of Lady Ann !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-8464536601181380402?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/8464536601181380402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=8464536601181380402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8464536601181380402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/8464536601181380402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/05/lady-ann.html' title='Lady Ann..'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4248837744369278141</id><published>2007-04-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>THE DAY THAT LIES IN THE PAST</title><content type='html'>I was walking by your lane&lt;br /&gt;my heart was in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;saw you running towards me&lt;br /&gt;wearing a white robe&lt;br /&gt;my face started glowing with a smile&lt;br /&gt;but that moment did not stay for ever&lt;br /&gt;you vanished with the air&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I fell down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;pain and agony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I m still longing for that day&lt;br /&gt;the day that lies in the past!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping in my bed&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts became my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you staring into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I was staring back at yours&lt;br /&gt;I saw the entire world in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but you vanished as my eyes opened&lt;br /&gt;I got up from my dream&lt;br /&gt;the world that was so beautiful through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;has no meaning for me now&lt;br /&gt;pain and agony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i am still longing for that day&lt;br /&gt;the day that lies in the past!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;your dream became my delusion.&lt;br /&gt;I heard you telling me I Love you&lt;br /&gt;I was crying out of joy&lt;br /&gt;there was felicity in my voice&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your face in front of me&lt;br /&gt;but you vanished just as your sound&lt;br /&gt;your face in front of me was long gone&lt;br /&gt;pain and agony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i m still longing for that day&lt;br /&gt;the day that lies in the past!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on a quiet lane&lt;br /&gt;your delusion became my vision.&lt;br /&gt;you held my hand and i felt your warmth&lt;br /&gt;I felt the warmth of your love flowing through my body&lt;br /&gt;I embraced you tight I didnt want you to go&lt;br /&gt;but still you vanished like everytime&lt;br /&gt;I fell down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;pain and agony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I m still longing for that day&lt;br /&gt;the day that lies in the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4248837744369278141?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5946504911530129684</id><published>2007-04-24T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:18.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most popular posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'>A Friend like You....</title><content type='html'>At “yet another crossroad” of life’s journey&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a stranger who joined me in the odyssey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by....Time ticked it’s way through weeks,months and years as I trod life’s tortuous and unpredictable avenues never realizing the subtle presence of this cohort-my fellow traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This span of time is all but a collection of moments-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of your vanity...Moments of my consuming ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I hurt you...Moments when you annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when we differed...Moments when we conformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when you spoke...Moments when i listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I didn’t speak...Moments when you still listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of laughing together..Moments when we remained silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when distances crept in..Moments when intimacy erased them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I comforted you...Moments when you understood me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when you complained...Moments when I apologized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I asserted...Moments when you acknowledged&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2r-kJYx2DjU/RfqeqtBr4pI/AAAAAAAAACg/lheu7jr0Ovs/s1600-h/xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain inflicted,heart broken,sorrows lived,failures engulfed,existence torn apart,integrity interrogated,hopes crushed....but yet my heart bears no complains to GOD and LIFE who have endowed me with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A FRIEND LIKE YOU”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5946504911530129684?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5946504911530129684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5946504911530129684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5946504911530129684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5946504911530129684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/04/friend-like-you-this-ones-for-joanne.html' title='A Friend like You....'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-6358142483019153548</id><published>2007-04-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Back into Overdrive!</title><content type='html'>frustrated...confused...may be i should have joined classes for everything,&lt;br /&gt;then no cribbing no nuthing...could have  just  taught a bunch of people and gotten my way out of this HELLL! ...there would have been no nervousness as to...wat is goin to happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;so my mom was rite!...but my pride will kill me before i admit it to HER! :P&lt;br /&gt;itz crazzy... left me feelin lk ...m in a crisis situation!&lt;br /&gt;20 days ...5 vivas n den papers where i am supposed to score at least a 63%!&lt;br /&gt;but m sure ill rise above the odds...jus gotta live it through ...n keep striving!&lt;br /&gt;feelin bttr already!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-6358142483019153548?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/6358142483019153548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=6358142483019153548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6358142483019153548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/6358142483019153548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-into-overdrive.html' title='Back into Overdrive!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-5253389693585962499</id><published>2007-04-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>High Flyin lady!</title><content type='html'>know what! .. got it ... i finally put the pieces of ME together :D&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;ya ya.. it din't  just strike me...i read an article that lead me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its coz i m a High maintenance woman!..n stop smirkin coz that's not such a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;High maintenance means being fussy n being fussy means having standards n the last time i checked ..that was'nt such a bad thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;The only ppl who see low maintenance as a good thing r those who want to give less  without feelin guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lk...all making sense..y m so particular about the way i look?..y i BLUFF to da xternals? (ref prev blog :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(smiling) n hopefully at peace nw ..4 a while at least ..&lt;br /&gt;so till ma mind goes into overdrive again!...&lt;br /&gt;ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-5253389693585962499?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/5253389693585962499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=5253389693585962499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5253389693585962499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/5253389693585962499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/04/high-flyin-lady.html' title='High Flyin lady!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669249426583517669.post-4989620904960641389</id><published>2007-04-22T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:17:03.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Object of Focus-less temperament!!!</title><content type='html'>So ill just go crazy den... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confused mind is screaming out in absolute abandon...all it needs is some help!!&lt;br /&gt;help...not of da advice variety ..help of da tight slap variety!... I am not gettin around to just FOCUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  realized tht i believe ...i can BULLSHIT ma way through anything...be it Vivas..or written exams or speeches!..as in..like...I believe in confusing and intimidating others enough so that dey think u knw wat ur talking about ..when dats soooooo not da case :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i dun bliv dey r smart nough 2 catch ma bluff.. or i jus dun bliv in maself nough 2 give da REAL moa!&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat it is...as i said ...HELP!&lt;br /&gt;neway,&lt;br /&gt;enough blabbin' 4 2day !!&lt;br /&gt;ciao ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669249426583517669-4989620904960641389?l=ann3004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/feeds/4989620904960641389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3669249426583517669&amp;postID=4989620904960641389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4989620904960641389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669249426583517669/posts/default/4989620904960641389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann3004.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-ill-jus-go-crazy-den.html' title='The Object of Focus-less temperament!!!'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216671773299500884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZWcL00QKc8s/S7TVgqMW_1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/NLjbJjNuoK8/S220/06012008258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
