<?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-5805917095480391706</id><updated>2011-11-25T15:55:10.490+05:30</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Impressions'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='books'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Terrorism'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Colour'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Bro'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Blog-a-ton'/><category term='Name'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Sun signs'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Cell'/><category term='Friendship Day'/><category term='Proposal'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Criticise'/><category term='poems'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='Chatting'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Wait'/><category term='SMS'/><category term='Travelling'/><category term='Respect'/><category term='Yourself'/><category term='3 Idiots'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Criiticism'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='55 fiction'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Monsoon'/><category term='city'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Birhtday'/><category term='pain'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='One-liners'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Racial Discrimiantion'/><category term='fear'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='money'/><category term='Social networking'/><title type='text'>URNER - URvashi's corNER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8345917263418901021</id><published>2011-10-14T22:33:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:16:27.809+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>ThE sUrPriSe..!! - 55 Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Its so strange.. I mean after being away for nearly a month, without any trace.. And then suddenly….”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yeah strange… But more of a surprise naa..??”&lt;/i&gt; Shikha enquired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Surprise..?? I can’t &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;manage it. I thought it was over &amp;amp; I was finally out of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAxsMifGv8/TphvThoa5NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KS_rKvYFRfM/s1600/55.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will have to still carry my Umbrella….” :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. : &lt;/b&gt;Wow Folks, feels so good to be back at &lt;b&gt;My Corner&lt;/b&gt; after so long.. I hope the 55-er was not that bad... But the rains outside made me feel like writing something....&amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp;.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-8345917263418901021?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/8345917263418901021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=8345917263418901021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8345917263418901021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8345917263418901021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/10/surprise-55-fiction.html' title='ThE sUrPriSe..!! - 55 Fiction'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAxsMifGv8/TphvThoa5NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KS_rKvYFRfM/s72-c/55.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1396956818842185374</id><published>2011-08-28T16:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:16:33.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Weekend to Remember....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hie&lt;/span&gt; guys, how are you all doing..?? I hope u  had a lovely weekend... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it was definitely a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Weekend to Remember"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 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.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;."A Walk to Remember...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I wanted to read the book since about a year, I could not find it until lately &amp;amp; when I found it, it took me just a couple of days to travel through the world &amp;amp; lives  of Landon &amp;amp; Jamie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; cheerful Jamie. The flow of events is so smooth &amp;amp; is so beautifully expressed that you can actually visualize Landon &amp;amp; Jamie going in for the homecoming dance or walking down the roads of Beaufort after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;. It just leaves you with a feeling that is like wind- "You can't see it or describe it but just feel it..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it is narrated in the first person, at times while reading, we feel that the story is about us &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; Landon lived happily....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my weekend didn't end there....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; the rest of the setting &amp;amp; background was different. The book &amp;amp; the movie should not be compared is what I learned after I saw the movie. Each had its own beauty &amp;amp; identity.But the combination of the book &amp;amp; movie truly made it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A Weekend to Remember"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for me.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-1396956818842185374?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1396956818842185374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1396956818842185374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1396956818842185374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1396956818842185374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-to-remember.html' title='A Weekend to Remember....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8838494465276963464</id><published>2011-08-18T23:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:17:10.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>A Day in the life of "He" &amp; "She".. -2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIS DIARY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                   -5th August 2011                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As I look into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't seem to look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I get lost into the moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You thought I didn't like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You thought that I moved on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But to tell you the total truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My feelings aren't gone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still here, still waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For you &amp;amp; me to finally be  "WE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll stay here for as long as it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For you to be with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still here inside your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll never give up on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You'll never find anyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who loves you like I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still here just waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For you to finally realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For us to be Together Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mistake I now realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HER DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-5th August,2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amidst raindrops &amp;amp; grass wet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The evening when we met....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You made me cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You tore me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You left me in tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You shattered my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You entered my life with such a force,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And left it with one as strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And though we tried to make it last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We both knew it wouldn't be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It wasn't your fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess it was me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For love can't be forced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perhaps we weren't meant to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've tried more than once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To get over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But you make it so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With memories of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I thought love was joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I've got nothing to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just sorrow, tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And a little more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The day the pain started,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reality came true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was the day that I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll never be with you..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And so I've learned to end this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Without an urge to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are my final words to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I love you and goodbye...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMTM2OTIzNjc2MTUmcHQ9MTMxMzY5MjQyMzQ*NSZwPTE4MzkwMSZkPWNoZXJyeWJhbS5jb2*mZz*xJm89ZDMwZTVl/OThhNWIxNDQ1N2I*Y2RhZmFmYzE2ZjZhMWQ=.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/" title="Heartbreak Graphics" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/" title="Heartbreak Graphics" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/" title="Heartbreak Graphics" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/graphics-heartbreak/heartbreak004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-8838494465276963464?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/8838494465276963464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=8838494465276963464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8838494465276963464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8838494465276963464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-in-life-of-he-she-2.html' title='A Day in the life of &quot;He&quot; &amp; &quot;She&quot;.. -2'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1515611552100595893</id><published>2011-06-04T00:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:07:34.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Rain Again.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;When,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Pools, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beaches&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; hill stations ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Are the favourite destinations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;When,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Summer heat &amp;amp; scorching sun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Takes away energy &amp;amp; the whole fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;When,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Hoping for sweat to reduce soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;The only awaited season is "Monsoon.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Begins the clouds play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Showing up &amp;amp; hiding away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Comes the drops first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Quickly quenching the earth 's thirst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Is the season of   umbrellas &amp;amp; coats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Time to sail small paper boats.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Then when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;It rains again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Rains &amp;amp;  Rains, Again &amp;amp;  Again....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Happy Monsoon To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;..... Enjoy..!!  :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5805917095480391706-1515611552100595893?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1515611552100595893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1515611552100595893&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1515611552100595893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1515611552100595893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-again.html' title='Rain Again.......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8440590515437444448</id><published>2011-04-22T00:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:00:01.862+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Opposites Attract ???? Part-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;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....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pal..pal..pal...har pal,har pal..kaise katega pal...."&lt;/i&gt; 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, &lt;i&gt;"Hiee....!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Hello...Wassup??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Nothing.Just thinking about you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tell me.....Do u do anything other than that these days..?? Please pay attention to your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;studies jaanu...."&lt;/i&gt;He said in an advising tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Haan re..I will study ..Was just reading a novel......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Novel,novel,novel...How can you read so much..??? It just dozes me off....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"May be you never found an interesting one....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I dont want to find too..You continue with ur reading jobs...I just love to hear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;stories from you later.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"But I think you wont like this one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Its actually on your favourite subject of interest.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Are you reading some self improvement again..????"He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Right....So when do you wanna hear my version of 'The Greatness Guide' ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Not now.....So had your lunch???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Yeah...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"And what did you have today, Sweety..???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Actually I just had rice and curd... It's so hot around. I don't feel like eating anything..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Hmmm... Thats the most nutritious diet you know..You should have that only three times a day...!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"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....!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"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...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Hmmmm.. .I can never forget that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"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..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ohhhhooo.... Tum koi Dude ho kya..?? Why should everyone look at you..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"C'mon even you the reason..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Haan haan.. I know.. Now don't laugh... You guys are like this only..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Like what..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be Continued..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. : &lt;/b&gt;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 &amp;amp; this time I thought of this topic. I have expanded the idea as much as I could imagine  &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; watch...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Till then..Kudos, Cyaaa..... 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Part-1'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5560239114148000783</id><published>2011-03-23T00:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:37:48.507+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Why not me...??????</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you all about my first crush..??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one with those deep set eyes.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a voice that was &lt;i&gt;Rhythm Divine&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others said &lt;i&gt;I am not in Love&lt;/i&gt;.... &lt;i&gt;Its just the phase that I'm going through.&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;i&gt;Do you Know..???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one&lt;i&gt; Whom I have always Loved....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who told me &lt;i&gt;Everything is going to be Alright...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who never &lt;i&gt;Escaped&lt;/i&gt; my thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one to whom I was&lt;i&gt; Addicted...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was My &lt;i&gt;Hero.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought&lt;i&gt; It must be Love...&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;Lost inside your love..&lt;/i&gt;.I felt he was&lt;i&gt; Too Good for me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew&lt;i&gt; Who's cheating who...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, there was &lt;i&gt;Love for fun..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A O&lt;i&gt;ne night stand...&lt;/i&gt; A&lt;i&gt; Heartbreaker..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby hold on.....Maybe &lt;/i&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;a Little girl...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me &lt;i&gt;The world crashes down&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why not me..????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;is what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm taking back my love"&lt;/i&gt; were the words said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can You hear me..???&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&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;Break me, shake me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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;Don't you Forget about me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;Miss You&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; my &lt;i&gt;Heartbeat &lt;/i&gt;Says it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even your name &lt;i&gt;Rings my Bells..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way you touch me&lt;/i&gt;... Brings tears &amp;amp;&lt;i&gt; Sad Eyes&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I was your Lover &lt;/i&gt;always....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that&lt;i&gt; I love to see you cry.&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's it &lt;i&gt;To love a woman...&lt;/i&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;Now if any Enrique Iglesias fan is reading this I'm sure you have deciphered it long before who am I talking about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; the latest one in the list being "Why not me..???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have been listening to him since my school days &amp;amp; with each passing year..I have grown more &amp;amp; more found of him...His voice is just magic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So presenting before you Enrique Iglesias as never before-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yuNHfdCElzk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day ahead.. TC.. Keep rocking.. Keep smiling...  :)&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/5805917095480391706-5560239114148000783?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5560239114148000783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5560239114148000783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5560239114148000783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5560239114148000783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-not-me.html' title='Why not me...??????'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yuNHfdCElzk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4959548070803018840</id><published>2011-03-02T00:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:10:19.441+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>The Changing Times......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many-a-times....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that all is over,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that all is gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But then it is just the beginning....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why???&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;Sometimes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that I am near,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I even feel that I have got it..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But then I find it's gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just sometimes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that I should leave it all..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just walk away from all harsh realities..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But then I do come back in this world of dreams...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiee  All.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you doing..?? Hope that the month of &lt;i&gt;Valentine&lt;/i&gt; had been pleasant &amp;amp; full of love for you. Talking about my above lines of creation, I have written them with some purpose &amp;amp; meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; views. It would even help me to broaden my thinking horizons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please do share your views &amp;amp; I'll be back soon next time with what  I meant about those few lines there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-4959548070803018840?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4959548070803018840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4959548070803018840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4959548070803018840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4959548070803018840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/03/changing-times.html' title='The Changing Times......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6276032872705631961</id><published>2011-02-08T23:12:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:51:29.777+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>NO or KNOW..??</title><content type='html'>A very strange thing happened today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my Desk when a customer approached me asking for the balance in his Account. I enquired his number &amp;amp; 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&lt;i&gt;"Thirty three thous..."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; he interrupted.&lt;i&gt;"Arey madam, English kuthe yete..Zara Marathit sanga naa"(meaning I don't understand English. Tell me in Marathi.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeated the balance for him in Marathi to which he asked &lt;i&gt;"Clear aahe naa Balance..??"(Is it all clear??). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied in positive &amp;amp; then he said THANK YOU &amp;amp; was about to leave when I called him back &amp;amp; said &lt;i&gt;"Thank You pan English aahe..."