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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-28669397768142070562015-09-16T00:32:00.000+05:302015-09-16T00:32:10.517+05:30Capturing Memories..!!Some Days back, as I was checking my facebook updates, I found that my Chachu had also got a FB account. I went to his profile &................<br />
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The cute display pic just left me staring at the monitor. He had actually scanned a pic of his childhood & uploaded it. Now it was a pic of the four brothers & the best part....my Dad was also in the pic. I just woke up my Dad & asked him to to see the pic. The fact that the pic taken around 40 years ago, was still preserved with someone in spite of the frequent shifting was amazing. Dad loved it. Sleep aside, he zoomed the B&W pic & told us the story about the pic. It was taken by a neighbour who had got a camera in those days or something. That Smile...On seeing that pic.. Was Priceless...<br />
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If you ask me about my childhood pics,I have a few pics taken on some special occasions like when I was a month old, year old, birthdays and all... At this time, capturing memories on specific days using the roll camera which was later on developed and preserved in the form of albums was very common... Its so simple and yet so nostalgic.. Remember looking at those school pics taken with the class?? Those specific birthday party pics...Pics clicked during outings....Requesting someone to click a family picture that includes everyone.. Loads and loads of memories...!! I still ose a track of time when I browse through the few old photo albums we have at home...<br />
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Welcome to the world of digital Photography... Clicking photos with DigiCam and Mobile Phone Cam is as easy as 1,2,3.. Click..Save/Delete.. Click Again....!! The introduction of these modern mediums of clicking pics and capturing memories has made our task so simple that now we can click pic each and every day and we can also have a photo journal based on all pics clicked in the entire year.. There is really no need of any special occasion or function to click pics.. Its just common to click pics anywhere and everywhere.. At the Station, In the train, On a holiday, In the college, In office.. At the restaurant..At the movies.. Ar the monuments.. In short at every single place that one can think of.. And not to forget the selfies... U don't even need anyone else to click your pic.. Just turn your phone, Point the lens... Pout..And Click.. There you Go..!! :)<br />
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Seriously, we have come a long way considering the way memories were and are being captured.. From Black and White photos to Instagram and HashTags... Just trying to guess.. What next..??!!!Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-44924591011156364382015-04-11T19:11:00.001+05:302015-04-11T19:12:49.524+05:30Journey Called Life..<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember how at a time when I had just joined college, I was particularly crazy about a show on TV - Roadies. I don't think I need to brief any teenager about that show, but for those who don't know what the show was about, it was a show wherein a group of teenagers selected from different locations across the country used to be teamed up. They would then travel to various destinations on bikes, facing various huddles, enjoying at exotic locations and competing with each other at tasks set out for them and then the last one to survive in the whole game would be declared as the winner. I was extremely crazy about that show initially and in the first few seasons, I hardly missed any episodes. I always wished... I want to be a Roadie... I want to travel and see everything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But then, today, over 10 years down the line, when I sit down by the window,on a Saturday evening, watching the traffic on highways, I feel are we not on the Roadies everyday..???</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We are travelling everyday..from Yesterday to Today....!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We are meeting new people everyday... Our Family, People at work, at parties, at outings..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We are facing new huddles & challenges everyday...Problems, tasks, assignments, deadlines, targets... There are so many things that we have to set right & survive though in our life before we can move ahead... Then comes the small and big joys which can sometimes be as small as sipping a cup of tea at the roadside tea stall on a pink, rosy morning or a simple "Good Morning " text as you wake up in the morning or some things as big as a promotion or buying a new house.... So many things that make us smile every day and every night in our dreams.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The journey of life has to go on, from birth to infancy to teenage, then school, college, careers, love, family, kids, responsibility, fame, prestige and then old age. Every day is an adventure as we complete our tasks and emerge as "Winners". Everyday is a new beginning, which takes us a step closer to our goals, purpose in life and our inner self.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stephen Covey said <i><b>"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey... We are spiritual beings on a human journey."</b></i> Same words.. But the order means so much..!! Isn't it..?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Urvashi..!!</span></div>
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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-91097978230769861972015-01-04T23:03:00.000+05:302015-01-04T23:09:37.303+05:30Soulmates..!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">S</span>omething Strong,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">O</span>utright Beyond what others can Feel..<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">U</span>ntying my Soul from the Bondage,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>ife has captured it in..<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">M</span>y heart, my Brain, my Body,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">A</span>ll reaches out to You..<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">T</span>oday, Tomorrow, Day After,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">E</span>ternity is the time till which,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">S</span>olace I shall seek and find in Thee..!!</span></i></blockquote>