(You said thank you, thats is in English only.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiled at himself &amp;amp; said &lt;i&gt;"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 &amp;amp; speak the same. Rather than making mistakes while talking in English, I would better not speak that.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; the things we know or don't know.??? Most of us just try to go ahead without taking time for this analysis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even I realised that there must be some facts about me in the same way. So why not take sometime out &amp;amp; get to know the person you live the most of the time with-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; YOURSELF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; accept those facts not just to yourself but even to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice time ahead..!! :) Tc..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-6276032872705631961?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6276032872705631961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6276032872705631961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6276032872705631961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6276032872705631961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-or-know.html' title='NO or KNOW..??'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1226754679778339064</id><published>2011-01-30T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:01:05.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Dil Toh Bachcha Hai Ji.....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last year at around the same time, I was humming a song "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;..." 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...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;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 &amp;amp; movie as I sat down to write... This is actually about our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; how it acts like a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bachcha&lt;/span&gt;..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There are actually small things which touch our heart &amp;amp; make it happy. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp;  your cousins/friends understand &amp;amp; laugh out loud. Just tell me is there anything that can make you so happy as these small incidences.?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Now isn't it true for all of us..?? No matter how much ever we grow up or whatever we do, somewhere deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt; us, there is a small child that lives silently &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; pleasing everyone by doing things that are against our heart.. Let your feelings in the heart mushroom up &amp;amp; let the whole world see the real YOU which will surely make your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; smile with happiness..!! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-1226754679778339064?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1226754679778339064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1226754679778339064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1226754679778339064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1226754679778339064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/01/dil-toh-bachcha-hai-ji.html' title='Dil Toh Bachcha Hai Ji.....!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7105774031591634756</id><published>2011-01-05T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:09:27.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>So cute....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I was walking back home with my friend when I just exclaimed, "Wow..So Cute...!!!"&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend turned around &amp;amp; said "Who...???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arey aage gayi..!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aage gayi..???? Were you looking at some baby girl..???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Naa re....Woh.............................."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................Woh car... Beetle...!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, its such a sweet &amp;amp; cute design for a car naa..!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually like such cars more than those ferocious, speedy &amp;amp; racing type cars. I have liked many cars but till date, "Beetle" has been my favourite. &amp;amp; the only word I exclaim on seeing it  is "Wowww.... So Cute...!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, my favourite car is Honda City..!!! Not that I don't like all those Mercedes' &amp;amp; BMW's etc etc... but  just that I like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sparkling Silver Honda City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; more than those ones.......!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So which is your favourite car..??? &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/5805917095480391706-7105774031591634756?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7105774031591634756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7105774031591634756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7105774031591634756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7105774031591634756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-cute.html' title='So cute....!!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TSIWTP4a-FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MMiUdRUVZ1U/s72-c/volkswagen-beetle-1_460x0w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3138730014229649595</id><published>2010-12-18T23:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:01:38.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'>Bhool Bhulaiya Solved...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohkk&lt;/span&gt;.. So When you get down, just go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; right hand side straight &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;u'll&lt;/span&gt; find a shop '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Girnar&lt;/span&gt;' It is very big..I'll be just waiting opposite it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;woh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;usme&lt;/span&gt; hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jaake&lt;/span&gt; turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;legi&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt; shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kisi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;puch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;naa&lt;/span&gt;, you will find it."&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Arey&lt;/span&gt; get down before the flyover starts &amp;amp; take the service road straight.. Then take your first right &amp;amp; you'll reach the office..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left, right, straight, curves, turns &amp;amp; what not..?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Uff&lt;/span&gt; this big city &amp;amp; so many directions..... I just was lost in this whole scene that I frequently called this city - "Thane" a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bhool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bhulaiya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; my dad or friends instructed me about finding any location in this place, I would seriously avoid going there alone.. I would accompany someone or try to get my work done somewhere else....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TQz9USRAh4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ibziCOrLcV0/s320/road%2Bconfused.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552090965583366018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. but ..but... Three months ago, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THANE &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;branch of my bank &amp;amp; I had to go this &lt;b&gt;HUGE &lt;/b&gt;city daily. I was seriously wondering how would I go there.. Which road to take, which platform the train would stop on...?? Which road would lead to office...etc etc etc...!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly got to know the things around. In the beginning I just travelled straight from the road I knew... Then after a few days, I started to explore other routes on my way. I tried going from all the lefts, rights &amp;amp; parallel roads that lead to my office... It was then that I discovered that everything was so perfect. It was all built in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;squares&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; had perpendicular corners &amp;amp; turns. It all brought you back to the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; after a whole round was completed. Then the city no longer frightened me.  I checked out a few flyovers &amp;amp; which areas they connected. The city is so big that the more you go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the heart of it, the more you can explore.. But by now, I have come to know all the major areas, localities, routes &amp;amp; landmarks. So now, if I get any directions about the left, right or turns to take to reach any place, there surely wont appear a question mark on my face but a smile that means the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Bhool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Bhulaiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is already solved.&lt;/i&gt;. Set up some other maze now...!! :P  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-3138730014229649595?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3138730014229649595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3138730014229649595&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3138730014229649595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3138730014229649595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/12/bhool-bhulaiya-solved.html' title='Bhool Bhulaiya Solved...!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TQz9USRAh4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ibziCOrLcV0/s72-c/road%2Bconfused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6860899789798144127</id><published>2010-12-14T23:56:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:19:39.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Missing you too.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Hiee.. How are you..?? Hope you remember me..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Yeah..Of course...I do... I mean how can I forg...???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why can't you..???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just look at the number of times you have visited me in the past two months..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"So what dear..?? I have been busy all this while.. You know it right...??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Yeah..Your priorities have changed..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"No.. It's not about priorities.. You are still on my priority list ... It's just that sometime I can't spend as much time with you &amp;amp; so..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"There you go explaining....I don't want to hear them.. Stop them please.. I'm happy the way I am... You can be happy with what you like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"You know that you are very important to me... How can you think of me like that...??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Then what should  I think..?? Remember in the beginning we spent so much of time together &amp;amp; now you have no time only.. So what else should  I think...??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Hmm.. I understand what you mean &amp;amp; I know that I have been away for a while now. But seriously, things around are so difficult that I am not able to devote more time for you.. I promise that it won't happen in the future...!! We would be as close as much as we had been earlier... in the beginning.. I am seriously longing for that time to be back.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"I am missing you.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Me too &lt;b&gt;Dear Blog..!!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.:&lt;/b&gt; Just thought that if my blog could speak, what all accusations it would have made on me for being so irregular here these days..!! :P  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hmm..But as I said, it has been a bit of tight schedule &amp;amp; I would soon be back with more posts, more frequently and also with more comments on all your blogs too..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Missing you.. TC  :)&lt;/span&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/5805917095480391706-6860899789798144127?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6860899789798144127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6860899789798144127&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6860899789798144127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6860899789798144127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-you-too.html' title='Missing you too.....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3287342922511096468</id><published>2010-12-02T23:56:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:37:46.712+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>A Day in the life of "He" &amp; "She"......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HER DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2nd December,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ohh God, What A day.....!!!??!!! I was happy that at last I saw him today.. As the time was nearing, I was wondering if he would come or not but he just came in in the last minute..He was looking so cute in that red shirt..Aha, suits him perfectly well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bu what after he came?? He was talking to everyone around except me... Or Was I feeling so..?? He never notices me &amp;amp; how come I notice him every time he even passes by...?? I think he should understand that I like him when I look at him..? When will he understand.. ? And what if someone else notices it before he does..?? He is really stupid I know... It would take ages for him to understand.. Maybe I should tell that to him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tell..?? But when he asks me something why do I seem to forget all the words..?? I just end up blabbering something or the other and in a minute he is gone asking that to someone else.. Why can't I talk properly to him when he asks me?? Why can't he wait &amp;amp; talk to me about other things too...?? I know so many things......... about school, teachers, subjects, competitions, sports... But he needs to talk to others only it seems.... Maybe tomorrow I'll tell him about our new semester &amp;amp; books....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good night Diary... Apart from this there was nothing special today...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love ya, Ur so so so sweet &amp;amp; my besssssttttttttttt Friend..........!! :) : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HIS DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2nd December,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahh.. I have to talk about her only today.... I know dude you must be bored listening about her everyday but with each passing day I have begun to like her more &amp;amp; more &amp;amp; more... I hope that one day she would realise this &amp;amp; also like me as much as I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The black dress she was wearing today was looking so good on her. I bet it could look that good only on her.. Nobody else would have carried it off in a better way... And those dimples when she smiles... They are so killer God....... But I wonder why doesn't she smile when I look at her.. ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe she does not like me.. She is always confused or afraid while talking to me... I don't understand how to talk to her.. She is always busy with those other girls who are not even half as good as she is.. Why does she have to waste her time talking to them..??? I am wondering what should I ask her tomorrow..?? I think I should ask her about new books and where to buy them and all.. She must have already bought and started studying... Ahh how can these girls be so sincere &amp;amp; yet so cute at the same time..??!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This mystery will never be resolved it seems... I'll tell you what happens tomorrow but for that I have to sleep now or else I'll be late for classes again.... You know even today I reached just dot on time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good night...****YAWNS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Just a memoir of the sweet teenage crushes...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-3287342922511096468?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3287342922511096468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3287342922511096468&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3287342922511096468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3287342922511096468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-in-life-of-he-she.html' title='A Day in the life of &quot;He&quot; &amp; &quot;She&quot;......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5310140501396082179</id><published>2010-11-06T23:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:56:42.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-a-ton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the &lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton 16&lt;/b&gt;; the sixteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blogaton.in/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yeah pink colour suits you. Buy that saree..."&lt;/i&gt; Mom finalised for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I had liked that one only from the beginning. ?I'll buy that one only..." &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; I turned to the shopkeeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bhaiya yeh pack kar dena...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Haan madam, this colour is perfect for you. Diwali ke din aap khub chamkengi..!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Arey, it's not for Diwali.. It is for my reception after Diwali..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ohhh... Shopping for marriage.... So Madam, buy more... This would be your last Diwali at home..??!!!"&lt;/i&gt;  the shopkeeper questioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I nodded but the enthusiasm of shopping vanished. Every time I try to come out of that mood , something or other pops up to remind me of my last days...... I begin to feel low on hearing the word &lt;i&gt;"Last"&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It would not mean an end of celebrations but an end to that kind of celebrations.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more window shopping &amp;amp; bargaining around with Mom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more discussions with Dad about finalising the Diwali gifts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more quarrels with Brother over the crackers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more arguments with Sis over the matching earrings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more fights for chocolates &amp;amp; chaklis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surely there would be Diwali again next year &amp;amp; I would celebrate but there won't be the same shopping, the same gifts, the same crackers, the same jewellery,the same chocolates, the same people around.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There would be a new place, new people, people who have accepted me as a member in their family, people who would care about me but &lt;i&gt;would it be like the same old celebrations?? Or would it be more fun filled celebration??????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Arey see Ishika, the shopkeeper is not even reducing a paisa.. These people have their own say in price during celebrations.. They know people will buy whatever price they quote..."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; suddenly I realised mom was telling me something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I smiled &amp;amp; tried to connect to what she was saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Arey Mummy its fine.. We have to still reach home &amp;amp; complete the coking.. Lets pay for it quickly.. " &lt;/i&gt;I handed over the Debit Card to the cashier &amp;amp; we collected our saree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just as we were crossing the street, a marriage procession passed by &amp;amp; mom remarked, &lt;i&gt;"Next month, we would be celebrating your marriage in the same way... Time is flying so quickly.. Oh God......."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Celebrating Marriage..????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah that is what "Marriage" is in India... A festival just like others which comes once in the whole lifetime.. A time to rejoice, to be happy..... An occasion &amp;amp; reason to celebrate... But  things about other &lt;i&gt;"CELEBRATIONS"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;change so much after this one&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"CELEBRATION"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"MARRIAGE" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; I have begun to realise it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. : &lt;/b&gt;This is a work of Pure Fiction..!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;fellow Blog-a-Tonics&lt;/b&gt; who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective &lt;b&gt;posts&lt;/b&gt; can be checked &lt;a href="http://blogaton.in/2010/11/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-16.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogaton.in/"&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5805917095480391706-5310140501396082179?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5310140501396082179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5310140501396082179&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5310140501396082179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5310140501396082179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/11/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5312662399450947166</id><published>2010-10-11T23:33:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:10:09.536+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pehchan Kaun..???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is said that India is a country with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Unity In Diversity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and it is indeed so true.. The country is so vast and the people living here are so different from each other. Right from their looks to the way they live, eat, walk, talk &amp;amp; behave, everything is so different.. If you have visited at least four states in the country, you would have surely experienced the difference amongst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But with the metro culture rising at various cities, you are likely to come across different people belonging to different cities of India. The question that arise now is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"HOW TO IDENTIFY DIFFERENT CITIZENS OF INDIA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So presenting You with some quick tips that would help you to know the people around you..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, sees them and walks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MUMBAI..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their friends on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their mobiles. Now 50 guys are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PUNJAB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along and tries to make peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two get together and beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DELHI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy comes along and quietly opens a Chai-stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AHMEDABAD....