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</div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-54228606793736222442014-03-23T19:21:00.001+05:302014-03-23T19:21:04.908+05:30Three Dreams for My D-Day..!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Right from my childhood.... Since the time I have been attending marriages.... I have been awestruck by the whole setting...The bride's beauty, the way the couple complement each other, the grandeur of the celebration, the vast menu.. Like every, every single detail is planned and executed so beautifully....!!! Just like every other girl..Even I have been dreaming for my D-Day... About Friends.. Family.. Relatives... Celebrations... Ornaments.. Clothes... And of course Mr.Prince Charming...!!Although I have no dreams of having a hosh-posh fairy tale wedding but just a few things which I want to be Hatke from the typical Gujarati Shaadi..!!!Its like I want it to be a celebrated occasion with all near and dear ones with just a few changes here and there...</div>
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<span style="color: red;"><i>1. Wearing a Big Chudda and Kaleree on the Wedding Day :</i></span> The kaleree is one wedding ornament which I have adored since childhood. I remember having seen some Punjabi song where the bride wears the kaleree and then one of the jhumkaas of the kaleree drops on one of her friends.. I am so much in love with that ceremony that I want it be a part of my D-day too.. The big bangle chudda with a combination of white and red bangles and long kalerees...!!! </div>
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<i><span style="color: red;">2. Offsite Wedding Reception :</span></i> I would love to have an offsite wedding reception... Maybe in some far off location...open place...a garden, a beach or maybe on a terrace...cool winds.. loads of flowers around.... everything natural...A function attended by only near and dear ones... Just genuine exchange of wishes..Minimal makeup..No tiring photoshoots... Just a small video maybe & loads of Memories...!!!</div>
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<i><span style="color: red;">3. Christian style Wedding Gown:</span></i> Yeah, this is one crazy idea I have again for my wedding reception. I want to be dressed up in a long white gown full of laces and flowers...to be accompanied by a bridesmaid and carry white orchids, on the stage, to accompany my better half dressed smartly in a "Tuxedo". And I am OK if the gown is not white....any soft pastel colour would do..But I really wanna be dressed in a gown.!! </div>
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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-63415058401498475192013-08-10T23:19:00.000+05:302013-08-10T23:19:23.191+05:30Of Hands & Lines & Beyond....!!I still recollect that moment, when in the bus, amidst the slow moving Mumbai traffic which din't seem to trouble us a bit...<br />
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<br />Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-50320887085506889402013-03-23T20:46:00.000+05:302013-03-23T20:48:40.814+05:30The Day GOOGLE has no DOODLE...!!!!Ohhk folks.. Just tell me one thing..Which is the first page that most of you type on the address bar whenever a question hits your mind..??? Its Google..Right..??? Most of us even have it as the home page....And out of all the times that we search for information on Google, how many times have you noted those fabulous fancy fonts and styles(aka doodles) in which the words GOOGLE are written..!!???<br />
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I mean haven't you found this creation amazing..??? One word written in different styles giving the whole picture a completely different look and meaning and symbolizing something which even pages of words cannot describe!!!! The creative team behind all these wonderful Doodles is just too good. I, in fact wait to see those doodles everyday...And the day Google has no Doodle, the page looks so plain....No Doubt the Google logo itself has its own simplicity and smartness, still the way the doodles convey the special messages and events at the same time with the words - "Google" makes it all the more interesting...!!<br />
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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-85712357503308152632012-10-18T23:53:00.000+05:302012-10-18T23:53:45.203+05:30Painting after Longggg....!!!It was after a long that I spent time lazing around amidst colours, by just being random, giving more importance to basics than the perfection and here is what I came up with............<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A must must must listen whenever you have been frustrated over that bad question paper or the rush in the train or the rains that made u late or after that bad day at office when nothing went as you had planned it to be... Of course, its routine...Life has to go on this way...some highs...some lows....But...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Would like to check it out???? Here it is..!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Robbie Styles & Sneha Khanwalkar </span><br />
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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4941237675120642892012-08-21T22:13:00.006+05:302012-08-21T22:36:31.176+05:30Love ReDefined...!!!!Just came across this interesting poster which really redefines the <i>Gen-Y</i> concept of Love-<br />
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Surely if can just send 5 SMS per day in this age of being used to some 100 free SMS per day and all those 5 SMS are saved for only that person, you have al lreasons to believe that you are one of the most sought after persons in their life..</div>
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But according to me, if any person would define LOVE seriously just this way, I think there is a lot lot more to Love that he /she needs to know about.... The number of hours you talk or the number of SMS you share is in NO way a parameter to judge the feelings what you have for the person because<i> LOVE has existed long before the SMS was even invented...!!!</i> Ain't it????</div>
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Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-87794351556141838272012-04-18T22:15:00.000+05:302012-04-18T22:26:31.453+05:30Kabhi Aisa LAgta Hai...!!!<span style="font-size: 100%; "><i style="font-size: 100%; "><span><div style="display: inline !important; ">"Kabhi aisa lagta hai , dil mein ik raaz hai </div></span></i><i><span><div>Jise kehna chahoon , par main keh paaoo na</div><div>Aankhon hi aankhon mein keh jaati hai jo ye</div><div>Khamoshiyon ki ye kaisi zuba</div><div>Maine suna jo na usne kaha ..</div><div>Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar???</div><div>Mere khuda mujhe itna bata </div></span></i><i style="font-size: 100%; "><span><div style="display: inline !important; ">Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar...??"</div></span></i><span> played on my MP3 in the morning & then the whole </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">day on my lips......</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><br /></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>I knew things were changing.. I knew I was changing...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Every little thing aroung me made me happier, made me smile... :) </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Every thing that I read, saw, heard or spoke was related to him & only him...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>That blush you get on reading his name...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>That smile which forms on your face on getting his SMS...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Those butterflies you get in your stomach when you plan a Date...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>I never thought this happens in reality... </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>I never thought it would happen to me...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>But then one day, when he told me those three magical words- I knew that this was it...!!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Love is real...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Love redefines you....</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span>Love is something beyond words.... </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Something which only you can experience & then feel the magic.....</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Love is in the air... Are you Feeling it???? ;)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-66186927620122065712012-03-18T16:21:00.005+05:302012-03-18T16:39:19.320+05:30All in a Line- 2<span style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; "><br /></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; "> "The BRAIN is the most outstanding organ- </blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; ">It works for 24 hours, 365 days, right from your birth until you fall in LOVE.......!!" </blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; "><i style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><blockquote style="display: inline !important; "><i><blockquote style="display: inline !important; "> </blockquote></i></blockquote></i> <img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/softbank_ne_jp.B0D" goomoji="softbank_ne_jp.B0D" style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /> <img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/softbank_ne_jp.B0D" goomoji="softbank_ne_jp.B0D" style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /> <img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/softbank_ne_jp.B0D" goomoji="softbank_ne_jp.B0D" style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /></blockquote></span></span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><blockquote style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span><br /></span></blockquote></span>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-55061988772506792992012-03-04T23:29:00.003+05:302012-03-05T00:08:14.218+05:30When Journey Meant More Than Destination<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote>This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 25</b>; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.<br /></blockquote><br /></div>"So, how are you??"<div><br /></div><div>"I am fine m'am. How are you?? It has been so long... I am so glad so see you here"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes.. You all have grown up now. So why would you even remember us??"</div><div><br /></div><div>"No M'am.. Its impossible to forget you... you are the best teacher I have ever had.."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I am always thankful to you for making me what I am today...what I write, What I speak, What I understand..is all because of you.. and just you..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ohhh..Ohkk...Ohkk..Now enough about me...Introduce me to your family.."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yeah.. I just got so excited on meeting you that I forgot to introduce you to Akhil..He is my husband.. And Akhil..thsi is Lavanya Madam, my pre-primary teacher."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Pleasure meeting you M'am. Had heard a lot about you from Swati.. Glad to meet you."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Mam, I want my daughter to learn from our school and specifically from you only, cos you are the best teacher...."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Don't joke Swati... How can mam teach her??"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Why not?? She will..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I am sorry to ask, but you still teach kids?? I mean after all these 30 years of teaching experience..."Akhil interupted.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ohh..Experience is a different thing Beta....Teaching these kids is a different experince in itself..For me what matters is the time I spend with those kids, moulding their young minds, teaching them things that would take them ahead in life....For me, what matters is not what I get, but what I give in this Journey of Teaching...<span style="font-size: 100%; ">"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Lavanya M'am is really a nice lady.. So selfless and caring.... I just can't stop thinking about her since we met in the evening"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yeah..that is how she is... <span style="font-size: 100%; ">Very few people are like her in todays time.. And now you know why I admire her so much...