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He writes a software program to stop the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fight doesn't stop because of a virus in the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BANGALORE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy comes along and quietly says that "AMMA" doesn't like all this nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace settles in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHENNAI...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, then a fourth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they start arguing about who's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KOLKATA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes from nearby house and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"duon't fight in frant of mai place, go zumwhere else and geep fighting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KERALA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Best one is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scenario 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes along with a carton of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sit together drinking beer and abusing each other and all go home as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GOA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; The content of this article is not purely original. It was adapted from a mail I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it is not intended to hurt any community or any person's feelings towards any region.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any more to add to the list..?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers.. TC  :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-5312662399450947166?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5312662399450947166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5312662399450947166&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5312662399450947166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5312662399450947166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/10/pehchan-kaun.html' title='Pehchan Kaun..???'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5480855770457877811</id><published>2010-10-08T23:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:05:17.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name'/><title type='text'>What's in a NAME...????</title><content type='html'>You all have come across the phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"What's in a name..??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  What does it mean to you..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means everything... It something so closely attached to me, so much a part of me that I don't even need to be conscious while saying my name.. And I  am sure, it would be the same with everyone. We are all very possessive about our name. Even hearing someone calling out our name  sounds so sweet at times, no matter how common the name may be and when we meet someone with the same name as ours, we immediately feel a sense of bonding with that person. We suddenly identify the same kind of problems with our names,the mistakes people make, the jokes played cracked and the most important...... the way they call you out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dint matter to me if someone called me by a different name or rather say different versions of my name... I don't have a problem when people call me with different names but then I don't like people who are not so familiar to me, calling me with short names.. People call me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Urvashi&lt;/span&gt; ( I really like to be called that), then some call me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Urvi&lt;/span&gt; (Hmmm..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Urvashi"&lt;/span&gt; might be a bit long. So I'm fine with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Urvi"&lt;/span&gt; too.. Mostly everyone in family calls me that... ) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uru &lt;/span&gt;(it is I guess the shortest possible version of my name and some close friends call me that). Even some blogger friends initially adressed me as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Urvashi from URNER??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was so happy at that time to have my name as part of my blogs name. Then there is another list of being known as so &amp; so's Daughter, so &amp; so's sister, and the customised names and pet names too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TK9kNbhHJiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UolAftgc3Q8/s1600/nameis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TK9kNbhHJiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UolAftgc3Q8/s320/nameis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525745449694602786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been christened the most in the last few days and that's at my office.Now here, most of the officers are senior and they always introduce themselves with their surnames. I find this really strange because I'm used to address people by their first name. So I even asked for their first names and I prefer calling them that ways. Now the problem started here. I addressed everyone by their first names whereas they are used to being addressed by their surnames and so they found the former strange, so much so that they dint even realise I'm calling out them... On the other hand, they don't remember my name and then they call me with an altogether different name and due to that, I'm christened almost daily at office. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Unnati", "Urmila", "Urmi", "Vrushali", "Aishwarya"&lt;/span&gt; are some of the names that I hear daily. Then there area few versions of my surnames too. Then there are customers who would want to know whom they are talking to and when they come back to branch, they just say some girl with name from "U " had called us and then it dawns upon everyone that it must be ME.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this all so funny that  I wish everyone around remembers my name soon because I find it difficult to respond when someone can't remember my name &amp; call me by the wrong name.... I really wonder how Shakespeare said that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What's in a name..???"&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/5805917095480391706-5480855770457877811?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5480855770457877811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5480855770457877811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5480855770457877811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5480855770457877811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a NAME...????'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TK9kNbhHJiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UolAftgc3Q8/s72-c/nameis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5614645268804901934</id><published>2010-09-13T00:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:13:29.326+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-liners'/><title type='text'>All in a Line....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"NEVER ask a QUESTION that you DON'T need to know the ANSWER to...!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. : Just thought of writing down some effective one-liners that I come across...!!! Found this in Jeffrey Archer's "A Prisoner of Birth". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week ahead....TC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-5614645268804901934?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5614645268804901934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5614645268804901934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5614645268804901934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5614645268804901934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-in-line.html' title='All in a Line....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7789021190693618055</id><published>2010-09-07T14:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:29:02.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>The COUNTDOWN Tag..!!</title><content type='html'>Hello All..I am here with a longggggggggg tag this time..!! I came across this on &lt;a href="http://anipateldreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anish's&lt;/a&gt; Blog some time ago and found that it had a lovely set of questions. Though it took a lot of time to answer them all, I am finally done with it and the Countdown Begins here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ten How’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars? I got one when a glass jug broke and a piece hurt me on my wrist when I was less than a year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? It was an awesome day. My cousins came over exactly at midnight. Then I attended a family function. Friends came home in the evening which was a surprise since we were just a few days away from our final exams…Loads of phone calls and wishes.. All in all..a memorable day. ..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment? A little sleepy. Just had lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. How did your night go last night? Had a sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did you do in high school? Pretty Good..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing?  I’m wearing a dress that I brought myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? Hmm…these days just once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money did you spend last month? Who keeps a count..??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old do you want to be when you get married? Aww….Marrriage here too..Yaar I’m just 21 and all around I only see the word “Marriage”. Hopefully a couple of years more to go for “Marriage”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old will you be at your next birthday? Two-two…Twenty two…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nine What’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your mothers name: Tag hai ya Family tree..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do last weekend? Attended a family function... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life? My Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing?  Nothing much. I wanted to complete this tag since long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. What did you last cry over? Hmmm… over some argument with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Reading something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Intelligence, confidence &amp;  a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you worried about? Auto rickshaws are on strike here today. I am worried about how I would reach my work walking when I have sprained my ankle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast? Tea with biscuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eight You’s:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? Naa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Have you ever been out of the country? Nooo.... but I want to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Yeahhh......many a times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Not really. I preffered to stay away from such FRIENDS from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? Naa…It’s a wild idea…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Younger or elder would matter if I would have dated someone.. Right..!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Yeah…many a times and 5 Point-Someone is one such in the league. I still re-read it in a day whenever I’m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seven Who’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw? My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted? Last night to my friend Jinen.. that reminds me.. I have not sent a single message today.. Aww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with? Cousins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you? My sir to inform me about the change of time to reach office...( andthanks to it. .That I am writing this..!!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you last hug? hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the last person who texted you? My cousin di..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? The first and the last person is yet to come in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Six Where’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where does your best friend(s) live? Some in the same town, some at a little distance but all of them in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you last go? In the kitchen to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you last hang out? At a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you go to school? GO..?? I WENT to school and where…?? Hmmm… This tag has many personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be? Home Sweet Home..!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night? On my bed in my Bedroom.. (I think there could have been better questions starting with "Where".. then why this..???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five Do’s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think anyone likes you? I don’t know...!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No. had this feeling  earlier but now I love myself, the way I am.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know the muffin man? No!!! Who's he???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does the future scare you? Naa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your parents know about your blog? No....Only my brother knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four Why’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Because there is some connection I feel with them. Something strong that bonds us.... Tough to explain but easier to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did you get into Blogging? To express my views, to explore my writing skills , to spend sometime doing  something I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have?  Because my Dad loved this name and he had chosen it even before I was born….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey? hmmmm.... I love doing Tags and so I’am doing this one too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Three If’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be? To fly like birds to different places...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? Naa..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? A return ticket to go back from where I had come. (C'mon.. one PJ in a post is bearable and I could not think of any 1 thing..!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two Would-You-Ever’s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? No, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? I wonder how would that help but if does then Yeah..…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One last question:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now?  Yes happy but there are things which would make me Happier.. So, Just waiting for them to happen..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Niraj, Rohit, Bharat, ADreamygal, Harini, Urvazee, Meow&lt;/span&gt; and all others who like doing tags with this one..Do let me know if you are taking this up..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S. :&lt;/span&gt; If you read this entire thing really and are still reading this..... Thanks a lot..!! :)  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7789021190693618055?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7789021190693618055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7789021190693618055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7789021190693618055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7789021190693618055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/09/countdown-tag.html' title='The COUNTDOWN Tag..!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8075940789598099921</id><published>2010-09-02T17:45:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:06:11.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>From BUNKER To BANKER..!!!</title><content type='html'>Hiee all.. It has been some time that I have been away from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My Corner"&lt;/span&gt; and the reason for it is is I am busy at some other corner. This corner is my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;workplace&lt;/span&gt;.  I am loving my new job a lot. Actually there are so many interesting things around that I can blog everyday about the new things I found but after coming back home I am so tired that I just check my updates, leave a few comments and then I am off to sleep. Today I finally completed one whole post and yeah I end my ramblings here so that you can proceed to the post.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard a lot about things changing while moving from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Campus To Corporate..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Everyone said the world out there is hard to survive in , competitive and you have to prove yourself in every field. I had my own perceptions about it.. Call it dreams or my expectations, I always wanted it to be a place with good people around and this place is really wonderful... After a few days in here, this is my take at the changes I found while transforming from a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bunker" To "Banker"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TH-ZAbDqInI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9sRh4_JsGmQ/s1600/Campus_To_Corporate.189154041+(1).png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TH-ZAbDqInI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9sRh4_JsGmQ/s400/Campus_To_Corporate.189154041+(1).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512292701466927730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"TIME" and "DISCIPLINE"&lt;/span&gt;. Its really important to be on time, no matter wherever  you come from and in whatever weather. Excuses like Traffic jam are considered LAME here and when was the last time anyone questioned you in a college for being LATE..??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greetings changed from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hieee... "&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Good Morning..!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not just about being cool or casual but being presentable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't behave&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt; as you could when in college. You are responsible even when you put a small TICK mark on a paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Aaj mood nahi, kal karte hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attitude is just not acceptable.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At any point of time you could encounter the question &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What did you do today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the answer has to be a definite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can never have have an attitude of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"WHO CARES" &lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I-KNOW-IT-ALL".&lt;/span&gt; It is actually the best place to learn and the more you accept the fact that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I DON'T KNOW"&lt;/span&gt;, the more you get to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gossiping is a big NO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can never know how things you once said can get against you... Whereas the best part of college was the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CANTEEN CONVERSATIONS &lt;/span&gt;about the crushes and the over smart guy and the stupid girl in the class...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MONTH END no longer means waiting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;POCKET MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SALARY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jokes no longer revolve around professors but customers..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these there are a few similarities too.. The break is the most enjoyable time of the day. It brings everyone together and its a sort of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Round Table Conference&lt;/span&gt; with a variety of topics discussed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weekends&lt;/span&gt; are definitely awaited for. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monday mornings&lt;/span&gt; brings the same &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;....!! Huh...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are really different "On the other side of Counter" is what I had heard at our induction and it is  so true. Being on the other side you need to understand what you had complained once as a customer and now what situation the person who is complaining is in. Once you get to know that you really feel connected to your job and try to give your best. I actually experienced it and now my attitude has changed a lot. The changes do come about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if not at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DAY-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all those who have been through it would surely agree with me that it only helps to make you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BETTER...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-8075940789598099921?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/8075940789598099921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=8075940789598099921&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8075940789598099921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8075940789598099921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-bunker-to-banker.html' title='From BUNKER To BANKER..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TH-ZAbDqInI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9sRh4_JsGmQ/s72-c/Campus_To_Corporate.189154041+(1).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-2666909989606746093</id><published>2010-08-18T22:22:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:39:55.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - "Life in 5 bottles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TG_rwuFhitI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YofZeQYILyw/s1600/5bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TG_rwuFhitI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YofZeQYILyw/s400/5bottles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507880091534854866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried posting for the first time @ &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/newhome/2010/08/18/august-18-3/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-2666909989606746093?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/2666909989606746093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=2666909989606746093&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2666909989606746093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2666909989606746093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesday-life-in-5-bottles.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - &quot;Life in 5 bottles&quot;'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TG_rwuFhitI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YofZeQYILyw/s72-c/5bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7130397046378169800</id><published>2010-08-11T00:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:47:45.289+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criiticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><title type='text'>FaceBook IN, Orkut OUT...???</title><content type='html'>I still remember the  day when I was asked by my cousin "Are you on Orkut..??" and I was like, "Orkut..??? What is that..??" Yeah I dont mind to admit that I was at that time really dumb about these things.. specially to this whole world of Internet and social networking. That was about some four years back... I did not even have an email ID before that. The reason for it was mainly ignorance.. I did not know that outside my world there is so much more to explore and I never even felt the need for such a medium of communication....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my junior college I began to know things about Internet and orkutting and mailing etc. etc.. It was an awesome period discovering new things and finding I was finding it amazing... The whole concept of social networking fascinated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orkut"  was the first social networking site I joined. I loved to create profile, fill in all the details and the DP... that is  the best part about it.... I always upload cute pictures of cats, animals, babies, sometimes sayings or quotes on my profile. I loved to change them frequently.. Once in a while I  upload my own pic for a few days... I always like to hear from my friends by means of scrap about how they were and what they were doing. Then there are testimonials.. I still find it the best feature of Orkut and I really love personalised testimonials, both- to write and receive.... Scrapping ,chatting, changing status messages, adding videos, discussions in forums.....I never knew when I became so much a part of this world which I dint even know once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TGGkabl1hDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FcRQ0bzlZhw/s1600/Orkut-Facebook-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TGGkabl1hDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FcRQ0bzlZhw/s320/Orkut-Facebook-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860993613464626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with time, I even created a profile on FaceBook but I never accessed it.. It was mainly because I did not understand the interface only. I always liked and preferred Orkut to FB... I somehow felt that FB had too much of stuff on one page.. the small font, the page divisions , the friend suggestion (I still don't understand how this feature works.. :P  It suggests anyone and everyone as friends...!!) I just created a profile for kind of namesake. But since the past few months, I  realise that my activity on FaceBoook has increased a lot. I log in frequently out there, check out the updates, comment on some status messages, Like links, share videos, play games, take up answering to quizzes and all such stuff which you know about more than me I guess... ;) But spare me since I am not a Mafia war player or owner of any farm or aquarium there..   ;)  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I use both these sites, I have found that there has been a shift from Orkut to Facebook with regards to many of my friends and now that they are updating statuses all the time, they even have started hating Orkut and criticizing it.... I did not understand this. People there talk about Dumping Orkut and commenting about it. I came across many pages which had names like "Death of Orkut." " Orkut is for Oldies..." etc etc... and these pages had huge fan following... The trend has become like "Facebook In, Orkut out...!!!" I don't understand why people who were on Orkut full time till recently can change their opinion so quickly.I have also started finding facebook as a better option for networking but I have never disliked Orkut and  I am sure I never will because it is the first social networking site I joined. It was like a window that helped me to have a look at the whole virtual world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Orkut or Facebook does not really make a difference for me as long as I enjoy the time I spend there. Its just that sometimes when people change their opinion so suddenly and so strongly, I wonder how long would they even enjoy FaceBook...??? That time won't be far when some other popular site might pop-up(or it has already...?????) where people would criticize FaceBook..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S.: Really been a long while  I wrote something in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... So how are you all and  how is this new template??? I loved this one at the first instant when I came across it...!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7130397046378169800?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7130397046378169800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7130397046378169800&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7130397046378169800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7130397046378169800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebook-in-orkut-out.html' title='FaceBook IN, Orkut OUT...???'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TGGkabl1hDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FcRQ0bzlZhw/s72-c/Orkut-Facebook-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-562905876271602452</id><published>2010-07-17T22:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:26:37.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>The HANGOVER...!! (55 fiction)</title><content type='html'>Mom called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Come for dinner..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me... Everything around seemed so dull and dizzy.... Even keeping my eyelids open was seeming to be a tough task... My head was just spinning like anything.... I drank water, gulped down an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aspirin&lt;/span&gt; and decided NEVER EVER TO........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TEHrp7w8kyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/n2boH9Yl6Ac/s1600/55.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TEHrp7w8kyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/n2boH9Yl6Ac/s400/55.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494932126018868002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.......READ THE WHOLE BOOK IN ONE SHOT....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. : I don't know if it was a good attempt at 55 fiction... Actually it's not a fiction. Experinced it last weekend when I went on to read a full small  novel but at the end of the day...... Huh.....!!  :P  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-562905876271602452?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/562905876271602452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=562905876271602452&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/562905876271602452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/562905876271602452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/07/hangover-55-fiction.html' title='The HANGOVER...!! (55 fiction)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TEHrp7w8kyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/n2boH9Yl6Ac/s72-c/55.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-9092323525565330566</id><published>2010-07-11T19:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:14:42.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>I am on STRIKE..!!!</title><content type='html'>Hieee all.. No..Don't go by the title... I am not protesting against anything or going on any hunger strike. .(I can't even imagine that..!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am back with the latest tag on Blogsville..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tag which I found on most of the blogs and it was so interesting that I hit the "CTRl + C" and "Ctrl + V" and here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very simple... You just strike out the things from the list which you have not done yet...and the list goes as.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed someone.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;Smoked a cigarette.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;Got so drunk you passed out.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;Rode every ride at an amusement park. &lt;/strike&gt;(I am scared of most of them..)&lt;br /&gt;6. Collected something stupid.(Used recharge vouchers, train tickets, shells at shores…hmmm.. need anything more..??)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;Gone to a rock concert.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Helped someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;Gone fishing. &lt;/strike&gt;(Naaa..not yet)&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;Watched four movies in one night. &lt;/strike&gt;(Movies and Me…?? Far apart..!!! It takes me four nights to complete watching one.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;11. Lied to someone. &lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;Snorted cocaine.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strike&gt;Smoked weed.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strike&gt;Failed a subject.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strike&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strike&gt;Been in a tornado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Watched someone die. (It's really horrifying...)&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strike&gt;Been to a funeral.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Burned yourself.(Everytime while frying something…!!)&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strike&gt;Run a marathon.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strike&gt;Spent over 10,000 bucks in one day.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strike&gt;Flown on an aeroplane.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strike&gt;Cheated on someone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Been cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;26. Written a 10 page letter.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strike&gt;Gone skiing.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Been sailing. &lt;br /&gt;29. Cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;31. Lost someone you loved.&lt;br /&gt;32. Got into trouble for something you didn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strike&gt;Stolen a book from the library.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strike&gt;Gone to a different country. &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strike&gt;Watched the Harry Potter movies. &lt;/strike&gt; ( Such a hyped character.... I just don't like him..... )&lt;br /&gt;36. Had an online diary. (Had..??? I have... Just created..!!)&lt;br /&gt;37. Fired a gun.&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strike&gt;Gambled in a casino.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Been in a school play.&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strike&gt;Been fired from a job.&lt;/strike&gt; (Just started with my first job  :P )&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strike&gt;Taken a lie detector test.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strike&gt;Swam with dolphins.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Voted for someone on a reality TV show.&lt;br /&gt;44. Written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;45. Read more than 20 books a year.&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strike&gt;Gone to Europe.&lt;/strike&gt; (How I would Love to...)&lt;br /&gt;47. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;48. Used a colouring book over age 12.&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strike&gt;Had a surgery.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken a Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;52. Had more than 5 IM conversations going on at once.&lt;br /&gt;53. Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strike&gt;Suffered any form of abuse.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;strike&gt;Had a pet. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;strike&gt;Petted a wild animal.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strike&gt;Had your own credit card &amp; bought something with it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strike&gt;Dyed your hair.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strike&gt;Got a tattoo...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Had something pierced. (Just ears….!! M too afraid of piercing..!!)&lt;br /&gt;61. Got straight A’s.&lt;br /&gt;62. Known someone personally with HIV or AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;63. Taken pictures with a webcam.&lt;br /&gt;64. Lost something expensive.(So far..only gold earrings or should I say earring…I lost one out of the pair..!! )&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to sleep with music on. (Many..many times…!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass this tag on to all those who love doing TAGS..!!  :) Enjoy and do leave me a comment if you are taking this up..!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week..!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-9092323525565330566?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/9092323525565330566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=9092323525565330566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/9092323525565330566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/9092323525565330566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-on-strike.html' title='I am on STRIKE..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5855094058286559625</id><published>2010-07-05T21:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:17:31.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>The "Hello" Boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Bheegi si bhaagi si, Mere bazuo mein samaye....Soti si jaagi si.... "&lt;/span&gt;  went my ringtone as it flashed some number on the screen.. I picked up the call closing the tab on my screen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hello...!!??"&lt;/span&gt; I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hello..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh..Hiee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you...??? Kab aaye..??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arey bas fine... Just came back yesterday.. Tum batao.. Kya haal hai..?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much yaar... These breaks are so boringg....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know aaj mein tumhe is naye number se pareshan karne wala tha... But yaar tum to 'Hello' se aage kuch bolne hi nahi deti...!! Tumhare pass yeh naumber to nahi tha naa..?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naa....Nahi tha..." (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laughing uncotrollably...)&lt;/span&gt; "Arey tumhari aawaz kisi bhi number se pehchanungi yaar..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm.... Koi naa.. Main koi aur plan banaunga tumhe pareshan karne....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wo kyon..?? Pareshan karna jaroori hai kyaa..??? ".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a snippet from the conversation that went on and on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so true naa.. some voices do not need an introducion. No matter after how long you hear it and wherever you are, you recognise it in a jiffy...!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the "Hello" boy. Yaar your voice is so unique.. Strong but with a tinge of innocence.. Your style of saying &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since the time I have known you.. Believe me, it has always been the same and thats why you are caught..!!  :P  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change it if you wanna escape..!!  :P ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wrote the conversation in Hindi- English mix as it gave a nice feel to it.. Just plain English would not have sounded good...!! So you got any &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tring- tring&lt;/span&gt; tales to share..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-5855094058286559625?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5855094058286559625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5855094058286559625&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5855094058286559625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5855094058286559625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-boy.html' title='The &quot;Hello&quot; Boy....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8325862969705871590</id><published>2010-07-01T21:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:52:26.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Madno.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hain dil ko teri aarzoo,&lt;br /&gt;Par main tujhe naa paa sakoon,&lt;br /&gt;Hain dil ko teri justjoo,&lt;br /&gt;Par main tujhe naa paa sakoon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sleeping to the tunes of this beautiful song since the past two nights.... Its such a wonderful song.. Just a soothing treat for the ears.... Liked a song so, so, so much after a long time.. While hearing it for the first time, it reminds me of the couple of beautiful songs from the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Anwar"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics so different... with touch of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Urdu&lt;/span&gt; words.. a Sufi type song... The word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Madno" &lt;/span&gt;itself means &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sajnaa"&lt;/span&gt;.. so different and nice naa..!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I googled that one...)&lt;/span&gt; The way Kshitij says Madnoo..Mashko... Dilbaroo... Ohhh.. I just get lost in his words..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite line &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Main hoon shab tu subah........&lt;br /&gt;Dono jud ke judaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is really beautiful and yeah definitely a must listen if you like soft, romantic, Hindi music... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp.813"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp.813" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OupROrVlzRo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you still hvn't come across this song....!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-8325862969705871590?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/8325862969705871590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=8325862969705871590&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8325862969705871590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8325862969705871590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/07/madno.html' title='Madno.................'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7752182674060293511</id><published>2010-06-23T23:54:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:30:00.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birhtday'/><title type='text'>A tale of.......</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a kingdom..a land....a place where many people lived.. Have you heard of this place..?? It was a place where there was no one ruler or king. Everyone was their own king. People worked on their own in a way, everyone was each other's friend. They seemed to know every person next door. Even if they did not know each other, they were always ready to help people around. Everyone expressed themselves to the best here and shared thoughts, views ,opinions and incidents from their lives . Their friends were always there to support them or correct them, as situation demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom was huge and ever expanding... One day a girl who had been amazed by the people in this kingdom decided to visit it and when she was here....she was just fascinated by the place..Slowly, she started to be like the people round talking to everyone, sharing her thoughts and learning from her experiences.. It gave her joy and also helped her to identify herself even better... It became a memorable experience for her and she continued visiting the place more often....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know which kingdom am I talking about..?? It is the kingdom of bloggers and the girl is me... today its my blogs first Birthday. It was exactly a year ago from this date that I started blogging actually and I have been enjoying every moment on this wonderful place since then... I discovered how much I loved writing and it also got to know so many like-minded people around..Someone just like me, some exactly opposite...some confident and open..some like the shy girl-next-door, some masters in writing..some beginners...!! Whatever be the category they fall into, there is one thing that is common.. that is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love for writing&lt;/span&gt; and each one combined it with their own style and hence every blogger in this space is unique....!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my posts.. I have explored so many types in this one year that I am myself surprised...Even today when I go through some of my previous posts, I wonder..Did I actually write it..??? Those experiences, those memories,  stories and fictions and even 55-fictions and poems too....!! I am like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ohh My God&lt;/span&gt;..!! I don't know if it happens to you all, but at times, I am really amazed...!!  :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TCJWkZ6j9sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T2EXdINfQCk/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TCJWkZ6j9sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T2EXdINfQCk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486042479522477762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FUN TO BE ONE&lt;/span&gt;...and there is only thing I would like to say right now.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'M LOVING IT..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheers to blogging and all the Kings and Queens in this wonderful Kingdom..!! :) :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7752182674060293511?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7752182674060293511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7752182674060293511&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7752182674060293511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7752182674060293511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/06/tale-of_23.html' title='A tale of.......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TCJWkZ6j9sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T2EXdINfQCk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3275189246009119768</id><published>2010-06-20T17:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:53:52.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>Fear it..?? Try it..!!  :)</title><content type='html'>Superb, sparkling silver and stylish... Wowwww...They look so great...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would I be able to carry it off properly..?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the fear I always had when I looked at pencil heels...!! I found them really attractive and if someone would wear it , I would really admire her because it was like a fantasy for me to wear those type of sandals and walk properly in them.. (without falling..!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been wearing box or platform heeled sandals but wanted to try pencil heels since long. Whenever I thought of buying it , the next thought would be, but how would I walk  in them and considering the number of times I have to get down or climb steps at home, bus, college etc , I always let go off the thought for the time being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last month when I went shopping with my aunt, she encouraged me to buy those sandals. Back home I was pretty excited about it. They were silver and had 2 inch pencil heels.I loved it. But my mom was very apprehensive about me wearing those sandals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last after the numerous scoldings-cum-warnings from Mom and some tips from my sister, I tried them and guess what...?? I could manage it perfectly well.. I dint even trip over once in them(And I was even wearing a Saree that day..!!)... Though I had to be careful in the beginning while I was walking, I got used to it in a while..!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TB4IKNNtCkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pQ1ZWUDRvRU/s1600/t.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TB4IKNNtCkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pQ1ZWUDRvRU/s320/t.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484830367622695490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear has vanished I would definitely buy more of those pairs in the future...!!Now this was a small incident about a small fear I had and  how I overcame it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many a times from people around that when you fear something... you must not give it up.. Instead, you should go ahead and try it..What do you stand to lose..??Even I have given this piece so many times to my cousins while they find something difficult or afraid to try but sometimes forget to apply those for myself...!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are really ironical at times...!! What say..