</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"Yeah... she is really great... you rarely come across people who value the journey more than the destination. And I am sure we can never find a better teacher for Naina...."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*******</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><span style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "></span><blockquote><span style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; ">The </span><b style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; ">fellow Blog-a-Tonics</b><span style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective </span><b style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; ">posts</b><span style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "> can be checked </span><a href="http://www.blogaton.in/2012/03/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-25.html" style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "><b>here</b></a><span style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; ">. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following </span><b style="text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "><a href="http://blogaton.in/">Blog-a-Ton</a>.</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> </div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-35286132438168725242012-02-19T23:53:00.003+05:302012-02-20T00:00:16.897+05:30JuST yOu.. JuST mE..!!!<div>Just came across this cute vodafone ad-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvPbl9dhzBU"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RvPbl9dhzBU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I hope you too enjoyed this one...!!!</div></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-2307437499342159732012-01-31T22:12:00.003+05:302012-01-31T22:19:06.246+05:30To love..................!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><span><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">To love is to share life together</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">to build special plans just for two</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">to work side by side</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">'n then smile with pride</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">as one by one, dreams all come true</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">To love is to help 'n encourage</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">with smiles 'n sincere words of praise</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">to take time to share</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">to listen 'n care</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">in tender, affectionate ways</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><i><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODaYIo_tDM8/Tyga2VM3lWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i-cCbPh4lBA/s1600/Precious_love_roses_and_chocolate1.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODaYIo_tDM8/Tyga2VM3lWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i-cCbPh4lBA/s320/Precious_love_roses_and_chocolate1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703838448771110242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div></i><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">To love is to have someone special </div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">one who you can always depend</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">to be there through the years</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">sharing laughter 'n tears</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">as a partner, a lover, a friend</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">To love is to make special memories</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">of moments you love to recall</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">of all the good things</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">that sharing life brings</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: right; ">love is the greatest of all</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">I've learned the full meaning</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">of sharing 'n caring</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">and having my dreams all come true</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">I've learned the full meaning</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">of being in love</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; ">by being 'n loving with you.. !</div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><b><i>P.S. : Just read it on FB and really really loved it... nice one naa..?? </i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>Hats off yaar, to the writer..!! :) :)</i></b><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 14px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><br /></div></span>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-83459172634189010212011-10-14T22:33:00.008+05:302011-10-15T18:16:27.809+05:30ThE sUrPriSe..!! - 55 Fiction<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>“Its so strange.. I mean after being away for nearly a month, without any trace.. And then suddenly….”</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>“Yeah strange… But more of a surprise naa..??”</i> Shikha enquired.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>“Surprise..?? I can’t <span> </span>manage it. I thought it was over & I was finally out of it.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>But</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAxsMifGv8/TphvThoa5NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KS_rKvYFRfM/s1600/55.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAxsMifGv8/TphvThoa5NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KS_rKvYFRfM/s320/55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663398912654501074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 67px; " /></span></a></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I will have to still carry my Umbrella….” :P</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>P.S. : </b>Wow Folks, feels so good to be back at <b>My Corner</b> after so long.. I hope the 55-er was not that bad... But the rains outside made me feel like writing something....& what have you all been upto..??? I think everyone is kind of away from blogosphere.. Or is it a feeling just because I am away from here.. Well about me, apart from enjoying the unexpected rains in Mumbai, I am planning to get back to studies, books, exams &.......</i></span></p>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-13969568188421853742011-08-28T16:32:00.005+05:302011-08-28T18:16:33.401+05:30A Weekend to Remember....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hie</span> guys, how are you all doing..?? I hope u had a lovely weekend... :)<div>
<br /></div><div>For me it was definitely a <i><b>"Weekend to Remember"</b></i> as I snuggled up on my bed, by the window, on the rainy afternoon with a book that I long, long, long awaited to read.<b><i>."A Walk to Remember...."</i></b></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Though I wanted to read the book since about a year, I could not find it until lately & when I found it, it took me just a couple of days to travel through the world & lives of Landon & Jamie....</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The story set in the mid-1900's, is not just another love story, but is sure to leave its readers with memories of a lifetime. The characters make a warm place in your heart for themselves, be it the carefree Landon, hanging all day long with friends or the simple & cheerful Jamie. The flow of events is so smooth & is so beautifully expressed that you can actually visualize Landon & Jamie going in for the homecoming dance or walking down the roads of Beaufort after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rehearsals</span>. It just leaves you with a feeling that is like wind- "You can't see it or describe it but just feel it..." </div><div>
<br /></div><div>As it is narrated in the first person, at times while reading, we feel that the story is about us & that exactly is what I loved the most... Even the end was open for readers to interpret it in their own ways, I would prefer to take it in a positive way, hoping that a miracle did take place in their lives wherein Jamie & Landon lived happily....</div><div><div>
<br /></div><div>Now my weekend didn't end there....... </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I even watched the movie adapted from the book. It was different in many ways from the book. It just had the outline of the book & the rest of the setting & background was different. The book & the movie should not be compared is what I learned after I saw the movie. Each had its own beauty & identity.But the combination of the book & movie truly made it <i><b>"A Weekend to Remember"</b></i> for me.</div><div>
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<br /></div></div></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-88384944652769634642011-08-18T23:40:00.003+05:302011-08-28T18:17:10.218+05:30A Day in the life of "He" & "She".. -2<div style="text-align: right;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><i>HIS DIARY</i></u><u><i><blockquote></blockquote></i></u></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> -5th August 2011 </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">As I look into your eyes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I can't seem to look away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I get lost into the moment,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Each and every day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You thought I didn't like you,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You thought that I moved on,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But to tell you the total truth...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">My feelings aren't gone.....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm still here, still waiting,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For you & me to finally be "WE"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'll stay here for as long as it takes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For you to be with me...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm still here inside your heart,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'll never give up on you,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You'll never find anyone else,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Who loves you like I do...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm still here just waiting,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For you to finally realize,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For us to be Together Forever,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">My mistake I now realize...</span></div><div></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div></div><blockquote><div><u><i><span class="Apple-style-span">HER DIARY</span></i></u></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span">-5th August,2011</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Amidst raindrops & grass wet,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The evening when we met....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You made me cry,</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You tore me apart,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You left me in tears,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You shattered my heart...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You entered my life with such a force,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And left it with one as strong;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And though we tried to make it last,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We both knew it wouldn't be long.</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It wasn't your fault,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I guess it was me,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For love can't be forced,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Perhaps we weren't meant to be....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I've tried more than once..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To get over you,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But you make it so hard,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">With memories of you...