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-3275189246009119768?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3275189246009119768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3275189246009119768&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3275189246009119768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3275189246009119768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/06/fear-it-try-it.html' title='Fear it..?? Try it..!!  :)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/TB4IKNNtCkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pQ1ZWUDRvRU/s72-c/t.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3061122516646883248</id><published>2010-06-18T00:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:38:56.735+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>New Age A,B,C...........</title><content type='html'>Just check this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for apple, and B is for boat, &lt;br /&gt;that used to be right, but now it won't float! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age before beauty is what we once said,&lt;br /&gt;but let's be a bit more realistic instead. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A's for arthritis;&lt;br /&gt;B's the bad back,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C's the chest pains,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps car-di-ac???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for dental decay and decline, &lt;br /&gt;E is for eyesight, can't read that top line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for fissures and fluid retention, &lt;br /&gt;G is for gas which I'd rather not mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H high blood pressure--I'd rather have it low; &lt;br /&gt;I for incisions with scars you can show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend, &lt;br /&gt;K is for knees that crack when they bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L 's for leprosy, go have a skin check....&lt;br /&gt;M is for memory, I forget what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low; &lt;br /&gt;O is for osteo, bones that don't grow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P for prescriptions, I have quite a few, &lt;br /&gt;just give me a pill and I'll be good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for queasy, is it fatal or flu? &lt;br /&gt;R is for reflux, one meal turns to two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for sleepless nights, counting my fears,&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tinnitus; bells in my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for urinary; troubles with flow; &lt;br /&gt;V for vertigo, that's 'dizzy,' you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W for worry, now what's going 'round? &lt;br /&gt;X is for X ray, and what might be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y for another year I'm left here behind, &lt;br /&gt;Z is for zest I still have-- in my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm keeping twenty-six doctors fully employed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. :&lt;/span&gt; In this fast moving world, we are hearing of all types of illness and diseases that people are suffering... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be surely thinking that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how could I write something so cool..... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are right..This is not my work. I read this somewhere and thought to share it here..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice work naa...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-3061122516646883248?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3061122516646883248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3061122516646883248&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3061122516646883248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3061122516646883248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-age-abc.html' title='New Age A,B,C...........'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-93474993777699371</id><published>2010-06-08T19:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:49:18.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ohhhhhhh....!!</title><content type='html'>I just now wrote a whole article and just when I was about to post it... There was a power cut and just because I had not hit the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Ctrl + S"&lt;/span&gt; even once while typing, the whole article vanished...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I was using notepad..!!)&lt;/span&gt; Now I will write it again some other day.....!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but it always happens with me. Whenever I don't save there has to be a power cut. It would be as short as 5 mins and then the light would be back....  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, whenever I am free and have time to watch TV, something would go wrong... There would no power or there would be no good programmes to watch. I just end up shuffling the channels..!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, whenever I want to chat or come online...It has happened so many times that my net does not get connected..If it gets connected, there is no one online.... Always happens with me..!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when I get late to reach at home or some other place, something would happen on the way and I would get more late. I wont get the train or go in the wrong way or something  It once happened that I got late to reach home... With great difficulty I got a rick and I called home that  I would reach in 5 mins. Just then, the driver broke through a signal and I got even more late...!! "Why me??? " is the only thought I get then..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....enough of my sad sad stories...!! Anything that happens with you and makes you think &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ohh...Why it always happens with me..?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Just reverted back to my previous template. I want some new template..!! Please suggest if there are good sites to download templates..!! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-93474993777699371?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/93474993777699371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=93474993777699371&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/93474993777699371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/93474993777699371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohhhhhhh.html' title='Ohhhhhhh....!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-522753438622824790</id><published>2010-05-24T19:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:26:02.617+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>And I Brought him Home.....!!</title><content type='html'>At last.. I found him...!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for him since so so long.... I told mom also about it. Today was my last exam and I had told Mom that I would bring him home on the last day. She agreed to it. Actually she thought I was crazy at first but then she said it was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my Love. Of late I had started liking him more than even last year.. Even on my way to my exam centre I used to see him and then remember all those cute moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally while coming home today..I brought him home. Mom found him good.. I always find him cute... so no need to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also liked him but he said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What yaar...!! You got the male zoo-zoo..?? I find the female ones cuter...!!!!"   :P  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. : I know this was really crazy but I am really loving the cute zoo-zoo soft toy I got today.. Due to exams I had been away for so long from my PC and blog and orkut and everything, that I wanted to write something and so the post..!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. : Next time I would definitely write something better..!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, on 16th May my short story &lt;a href="http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/11/act.html"&gt;"The Act..!!"&lt;/a&gt; got published in DNA Sunday.. I am too happy about it but was a bit busy to write about it earlier...!! Had a great month...!! Just waiting for the next..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;TC :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-522753438622824790?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/522753438622824790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=522753438622824790&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/522753438622824790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/522753438622824790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-brought-him-home.html' title='And I Brought him Home.....!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1972138774249845256</id><published>2010-05-09T20:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:47:03.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>No Emotions...Only Atyachaar..!!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back I heard a lot about the TV show "Emotional Atyachaar" saying that how it helped people to check on their partners....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling intrigued by what I had heard I asked my brother if he knew about the show. He said yeah and explained me about the concept.. I even watched the show and Ohh God.... The show is really a disaster of Emotions and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S-bQrDB6kUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZSCuyd6nptg/s1600/ataychar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S-bQrDB6kUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZSCuyd6nptg/s320/ataychar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469288235454337346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't come across this controversial show on Bindass TV, here's  a gist for you about the so-called-reality-show. A person who is in a relationship undertakes a "Loyalty check" on their partner. Now, for this they approach the people on this show. For the Loyalty test, the Emotional Attyachar team sends undercover agents to the partner and these agents try to get into talking with the suspect for the test and all these things are recorded using hidden cameras and microphones. These agents come about as very friendly and try to get in touch through some or the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of the cases, the suspects also start talking to those agents, get closer to them and start sharing facts about their life and relationships.( In fact, they are made to talk about it by the over sweet and over friendly agents who is what I feel after watching the show). All these things are recorded and shown to the partners who conducted this test. They are shown how unfaithful their partners are and all that blah blah blah emotional stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the show, they bring both the partners as well as the agents together in front of the camera and then there is a series of swearing, fights, abuses and all emotional attyachar stuff.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens after that is not known..!!!If one partner can go to such a show, it shows that he does not trust his partner and when it is proved they get agitated over it and talk about breaking up then and there. Talking about the suspect, if they are found unfaithful, their partner blames them and what if they come out as loyal (who are not distracted by any agents). Nobody in such a case would continue with a partner who doubts him/her to the extent that they conduct such TESTS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question is why are people heading to this level in relationships where there is no element of trust, loyalty or respect for each other. Aren't people wise enough to judge on their own if their partners are loyal to them or are they hiding some facts..?? Talking and clearing up things should help or approaching such TV shows...?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these shows are getting more and more publicity by telecasting such stuff and also due to added controversies, I am beginning to feel that is there any respect for emotions such as love, respect, faith or trust, in this world or are they mere tools to  attract TRPs.......????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-1972138774249845256?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1972138774249845256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1972138774249845256&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1972138774249845256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1972138774249845256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-emotionsonly-atyachar.html' title='No Emotions...Only Atyachaar..!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S-bQrDB6kUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZSCuyd6nptg/s72-c/ataychar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1880854833687691723</id><published>2010-05-03T23:03:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:27:31.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><title type='text'>SmS...!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The first thing I do in the morning is check my cell...."&lt;/span&gt;Its a group I have joined on FB... But isn't this a fact for the most of us..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talking about yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning. Checked my cell besides the pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rubbed my eyes and sent a message to a couple of friends-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"See outside the window...&lt;br /&gt;Sun rising for U,&lt;br /&gt;Flowers Smiling for U,&lt;br /&gt;Birds Singing for U,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz last nite I told them all to wish Good Morning to U...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message and after  a while I got a reply- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Koi fayda nahi yeh sab karke. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe bahut neend aa rahi hai... Sone de mujhe. GNSD..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNSD..This was at 9.00 in the morning.... Great friends..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ok..sleep well... GN.. :) :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S98KqPraqqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QCt212pvc2U/s1600/sms_icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S98KqPraqqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QCt212pvc2U/s320/sms_icon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467100193530489506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this what I want to talk about today........ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed this habit of hitting the reply button as soon as I read a message.... I don't know but how over the past few months I reply for most of the messages that I receive.. Even the forwards, just like the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS conversations were so much a part of my routine till lately... But now I love this mode of communication I love all those messages in my inbox and I even like to reply for them - be it PJ's ( also includes CID PJ's) or Shayaris or thoughts or Quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there are some messages where you have to choose some item from a list and then you are said what the list represents..I even like such messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Which symbol you will select,&lt;br /&gt;For your life partner…&lt;br /&gt;%&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;$&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Answer will be sent after your reply….&lt;br /&gt;Reply must.This is 100 % True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer (sent after reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;% Kanjus&lt;br /&gt;= Best Couple&lt;br /&gt;# Every day shopping&lt;br /&gt;$ Non stop kisses&lt;br /&gt;? Half minded&lt;br /&gt;/ A soft touch with a smile&lt;br /&gt;! Bold and smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what connection it has with lifepartner cannot be expalined by even a huge thesis but it is definitely Fun...!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such mesages... The one which has figures made using all signs and symbols... They are all  also really really cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;! !&lt;br /&gt;| !"\(-.-)&lt;br /&gt;| ! //&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| ! _/ \_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tring... Tring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaad Dilane Aayi Hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aapke sms Nahi Aa Rahy Hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms Karo Warna Ghanti Kharab Kar k Bhag Jaon Gi. :-) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the SMS length.... OMG... just 160 words/SMS...&lt;br /&gt;I really find its too short...Specially while chatting. I generally exceed the word limit for one message.. It runs up to 2-3 messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people chat in just a couple of words in a message... Just words such as 'k' 'yeah' 'hmm' 'no' '5in' and on, on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro also has this habit of just replying in a word to msgs. I asked him once about it to which he replies, rather preaches to me- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about words.. Its understanding.... Feelings don't need words... Bhavnaon ko samjo..  :P :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if there is so much understanding, what is the need to even send such really Short MessageS..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I write an SMS to someone it is my habit to start wid Hie...Hello.... or atleast end with GM, GD, GE, GN, GNSD, TC  etc and loads of smileys... I like to edit messages before sending them. But sometimes I get messages in the evening which have GM written at the end.That really annoys me. How can one not even edit or check that much before sending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the height when one of my younger cousin(lets call him K) sent me an Independence day forward on Republic day.... He dint edit the last line to suit the day. I read and replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hello..wake up..Today its Republic Day...Not Independence Day...!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ohh..I 4got to edit n chng..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hmmm.... But remember it 4m now..!!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"No no teacher...If u say, I will write it in my book a 100 times in my book 'Today is REPUBLIC DAY' and show you....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hehe...naa naa..No need for it...I am not such a strict teacher..!! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC... do well with ur exams...Go study nw..Byee..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after saying Byee...we continued talking for some more time before we said the final Byeeee.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now again this is peculiar about chatting... We continue talking even after saying Byee...cyaaa.... at least 3- 4 times..Ain't it....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S. :&lt;/span&gt; I'm loving this SMS style chat. It is really at your convenience, short, sweet, cute and makes me smile.... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is ur ishhhtyle of SMS..............????&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/5805917095480391706-1880854833687691723?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1880854833687691723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1880854833687691723&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1880854833687691723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1880854833687691723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/05/sms.html' title='SmS...!!!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S98KqPraqqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QCt212pvc2U/s72-c/sms_icon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5244653129950919051</id><published>2010-04-25T15:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:23:44.399+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>I love doing tags.....Doing this Tag after a Long time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged for this by &lt;a href="http://masallalemonade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Niraj&lt;/a&gt; some time ago.So having nothing to do on this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lazy Sunday afternoon&lt;/span&gt; I took up to answering these interesting set of questions... Thanks Niraj.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Bird, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Peacock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Color, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Leader, I'D be&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; like Shilpa M'am &lt;/span&gt;(She is our co-ordinator at college and I really respect and admire her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Liquid, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Time, I'D be the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Cellphone, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nokia 5233 &lt;/span&gt;( My recent favourite...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Watch, I'D be the one with diamond studded dial and a silver bracelet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Car, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honda City..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I were a Music, I'D be something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soft and soothing&lt;/span&gt; like the sound of a Flute or Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Voice, I'D be like Neha Bhasin.. ( Love the song Kuch Khaas hai by her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Emotion, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happiness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Smile, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smiling..&lt;/span&gt; (Sounds weird..I know..but what else can I write.?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a water, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Investor, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smart and Careful...  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Stock, I'D be stock of some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Subject, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Flower, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a Colourful Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Writer, I'D Want to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like Sidney Sheldon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an Artist, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'D be a Painter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Life, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'D be living  to the maximum .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Luck, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With those who need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Finally.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Missing Thing in the world, I'D be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peace........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. : I had read this tag on other blogs too... Its really a nice exercise..SO if you too wanna try...Take this up and let me know your &lt;span style="font-style:bold;"&gt;Wishes&lt;/span&gt; too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-5244653129950919051?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5244653129950919051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5244653129950919051&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5244653129950919051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5244653129950919051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-9203074906398202877</id><published>2010-04-21T23:57:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:20:22.828+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Vacations in Summer...Arrrgghhh...  :(</title><content type='html'>Comes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it is the time for exams and semesters to wind up. Time to dump your books and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enjoy Vacations.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irldefender.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/gone-for-now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://irldefender.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/gone-for-now.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't understand why should we be having vacations in Summer..??? I mean summers are so hot. I just don't feel like going out anywhere in this sunny weather..So what is the use of having vacation...??Even if I go out, the skin gets all sun burnt. It is not at all pleasant to go out in this weather...Leave alone vacationing. The only place apt for summer vacations would be some cool, cool hill-station.. Else, it can be a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imagine if we had vacations in Winter.&lt;/span&gt;..Wow... It would be so lovely... Firstly , I would love to sleep till late on cool winter mornings... Then wake up lazily, roam about, have fresh fruits for breakfast and then just go out and enjoy in the pleasant weather outside... Though winters in Mumbai are not so freezing cold, it is the best part of the year according to me... Not for studying or completing assignments.. But just go out for a vacation..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What If we had vacations in Monsoon...??&lt;/span&gt; That would also be great because during monsoons, it is entirely the opposite of what happens in Winter...!! I enjoy the rains but the thought of going out to colleges in monsoons...all drenched up... walking through water blocked lanes... Hmm.. I don't think any more description is needed...Right..?? So whenever it rains, I just feel that all schools and colleges should give vacations and let the students be at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things always do not go as I want them.. (Thankfully.... Or else it would be a mess...  :P )  Vacations have been, are and will continue to be during the summers... and in a way.. I Love them too... After all.... Its only during our student life that we get such long vacations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;  These days I am on vacations and at home. So enjoying the most but also missing my college and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh God.. Why is there a "But" in most of my statements..??  :P  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-9203074906398202877?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/9203074906398202877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=9203074906398202877&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/9203074906398202877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/9203074906398202877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/comes-april-and-it-is-month-of-exams.html' title='Vacations in Summer...Arrrgghhh...  :('/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1485576713651238975</id><published>2010-04-18T22:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:59:57.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Limit</title><content type='html'>Me- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A limit..??? Why..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That I don't know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We talk Freedom of speech, freedom of Expression.. Fair advertisement... What's this..?? It is not done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ma'am..You can buy if you wish...." &lt;/span&gt;the shopkeeper said handing over the SMS Bonus card to me, which said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNLIMITED FREE SMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Limited to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5oo SMS&lt;/span&gt; per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just thought of writing about these weird schemes of telecom companies wherein they advertise something and the actual offer is something. Not that 500 sms is less per day..But why cant they advertise it that way..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your view..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Posted @ &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com"&gt;The Writers Lounge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-1485576713651238975?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1485576713651238975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1485576713651238975&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1485576713651238975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1485576713651238975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/limit.html' title='The Limit'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3275270772144951761</id><published>2010-04-16T21:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:03:55.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait'/><title type='text'>Don't Stress my Pateince....</title><content type='html'>Someone has said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Patience is a virtue. Possess it if you can. Seldom found in Woman, Never found in Man”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree to it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about myself, I think I am patient a lot. I am never in a haste to get something or complete my task. I can wait for a reasonable amount of time. Also I try to be patient and calm when someone around me is angry. So,in this way, I am patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..But...But...there are times when I turn impatient too.. When I know something half through, I have to know it completely then and there. There are sometimes when I want to know the things or tell something and I get impatient.. Happening a lot with me lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Men....Ahem Ahem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Not about all.... Just want to talk about one of my friends who is very, very, very patient...(Pun intended...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago, while I was sitting with my friends in the canteen, discussing over something, my Friend Bharat said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You all are stressing my patience.." &lt;/span&gt;I thought I heard something out of the way.. But none of my other friends seemed to notice the words. So I kept quite and the conversation went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again after a few minutes, I told something to my friend who was on the other end of table.. She began laughing. Now it so happened that Bharat did not get the joke or something and he asked me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What did you say..??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to this we all replied in unison,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Nothing..You wont understand..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so so so frustrated over it that he spoke the same thing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You all are stressing my patience.." &lt;/span&gt;This time I was sure I heard it correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Stressing my patience..What kind of English is that..??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied back,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That's MY ENGLISH...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amused to hear it. Now this is such a cute part about him.. He gets impatient very very soon. Just start telling him &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A..."&lt;/span&gt; n then stop.. He would get impatient and again the trademark dialogue. I have never come across any such person in my life yet... Its very unique about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is impatient about so many things... about knowing what we talk...what we do... Even if I get a bit late in replying to him, he would message back, "Reply fast...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was an SMS I got, " Tell me one thing that you don't like about me." When I forwarded it to him, I got the reply-  "You all stress my patience....!! You don't tell me so many things..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many occasions when we are talking about something else and from there the topic changes to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Don't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; my patience..!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have got so much used to this dialogue that even when I hear or say the word "Patience" the next word I remember is "Stress"..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small suggestion for you Bharat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stressed...Be Patient..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when does your patience get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stressed???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-3275270772144951761?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3275270772144951761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3275270772144951761&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3275270772144951761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3275270772144951761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-stress-my-pateince.html' title='Don&apos;t Stress my Pateince....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1684350604951715201</id><published>2010-04-08T00:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:29:13.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>For the first time...</title><content type='html'>That night, she was very very tired but when she lied down on bed, she just could not sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the scenes from the day flashed by her eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.. And so many things in her life had changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recollected a dialogue fro ma movie "Life mein bahut saari cheezein pehli baar hoti hai..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S7zV5EKDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjP_8qWRXkY/s1600/pic31426.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S7zV5EKDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjP_8qWRXkY/s320/pic31426.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457472024811366786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She had lied at home while going out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She got the biggest surprise when she knew that he had got a new bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She sat on the bike with fear but was confident that he would take care of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She roamed around places, where though she had been earlier, seemed entirely different and new that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She felt like talking and talking as someone was listening to her with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... She walked barefoot on the rocks as the water kissed her feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... When she was about to lose her balance, someone was there to hold her hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... she dint realise how time flew by.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... she knew why people in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; spent sleepless nights.....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time... she had been on a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Date..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;: For the first time, tried my hand at writing something romantic....  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I had found this pic sometime back and wanted to write something based on it..How is it..??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-1684350604951715201?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1684350604951715201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1684350604951715201&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1684350604951715201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1684350604951715201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time...'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S7zV5EKDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjP_8qWRXkY/s72-c/pic31426.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7962302313371714818</id><published>2010-04-05T23:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:05:57.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><title type='text'>Good-bye "Masti ki Paathshala..!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Give me some sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Give me some rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me another chance&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow up once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandhon ko kitabon Ke bojh ne jhukaya&lt;br /&gt;Rishvat dena to khud Papa ne sikhaya&lt;br /&gt;99% marks laaoge to ghadi, varna chhadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Likh likh kar pada hatheli par&lt;br /&gt;Debit , Credit ka chaala&lt;br /&gt;Profit or Loss aur Balance sheet ne poora bachpan jalaa daala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachpan to gaya&lt;br /&gt;Jawani bhi gayi&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal to ab humein&lt;br /&gt;Jeene do jeene do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na..na.. na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I am writing songs here...?? Well I m just humming this song which I heard at my farewell the other day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you dint notice, my classmates made some customisations for the song to suit to our commerce background..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our last day at college officially. We had a farewell party which was really wonderful. Had awesome performances, award distribution and above it, DJ too.. A memorable evening with mixed feelings...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phase of my life- "college" is also getting over now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels kind of nostalgic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years spent in the same place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came I dint even know the A, B ,C of commerce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I know about so many concepts relating to accounts, banking, finance etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt here like "just out of shell" after school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I realise my college was also a shell....The Real Open World is yet to be faced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New place, new friends, new professors teaching new things.... thats how I felt in the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now every nook and corner feels so known and so familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funmunch.com/comments/good_bye/good_bye_comment_graphic_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.funmunch.com/comments/good_bye/good_bye_comment_graphic_02.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three years of graduation were specially very, very memorable for me. It was a whole new world in the beginning. A class strength of 60 with just the number of boys sufficient for a cricket team.. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers coming in and teaching their own subjects.. the freedom to attend or skip those lectures... No need for writing down n maintaining all notes...all this seemed so so exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the three years just passed in a jiffy. Even today when I pass by my first and second year classroom, my mind flashes all the memories of moments spent there. The Lectures, exams, punishments, events, results, every single thing, every single moment... I still remember the last year when we had bidden Farewell to our seniors and I had a discussion with my friends, "Next year it would be us..." Dint know this day would come so so early.Some times I feel like stopping the clock and live in just that moment not wanting to move ahead..I just want to enjoy and live that moment. This was one such occasion. But alas, as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time and tide wait for none&lt;/span&gt;..Life has to move on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to bid good bye to a wonderful college , great teachers and lovely friends and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;move ahead from Masti ki Paathshala to discover the new opportunities and adventures on the roads ahead.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this sms from my classmate after our farewell party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Separation is a wound that no one can heal. But, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance is a Gift that no one can steal.."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true and touching.. Just loved it...!! Will move ahead with this thought..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S. : This post dedicated to all my college friends. Life with you all was really wonderful and I am really gonna miss this place a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all Good Luck for your future. TC :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7962302313371714818?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7962302313371714818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7962302313371714818&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7962302313371714818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7962302313371714818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-bye-masti-ki-paathshala.html' title='Good-bye &quot;Masti ki Paathshala..!!&quot;'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3894308336886882481</id><published>2010-03-27T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:43:43.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>The Right Answers are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, last time I had put forward a few questions.. Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/quiz-for-people-who-know-everything.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Time for the answers now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. The one sport in which neither the spectators nor the participants &amp;nbsp;know the score or the leader until the contest ends: &lt;b&gt;Boxing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. North American landmark constantly moving backward: &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Niagara Falls. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The rim is worn down about two and a half feet each year because of the millions of gallons of water that rush over it every minute.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Only two vegetables that can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons: &lt;b&gt;Asparagus and rhubarb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. The fruit with its seeds on the outside: &lt;b&gt;Strawberry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. How did the pear get inside the brandy bottle? &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It grew inside the bottle. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bottles are placed over pear buds when they are small, and are wired in place on the tree. &amp;nbsp;The bottle is left in place for the entire growing season. When the pears are ripe, they are snipped off at the stems.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Three English words beginning with dw: &lt;b&gt;Dwarf, dwell and dwindle...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Fourteen punctuation marks in English grammar: &lt;b&gt;Period, comma, colon, semicolon, dash, hyphen, apostrophe,question mark, exclamation point, quotation mark, brackets, parenthesis, braces, and ellipses. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. The only vegetable or fruit never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh:&lt;b&gt; Lettuce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Six or more things you can wear on your feet beginning with 'S': &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shoes, socks, sandals, sneakers, slippers, skis, skates, snowshoes, &amp;nbsp;stockings, stilts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had just got 4 answers right when I read it first..!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoping this was fun and also added to your knowledge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheers.. TC :)&lt;/i&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-3894308336886882481?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3894308336886882481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3894308336886882481&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3894308336886882481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3894308336886882481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-answers-are.html' title='The Right Answers are...'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3376726931919087624</id><published>2010-03-24T14:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:08:09.903+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>A Quiz for people who know "Everything"...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone must have at some or the other time come across some people who pretend to know everything about the world around... No matter what you tell them, it is known to them.. So lets have some fun with them..&amp;nbsp;The main purpose of this quiz is to rescue you when you come across some &lt;i&gt;Mr/Miss. Know All..!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just got this mail today and it was really interesting. I thought of forwarding it to my friends first but then, the next minute, it struck me..may be I should publish it on my blog and share this with everyone out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, here is a small quiz of just nine questions... Simple and Straight ones.. Nothing tricky about them.. Just read them and try to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world-wide-art.com/art/va/printjpgs/s/cschulz/knoweverythingbutanswers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://www.world-wide-art.com/art/va/printjpgs/s/cschulz/knoweverythingbutanswers.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Name the one sport in which neither the spectators nor the participants know the score or the leader until the contest ends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several &amp;nbsp;growing seasons. &amp;nbsp;All other vegetables must be replanted every year. &amp;nbsp;What are the only two perennial vegetables?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Which fruit has its seeds on the outside?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear inside the bottle.. &amp;nbsp;The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine; it hasn't been cut in any way. &amp;nbsp;How did the pear get inside the bottle?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters ' dw' and they are all common words. &amp;nbsp;Name two of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you name at least half of them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form except fresh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with the letter 'S.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; :Got my exams ... So have to study my answers..!! I would be back with the answers to these the next time... Till then, crack your brains and yeah... "&lt;b&gt;Dont use Google.." :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-3376726931919087624?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3376726931919087624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3376726931919087624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3376726931919087624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3376726931919087624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/quiz-for-people-who-know-everything.html' title='A Quiz for people who know &quot;Everything&quot;...!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-2071475780261885174</id><published>2010-03-19T14:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:41:47.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Of Forks &amp; Spoons..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hmmm.. So as my title says..... My topic for the day is about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FORKS &amp;amp; SPOONS...