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I thought love was joy,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But I've got nothing to gain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Just sorrow, tears,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And a little more pain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The day the pain started,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Reality came true,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It was the day that I realized</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'll never be with you..........</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And so I've learned to end this,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Without an urge to cry,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">These are my final words to you,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"I love you and goodbye...."</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-15156115521005958932011-06-04T00:03:00.001+05:302011-06-04T00:07:34.420+05:30Rain Again.......<div></div><blockquote><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >When,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pools, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beaches</span> & hill stations ..</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Are the favourite destinations...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >When,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Summer heat & scorching sun..</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Takes away energy & the whole fun....</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >When,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hoping for sweat to reduce soon...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >The only awaited season is "Monsoon.."</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Begins the clouds play,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Showing up & hiding away...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Comes the drops first,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quickly quenching the earth 's thirst,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Is the season of umbrellas & coats,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Time to sail small paper boats.....</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then when,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >It rains again...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rains & Rains, Again & Again....!!!!</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Happy Monsoon To <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">All</span>..... Enjoy..!! :) :)</span></i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-84405905154374444482011-04-22T00:46:00.005+05:302011-04-22T01:00:01.862+05:30Opposites Attract ???? Part-1<div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">He was tall, dark and smart.Wherever he went, he made his presence felt to one and all.Extrovert by nature,he had knowledge on a wide variety of topics.That made him capable of contributing to all kind of discussions around and leave a long lasting immersion on the people around.Anyone who saw him once would surely wish to talk to him at least for a while and know him better....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">She was no exception to this.On the first day of their class she noticed him and instantly felt like talking to him..getting to know him..But she was not like the other girls in the class...She was an introvert,shy to make new friends quickly and so she hesitated to take a step forward.While all other girls had got around him at least once before the lunch break she could not even bring herself to look at him in the eye fearing what if he would be looking in her direction and would catch her looking at him.. But deep inside she knew she would look at him, know him, talk to him.... Soon...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"Pal..pal..pal...har pal,har pal..kaise katega pal...."</i> beeped her ring tone jolting her to present.She glanced at her cell and saw it was his call.She picked up the call and with a smile in her voice said, <i>"Hiee....!!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Hello...Wassup??"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Nothing.Just thinking about you..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"Tell me.....Do u do anything other than that these days..?? Please pay attention to your </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><i>studies jaanu...."</i>He said in an advising tone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Haan re..I will study ..Was just reading a novel......"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Novel,novel,novel...How can you read so much..??? It just dozes me off....."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"May be you never found an interesting one....."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"I dont want to find too..You continue with ur reading jobs...I just love to hear the </span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">stories from you later.."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"But I think you wont like this one..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Why..??"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Its actually on your favourite subject of interest.."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Are you reading some self improvement again..????"He asked.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Right....So when do you wanna hear my version of 'The Greatness Guide' ??"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Not now.....So had your lunch???"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Yeah...."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"And what did you have today, Sweety..???"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Actually I just had rice and curd... It's so hot around. I don't feel like eating anything..!!"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Hmmm... Thats the most nutritious diet you know..You should have that only three times a day...!!"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Ohh please yaar...I already heard a lecture from Mom..Now you don't start over it.... I don't like all those vegetables..You know naa....!!! "</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Yeah I know.... In fact I even wonder how closely I have known about you in so less time.. Remember the first day of our class...."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Hmmmm.. .I can never forget that..