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Now , they don't need an introduction as they are very&amp;nbsp;common to us in our everyday life, so much so that you must be even wondering what I have to write about them.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well many things... Just read on..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Actually whenever I go to eat out, I am very very nervous about eating with a fork and spoon... I feel some things are such that you cant&amp;nbsp;manage to eat them with a spoons and forks..... At least I can't..!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcelnunis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/forksnspoons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://marcelnunis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/forksnspoons.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lets say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pav-bhaji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Now can you eat that without using your fingers..?? Even if you eat... Can you really enjoy the whole taste of it..?? It&amp;nbsp;happened once when I went out with a couple of friends &amp;amp; we ordered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Pav-Bhaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... Now this one friend of mine, she was so so particular that&amp;nbsp;she cut the pav properly with her fork n spoon...picked up that piece with the fork, dipped it in bhaji and then ate it... Ohh&amp;nbsp;Gosh..how can you&amp;nbsp;eat it that way.. I did not even think of trying the whole process.. Just went along to eat my way.....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... Hmm... Now perhaps it is meant to be eaten that way in a restaurant &amp;amp; I even know that some people manage to eat it with&amp;nbsp;spoons and fork properly and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ohh-so- perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...!! My brother (oops..younger brother) is one among these genre of people... When eating out&amp;nbsp;he is very very particular about using tissues, forks etc. Not that it is bad but when I am with him.. he expects me to do the same. Now I cant&amp;nbsp;eat a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; with Fork... I can try but still I don't get the feel like I am eating it..n if I don't try, he gives me a look which says&amp;nbsp;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;his-is-not-how-you-are-supposed-to-eat-it...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And now that I know this perfectly well, I always order things that I can manage to eat with&amp;nbsp;forks &amp;amp; spoons (properly). He is too particular about etiquette's when it comes to these things...But again it depends only on the place.. He is&amp;nbsp;particular only about restaurants or malls.. Else we have even had Frankie wrapped with tissue and held in hand, at the stalls...!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The last on this list is Pizza... Yes , I even find it very very unmanageable to eat Pizza with knives &amp;amp; forks.. Tried it once and OMG.. I don't&amp;nbsp;want to remember that day @Pizza Hut..!! At least the consolation on that day was that my friends and I , we were all in the same boat..!! None of us were able &amp;nbsp;to stuff any of those 6 pieces of the 8-inch round base topped with veggies...!! We really had a hilarious time there.. But thereafter, &amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;never ordered a pizza when I went out.. I always prefer to eat it at home..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By now, you must be thinking this girl has no dining etiquette's..!! She cant even manage with Spoons &amp;amp; Forks...!! Let me tell you - Nothing like that. I just cant eat some things with them.. For the rest, I am comfortable using them..Like for pastas or Chinese food...!! And when at home,&amp;nbsp;I am the one who uses the most number of spoons while dining. Now that is because I use a different spoon for everything on my plate. A&amp;nbsp;different one for vegetable, a different one for rice and if there is some dessert, I can use another spoon. At my home, everyone is used to it&amp;nbsp;but if I go out somewhere at someone else's place, people are startled to see this. They think I am far too sophisticated....!! Its not about being&amp;nbsp;sophisticated but preference and they don't understand it.. Specially when at home and you eat rice with spoon.. They feel you are trying to be&amp;nbsp;stylish or something something.. It is irritating at times. I have&amp;nbsp;even heard so many lectures on how eating with hands helps in digestion, how fingers secrete digestive juices..etc. etc. etc....(I guess you wont understand this unless you know how Gujarati's eat and talk...!!)&amp;nbsp;All this for using&amp;nbsp;spoons..!!! Huh...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I really don't understand when it comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forks &amp;amp; Spoons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To Use or Not To Use..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-2071475780261885174?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/2071475780261885174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=2071475780261885174&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2071475780261885174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2071475780261885174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-forks-spoons.html' title='Of Forks &amp; Spoons..!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5688220107748893012</id><published>2010-03-13T19:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:11:39.778+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>I don't know..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aaronwilliamson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/baby_mullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://aaronwilliamson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/baby_mullet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on around....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Don't Know"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; what to write , to update, to say..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes they say when you have too much to say, you fall short of words.. I guess thats what is happening to me....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I be back to normal..?????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-5688220107748893012?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5688220107748893012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5688220107748893012&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5688220107748893012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5688220107748893012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know..!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1240130043491438632</id><published>2010-03-08T17:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:03:12.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>I wanted to Experience 'It'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5TtgkXvnJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rATA3Oe3sUA/s1600-h/55.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5TtgkXvnJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rATA3Oe3sUA/s320/55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446238993172634770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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-size: medium;"&gt;All the girls in my class were talking about it... I wondered  what was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That evening, I told Di about it. She exclaimed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Happens.. Common in teenage.. Nothing is real.. It's all Fantasy...Stay out..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I was anxious. Stealthily, I went to the old book store and got my first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;MILLS &amp;amp; BOONS..!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P.S. :- So was "MILLS &amp;amp; BOONS" a part of your growing up too...??? (Of course, this is for all the females on this blog ...!! )  :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wish you a Happy Women's Day...!!!&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/5805917095480391706-1240130043491438632?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1240130043491438632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1240130043491438632&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1240130043491438632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1240130043491438632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanted-to-experience-it.html' title='I wanted to Experience &apos;It&apos;....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5TtgkXvnJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rATA3Oe3sUA/s72-c/55.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3992459070692486589</id><published>2010-03-07T14:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:06:27.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impressions'/><title type='text'>Impressions.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5NyHnZrEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QX3t5ubIxHA/s1600-h/sandfootprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IMPRESSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A mark, a feeling that is left behind after the person is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. So true and striking.. Isn't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Impressions-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; something we create about people when we meet them and something people create about us at the same time... Its basically a two way process and many-a-times we form impressions subconsciously. We don't even think like I have met so and so.. Now let me form an impression about so and so...... It just comes to us...!! It is actually a combination of reactions and feelings that are a result of interaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5NyHnZrEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QX3t5ubIxHA/s320/sandfootprints.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445821849582375474" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Impressions are formed sometimes so quickly - may be even in just one look.. and sometimes it maybe a result of knowing some one for a long , long time. Impressions can be good or bad, quick or formed over a period of time, right or wrong, longlasting or easily forgettable and even startling to the person whose impressions are being spoken about...!! I can say this very confidently because I have experienced it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This happened a while ago. It came to me a shock when I got to know that some of my friends in my building had an impression that I am a very simple and studious girl and away from all this so called chatting and  stuff.... They were all shocked to know that I  had account on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Orkut and Face Book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;too...  I dint have a chance to talk on that topic to them earlier &amp;amp; they thought of me as someone so different from them.. But now that they know about it and they no longer have the same impression..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now the question is- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do we really need to meet to form impressions??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the most interesting part.  We may form impressions even without meeting but through various other interactions such as reading something written by people, hearing about them, talking to them, meeting them, discussing a topic of interest and all those actions and words come together to form a picture about that person into our minds...!! So meeting according to me is not essential to form an impression but the impression that a meeting leaves behind, is far more striking than all the other modes...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some people come from the school of thought that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"First impression is the last impression.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; So when they form any opinion or impression, they stick to it always without being open to changing their views in the future. When you come across such people, it is essential that you are careful in your behaviour because  even a small mistake on your part may lead to forming a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BAD IMPRESSION..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and it stays on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FOREVER...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In this case - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“You never get a second chance to make a first impression..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Other people form impressions over a period of time when they have met and known people. Though they may form impressions at the first meet they are open to modifications and they actually get to know people better..!! I generally don't form impressions at the very first meet. No doubt the first meet leaves behind an impression but I have personally realised that it is only after talking and getting to know more of a person that I really understand them and it has happened so many times that my first impression change drastically over a period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For eg:  In the first meet people who I thought were shy came out to be so friendly, humorous and open later on.....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Impression cannot be faked ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It is best that you be yourself and leave an impression in the minds of people AS YOU ARE so that they remember you for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hmmmm.. So what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; do you have on your mind after reading this ...?????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Impressed..??  ;)   :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-3992459070692486589?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3992459070692486589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3992459070692486589&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3992459070692486589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3992459070692486589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/impresssions.html' title='Impressions.....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S5NyHnZrEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QX3t5ubIxHA/s72-c/sandfootprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4572122420230745834</id><published>2010-03-04T17:15:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:49:39.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Time for Awards :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4-eSXOrrmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L5HHQjBjOm0/s1600-h/beautifulheartaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4-d2o7V0XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Nya0Q9GScc/s1600-h/Sunshine+Blog+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4-d2o7V0XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Nya0Q9GScc/s320/Sunshine+Blog+Award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444744036539027826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Sunshine Award - By AnOrdinaryGal&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Put the award on your blog or in your post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Pass the award to other bloggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Link the nominees within your post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Let the nominees know by commenting on their blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Share the love and link to the person who gave it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to pass this award to these wonderful bloggers who gave some sunshine on my place by their wonderful comments :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anoop&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;Adreamygal&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;Harini&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;Neha&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;Chandana Shekhar&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;Karthik&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Beautiful Heart Award - By Anoop&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rules :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4-eSXOrrmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L5HHQjBjOm0/s320/beautifulheartaward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444744512824651362" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; List 4 things that keep your inner self beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; List 4 things that keep you physically beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Tell us about a precious memory you keep close to your heart [optional].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Share this award with 5 other people that you think have a beautiful heart too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Link the blogs of the people you chose and link the person's blog who awarded you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; Have Fun !!&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 things that keep my inner self beautiful :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;=&gt; Being positive.&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;=&gt; I love myself, the way I am.&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;=&gt; Simple is Beautiful.&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;=&gt; Expect less, give more.. it always makes you happy :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 things that keep me physically beautiful :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;=&gt; My hair..my friends say I am very obsessed with it..but I cant help.. I just love my hair...  :)&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;=&gt; Long earrings.... I like them a lot..&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;=&gt; Clothes that suit me and I am comfortable in..&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;=&gt; Sleeping well... yeah it actually shows on my face if  I have not slept well some day.. So , to be beautiful, I need to sleep enough :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other bloggers that I think have a beautiful heart too :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Niraj&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;Orange&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;Harini&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;Rohit&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;Meow&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;Damini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from the above.. So many of my blogger friends&lt;i&gt;  Darshan, Anoop, Aarthi, Riya, Ganesh, Karthik, Stephen, Aditya, AS, &lt;/i&gt;ohh so many wondeful people whom I have meet on my journey in this Blogsville that I would want to pass this award to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks Riya and Anoop for these lovely Awards... :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S:-&lt;/b&gt; Hmm.. I have not folowed all the rules...i have not linked the names with their profiles..but I hope you dont mind...Really got to go quickly.. N I guess, some rules can be broken...right..???  ;)&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;Will be back soon with a post.. :)&lt;/i&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-4572122420230745834?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4572122420230745834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4572122420230745834&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4572122420230745834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4572122420230745834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunshine-award-by-anordinarygal-put.html' title='Time for Awards :)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4-d2o7V0XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Nya0Q9GScc/s72-c/Sunshine+Blog+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4054093923020458112</id><published>2010-02-28T14:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:53:48.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Will he Change..??</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4o0UYHni8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DKFQacUO40E/s1600-h/pursue.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very strange,  not strange actually...well you decide for yourself..what did u feel after reading this....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I am going to write about is true... I wrote this in drafts and dint publish it also for two days thinking if I should or should not.....but I think I must....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What happened was.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just walking back home with my friend when on the way I saw a vendor with some beautiful small purses that were knit using threads of different colours.They were really beautiful..I just happened to keep staring at them even while walking along and exclaimed to my friend &lt;i&gt;"Wow..they are so beautiful...!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4o0UYHni8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DKFQacUO40E/s200/pursue.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443220624307096514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I could even ask him to accompany me to that corner to have a close look at them, he said. "&lt;i&gt;Why are you all girls like this..?? You like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;succhhh&lt;/span&gt; things..???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hearing this, something about our conversation around an hour ago struck me - where I was talking to my friend about some Eye-Liner..!! Now I know talking about cosmetics and all sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;, but definitely it as not something too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boringg&lt;/span&gt;... Even then he had interrupted us saying &lt;i&gt;"What have you started talking about in the middle of the road..???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this is not to bring about the differences of opinion that we have &lt;i&gt;(those are going to stay forever) &lt;/i&gt;but about the thing that happened later on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When he did not like the purses, I immediately fired to him- &lt;i&gt;"See, you are going to like all these things one day for sure... when someone special comes in your life..!! I am sure when she will say you any such thing , you will find this the cutest and the sweetest thing in the whole world.."&lt;/i&gt; I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how but at that point of time I was determined to convince him about the likings of girls in general and also wanted him to agree to this attitude of girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He declined this point and went ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still determined and reasoned out further, "&lt;i&gt;I am sure this day will come in your life once...If you want, mark my words and you will definitely remember me for this...!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now he took this very very seriously and said&lt;i&gt; "I am sure.. Nothing of this sort will happen.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Take it in writing... You will change...!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ohkk&lt;/span&gt; then..Lets do one thing.. Whats the time..???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"12.32 p.m."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohkk&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; write a message  now and I'll send you.. Save it and then lets see....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As soon as he said this.. We reached a  point on our way from where we had to go on different roads... So we bid good bye to each other n two minutes later, my cell beeped....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;N the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; read....