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"You know I had noticed how quietly you were sitting in one corner of the room.. I thought you would be rather arrogant.. not even trying to look at YOUR HIGHNESS..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Ohhhhooo.... Tum koi Dude ho kya..?? Why should everyone look at you..??"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"C'mon even you the reason..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Haan haan.. I know.. Now don't laugh... You guys are like this only..."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Like what..???</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span">To be Continued..............</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>P.S. : </b>It seems like an eternity since I have not posted here. I don't know what was happening but then something has motivated me to be back & this time I thought of this topic. I have expanded the idea as much as I could imagine & since I could not go anywhere further, I made it into a series. I have absolutely no idea of what even to write for this next part...I hope it just leads to something good... Lets just Wait & watch...!!!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Till then..Kudos, Cyaaa..... TC... :)</span></i></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-55602391141480007832011-03-23T00:23:00.005+05:302011-03-23T01:37:48.507+05:30Why not me...??????Have I ever told you all about my first crush..??<div><br /></div><div>The one with those deep set eyes.... </div><div><br /></div><div>With a voice that was <i>Rhythm Divine</i>....</div><div><br /></div><div>Others said <i>I am not in Love</i>.... <i>Its just the phase that I'm going through.</i>...</div><div><br /></div><div>But <i>Do you Know..???</i></div><div><br /></div><div>The one<i> Whom I have always Loved....</i></div><div><br /></div><div>The one who told me <i>Everything is going to be Alright...</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The one who never <i>Escaped</i> my thoughts...</div><div><br /></div><div>The one to whom I was<i> Addicted...</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>He was My <i>Hero.</i>..</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I thought<i> It must be Love...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Lost inside your love..</i>.I felt he was<i> Too Good for me...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I never knew<i> Who's cheating who...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>And then, there was <i>Love for fun..</i></div><div><br /></div><div>A O<i>ne night stand...</i> A<i> Heartbreaker..</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Baby hold on.....Maybe </i>I was <i>a Little girl...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>For me <i>The world crashes down</i>..</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span">"Why not me..????"</span></b> </i>is what I think.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"I'm taking back my love"</i> were the words said...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>Can You hear me..???<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Break me, shake me..</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Don't you Forget about me...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I <i>Miss You</i> & my <i>Heartbeat </i>Says it...</div><div><br /></div><div>Even your name <i>Rings my Bells..</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>The way you touch me</i>... Brings tears &<i> Sad Eyes</i>...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>I wish I was your Lover </i>always....</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Its not that<i> I love to see you cry.</i>...</div><div><br /></div><div>But that's it <i>To love a woman...</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now if any Enrique Iglesias fan is reading this I'm sure you have deciphered it long before who am I talking about....</div><div><br /></div><div>And for the others, who don't listen to him much often (or are thinking this is something like a story or something about me) let me tell you this is nothing but some of the titles of my favourite artist's favourite songs compiled together & the latest one in the list being "Why not me..???"</div><div><br /></div><div> I have been listening to him since my school days & with each passing year..I have grown more & more found of him...His voice is just magic...</div><div><br /></div><div>So presenting before you Enrique Iglesias as never before-</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yuNHfdCElzk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Have a great day ahead.. TC.. Keep rocking.. Keep smiling... :)</div><div><br /></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-49595480708030188402011-03-02T00:56:00.004+05:302011-03-02T01:10:19.441+05:30The Changing Times......<div><i>Many-a-times....</i></div><div><i>I feel that all is over,</i></div><div><i>I feel that all is gone...</i></div><div><i>But then it is just the beginning....</i></div><div><i>Why???</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Sometimes...</i></div><div><div><i>I feel that I am near,</i></div><div><i>I even feel that I have got it..</i></div><div><i>But then I find it's gone...</i></div><div><i>Why???</i></div></div><div><div><i><br /></i></div></div><div><i>Sometimes...</i></div><div><i>Just sometimes..</i></div><div><div><div><i>I feel that I should leave it all..</i></div><div><i>Just walk away from all harsh realities..</i></div><div><i>But then I do come back in this world of dreams...</i></div><div><i>Why..??</i></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Hiee All.....</div><div><br /></div><div>How are you doing..?? Hope that the month of <i>Valentine</i> had been pleasant & full of love for you. Talking about my above lines of creation, I have written them with some purpose & meaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>But before I tell that I would like to know how do you all interpret it..?? What am I talking about according to you..??I would be waiting for your creative ideas & views. It would even help me to broaden my thinking horizons.</div><div><br /></div><div>So please do share your views & I'll be back soon next time with what I meant about those few lines there...</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-62760328727056319612011-02-08T23:12:00.009+05:302011-02-10T00:51:29.777+05:30NO or KNOW..??A very strange thing happened today.<div><br /></div><div>I was on my Desk when a customer approached me asking for the balance in his Account. I enquired his number & other details and started telling him the balance. Now whenever I have to tell something like in numbers, I speak in English default. So I began<i>"Thirty three thous..."</i> & he interrupted.<i>"Arey madam, English kuthe yete..Zara Marathit sanga naa"(meaning I don't understand English. Tell me in Marathi.) </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I repeated the balance for him in Marathi to which he asked <i>"Clear aahe naa Balance..??"(Is it all clear??). </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I replied in positive & then he said THANK YOU & was about to leave when I called him back & said <i>"Thank You pan English aahe..."(You said thank you, thats is in English only.)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>He smiled at himself & said <i>"English yete mala pan tumchya saarkhi nahi. Mi teacher ahe Marathi shikavto ani bolto.? Kahi chuk jali tya peksha me bolatch nahi."(I Know English but not like you people. I am Teacher.I teach Marathi & speak the same. Rather than making mistakes while talking in English, I would better not speak that.)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Now that was so humble of him to accept the simple facts as they are. Not pretending anything or trying to disguise the truth. How many times do we ourselves even take that small step to acknowledge our mistakes & the things we know or don't know.??? Most of us just try to go ahead without taking time for this analysis. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even I realised that there must be some facts about me in the same way. So why not take sometime out & get to know the person you live the most of the time with-<b><i> YOURSELF</i></b> & accept those facts not just to yourself but even to others. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have a nice time ahead..!! :) Tc..!!</div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-12267546797783390642011-01-30T21:55:00.000+05:302011-01-30T22:01:05.648+05:30Dil Toh Bachcha Hai Ji.....!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last year at around the same time, I was humming a song "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">toh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bachcha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ji</span>..." and I was so much in love with the song that I played it in loop endlessly for times together. Then within a year, there comes up a movie with the same title and the strange thing is that it does not have a title song...!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now you must be wondering what is this post about..!! The song or the movie..??? Well, it is about none.. I just thought of the song & movie as I sat down to write... This is actually about our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dil</span> & how it acts like a cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bachcha</span>..!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There are actually small things which touch our heart & make it happy. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dil</span> does not want material happiness. Just a a simple good morning message with a smiley, lovely breakfast of simple coffee with cream, just getting right on time for the train, finding a seat near the window, having no pending works (or no work at all..!! :P) , just getting a call/message from a person you were just thinking of, finding the same thing for dinner that you so damned wish to eat, turning on the radio & humming along the songs being played without paying attention to the words, just go la..la..la..., crack some jokes in code words which only you & your cousins/friends understand & laugh out loud. Just tell me is there anything that can make you so happy as these small incidences.?????</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now isn't it true for all of us..?? No matter how much ever we grow up or whatever we do, somewhere deep <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">within</span> us, there is a small child that lives silently & it surfaces up at times. These times may be joyous ones or sad ones or simply sometime in our routine when we yearn to be out of our lives where we are tired of playing different roles behind masks. So I believe, there should be an element of ourselves in whatever we do. We must not get lost in this world playing different roles & pleasing everyone by doing things that are against our heart.. Let your feelings in the heart mushroom up & let the whole world see the real YOU which will surely make your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dil</span> smile with happiness..!! :) :)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-71057740315916347562011-01-05T22:46:00.001+05:302011-01-05T23:09:27.318+05:30So cute....!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Yesterday I was walking back home with my friend when I just exclaimed, "Wow..So Cute...!!!"<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>My friend turned around & said "Who...???"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Arey aage gayi..!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Aage gayi..???? Were you looking at some baby girl..???"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Naa re....Woh.............................."</div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TSIWTP4a-FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MMiUdRUVZ1U/s320/volkswagen-beetle-1_460x0w.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558029410065119314" /></div><div><br /></div><div>.......................Woh car... Beetle...!!!! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>But really, its such a sweet & cute design for a car naa..!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I actually like such cars more than those ferocious, speedy & racing type cars. I have liked many cars but till date, "Beetle" has been my favourite. & the only word I exclaim on seeing it is "Wowww.... So Cute...!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>BTW, my favourite car is Honda City..!!! Not that I don't like all those Mercedes' & BMW's etc etc... but just that I like <i><b>The Sparkling Silver Honda City</b></i> more than those ones.......!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>So which is your favourite car..??? </div><div><br /></div>Urvashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283noreply@blogger.com7