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Feb, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.32 p.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aaj&lt;/span&gt; bola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;muzko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; shopping and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;achcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lagega&lt;/span&gt; jab mere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lyf&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;aayegi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dekhte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;..!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Uru&lt;/span&gt; said that I would start liking shopping and all such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things, once there is someone special in my my life.. lets see how far this is true...!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saved that message and he did the same too.. I wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; this day and so I have even written about it..The point here, that he may change or no..I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. I think he would change his attitude with time.. even if he does not, this post will remind me of this very special and different conversation that I once had with this special friend... n yeah.. it has been quite some time he has been asking me to write about him on my blog... So this is the opportunity I take... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry, I'll write other things about you too, soon ....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. :- &lt;/b&gt;What do you think about this attitude of guys when they find some things so girlish and not even worth discussion.......?? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna sound as a feminist...just want to know your views... !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They can change or no.. lets see.... :)  :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yeah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;COLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;URF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to you..!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-4054093923020458112?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4054093923020458112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4054093923020458112&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4054093923020458112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4054093923020458112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-he-change.html' title='Will he Change..??'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S4o0UYHni8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DKFQacUO40E/s72-c/pursue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-458810297783689035</id><published>2010-02-15T14:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:17:03.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I too had a Love Story....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; the title... Does it sound like I am suffering from some &lt;i&gt;Post- Valentine Syndrome&lt;/i&gt;..where in seeing all the &lt;i&gt;happy couples around and love being in the air&lt;/i&gt;, I am sad and thinking of my own good times....???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naaa&lt;/span&gt;... It is nothing of that sort.. This is the title of the Book I read this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it was so, so, so good that I just could not stop from writing about it here...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I happened to just find this book incidentally and it was not very big in size so I thought I would take it and complete reading it soon...(These days...I am hardly finding any time to read real, big novels..!!! :| ) So I got the book and started reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And once I started, I found the book to be really a very nice piece of work..The language so simple, the characters described so perfectly that I could imagine the whole story in front of my eyes. Turning pages by pages, I would always wait for what next now...!!! The whole story being set in the present day Indian background, it was so easy to identify with the characters , their behaviour, they way they spoke, the moods...Everything, everything so simple and catchy..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story is really nice and after reading the book,I found that it was true and not fiction.. That was really shocking because the story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; have a happy ending as love stories do have...!! The author &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ravinder&lt;/span&gt; Singh has really created magic in those 200 pages of the book... &lt;i&gt;A story which I will really never forget&lt;/i&gt;.... The feelings, emotions of falling in Love described in the book are so wonderful that after reading it I am just thinking - &lt;i&gt;I too wanna have a Love Story..!!!!&lt;/i&gt; ;)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. : - &lt;/b&gt;I have never written book any reviews and this post is also not meant for that. I just wanted to write about the book because I liked it a lot.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is a best seller but I am surprised I had never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; of the book before i read it.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if you like love stories and you find this book, do read it .. I am sure you would like it...!!  : )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5805917095480391706-458810297783689035?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/458810297783689035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=458810297783689035&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/458810297783689035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/458810297783689035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-too-had-love-story.html' title='I too had a Love Story....!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5026175028212670783</id><published>2010-02-12T21:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:25:42.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><title type='text'>The Introduction..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fair skin, silky hair falling on his forehead, puppy brown eyes , a smile that could kill any girl… I just could not stop staring at him.. He was looking so, so handsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just then he caught me looking at him. I smiled but he turned his face around. I was sad. I leafed through the magazine &amp;amp;  started waiting for my turn again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after around five minutes I looked back in his direction. There was something in those eyes that I kept looking back at them and they caught me this time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this happened every two minutes. He dint even return my smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wondered if I should go ahead. At last when I could not resist, I got up, went to his chair, offered my right hand and said,&lt;i&gt; “Hello, I am Urvashi..!! What is your name??”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He reluctantly offered his  hand, this time his lips did curve into a smile and he said &lt;i&gt;“My name is Aarav. K. Rai. I study in Jr.Kg, St.George High School..!!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohh.. He said the whole thing in one breath and it was really such a &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; introduction…The one I would never forget..!!! &lt;i&gt; :)  :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-5026175028212670783?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5026175028212670783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5026175028212670783&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5026175028212670783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5026175028212670783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/02/introduction.html' title='The Introduction..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5444409507649401315</id><published>2010-01-23T23:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:44:24.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself &amp; I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is all about Me, Me &amp;amp; Me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After reading this you may even conclude I am self obsessed.. But what can I do, the exercise demanded so......!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was tagged for this not once but twice... I liked the variety of questions it contained.. So I took up to answering them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Check it-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. What is your current obsession?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.  Waiting for my results…!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S1s7Ine3BxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aWpygQqK1ws/s200/i-heart-me.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429998794948675346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Sky blue chudidar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. What’s for dinner?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.Just normal things- Dal-rice with Roti and Aloo ki sabji… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Nail colour… Light brown shade…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. “When you know” from Serendipity.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. I was tagged for the same by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://rohitdassani.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rohit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; and a blogger who writes under the name &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://buckinfastard.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buckingfastard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rohit-&lt;/b&gt; A very keen observer who writes about normal &amp;amp; everyday issues but yet it is so informative and unique.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buckingfastard –&lt;/b&gt; Loved his fictions when I visited his blog the first time.. all his works depict the life in Bengal very closely.. A wonderful blogger with wonderful thoughts…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Switzerland…on the &lt;b&gt;URNER Alps&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8.One thing you wanna change about yourself ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. I want to be focused in my decisions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Whose company do you enjoy the most?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. My friends at college and at home, my brothers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. Which language do you want to learn?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. French, Bengali and Telugu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. What’s your favourite quote?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Many, but to quote one – &lt;b&gt;“When the GOING gets TOUGH, the TOUGH get GOING…..”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12 .Would u cook for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Sure…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Stay away…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14. What are you afraid of the most?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Being hurt or hurting someone close to me…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15. Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmmm… him…!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16. What is your favourite colour?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. &lt;b&gt;Pink&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. &lt;b&gt;Styling…??&lt;/b&gt; For me it would be-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dress according to the situation. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Check if the colours suit you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t dress to be noticed but be comfortable in whatever you wear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18. What is your dream job?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Financial Analyst or  Trainer / Teacher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19. What’s your favorite magazine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; that comes as a supplement with DNA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Shopping, some accessories or Keychains, soft toys and give some to my brother…!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Knee length skirts, I guess...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22. Who according to you is the most over-rated writer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. I am not so qualified to judge any of them... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23. What brings a smile on your face instantly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Good &amp;amp; timely sense of humour- a really witty answer that fits  in the situation…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24. A word that you say a lot?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. &lt;b&gt;Hmmm…kk..!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 25. What kind of haircut do you prefer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Straight hair with &lt;b&gt;“Deep U” &lt;/b&gt;cut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;26. What are you going to do after this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Complete reading “Chicken Soup for the Girls Soul”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;27. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Listen to some music or go to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;28. What makes you go wild?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Wild…nothing yet……!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;29. What are your favourite movies?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A. Titanic, Saathiya, Namastey London and many many more….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30. What inspires you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.  Appreciation and good outcome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;31. What do your friends call you most commonly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Uru…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;32. Would you prefer coffee or tea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Tea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;33. Which other blogs do you love visiting?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. A big list…Many of the blogs I follow....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;34. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Sitafal Rabdi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;35. How many tabs are turned on in your browser right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Hmmmm 3.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;36. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. I want long hair….!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;37. Favorite Season?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;38. One wish that you really want to see it come true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Wish to do MBA from a good institute. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;39. What breaks your heart?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. When someone I trust, breaks it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;40. Which was the last trip you took..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. Anand, in December last year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rules for those who are tagged :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Respond and rework&lt;/i&gt; – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Then tag a new set of people.&lt;/i&gt;[Break the rules if you want but do Answer them all]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note-Copy and paste karna hai yaar, delete mine and type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this, so simple.&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;b&gt;N I tag all those who read it and liked it... Just leave me a note if you are taking this up...  :) :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;br /&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/5805917095480391706-5444409507649401315?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5444409507649401315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5444409507649401315&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5444409507649401315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5444409507649401315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-myself-i.html' title='Me, Myself &amp; I....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S1s7Ine3BxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aWpygQqK1ws/s72-c/i-heart-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6065196049896409294</id><published>2010-01-22T00:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:34:24.500+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>3 Idiots, Binal's Take (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-idiots-my-take-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-idiots-daminis-take-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S0eCAogI9jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XLScJpyZvqo/s200/3+final.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424447223574885938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Once again, life had brought us all at cross roads. We had to choose our careers as per our choices. In Mumbai, we have college right after class 10 . We were all excited about beginning our new phase of life...the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; life..!! We all explored the various options and as destiny would have it for us, Damini, Urvashi and I were&lt;i&gt; all in commerce&lt;/i&gt;. Though Damini was in a different college, we could still meet up once in a while and discuss what was going on with our life and college... And Urvashi, she did not leave me here too... She was in the same college and we would meet up almost daily.. Time just passed and two years passed in a snap. It was actually one of the best times we had. Our whole day would pass going to college, classes, learning the debits and credits and the economic policies.....!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10 + 2, for our graduation, we all thought of some different courses and colleges once again. We all wanted to do something basically related to finance but none of us were sure, what it would be. But it seemed that two years of separation was enough for us and so we all got together in the same college and for the same course.. That is till date the best part of my life.. From that time onwards, the three of us have been together in college which is for about three years and everyone minute spent here has been so precious and memorable that writing about it all  in a few words would not be possible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three years have been the most amazing part of our lives. Firstly, we all are learning a new course, trying out with new experiments while presenting, making notes , using references. Also we began trying participating in the various co-curricular activities. It was quite different an environment from what we had in school. Out there we were very shy but being in college, we began to clearly express our thoughts, we made new friends from various other places and everyone had their unique behavioural styles and habits. It was really surprising at first to find everyone around us so different.. But the three of us were a company for each other.. later on , now as three years have passed, we feel that none of our class mates are different from what we are or what we were.. We, in fact through the continuous interactions, got to know each other better in the course of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College  life also brought technology in our lives. Yes , I mean those SMS n IMs... In school, our communication was only upto the contact hours in school(read hardly a few minutes) But when in college, we all got Cell pones and later on computers... all these things seemed so new and fascinating then.... It was a wonderful means of being connected . Sometimes even in the middle of night, we used to text each other, sometimes important matters, sometimes just a good night message or sometimes just a "hi..Neend nahi aa rahi... r u awake?? " or the worst sometimes, just give miss calls. If someone on the other end is awake or gets awakened replies back.. The funnies part about all this is that we never ever run short of topics to talk or discuss about .But I guess it is these small things that have kept us connected and made us more and more comfortable in each others company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, after being with each other through our teens and early twenties , we all have just known each other better. We  speak up to each other about our mistakes , weakness and also praise for our achievements . We come together when in a problem , try to sort it out in the best way and over this period we have realised that we all started thinking in such a similar fashion.. Be it about our problems, other friends or any other prank too... Our thoughts have become like one... In fact, throughout our college, everyone has started recognising us as one only.If somedayDamini or Urvashi don't turn up and we happen to pass by someone, they would stop and ask, "Why are you two alone..?? Where is Damini/ Urvashi...??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So although people say &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two is a company , three is a crowd", &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;for us it has always been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Three is a company..."  :)  :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The End&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;This is my final post for the series and have written it from Binal's point of view.  I had tried series posts for the first time and also this work was not fiction, unlike my previous ones. Thanks all for your wonderful comments and thoughts since the first part... Would be back with with something new soon.. Cheers...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-6065196049896409294?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6065196049896409294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6065196049896409294&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6065196049896409294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6065196049896409294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-idiots-binals-take-part-3.html' title='3 Idiots, Binal&apos;s Take (Part 3)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S0eCAogI9jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XLScJpyZvqo/s72-c/3+final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1022229945459854121</id><published>2010-01-09T00:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:30:36.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>3 Idiots, Damini's Take (Part - 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-idiots-my-take-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Part - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our school practised the policy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Divide and Rule"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;... Yes, they shuffled our divisions for our secondary classes but we were of course the students of the same school and we followed our own policy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"United we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"... This in turn , led to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Divide and Unite..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sounds strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naaa&lt;/span&gt;?? but that is what happened with me. I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Binal's&lt;/span&gt; friend. Though I knew her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Urvashi&lt;/span&gt; earlier, we did not speak much. Now, as things turned out to be, I also became their friend and we met everyday during our breaks discussing tales of both the class rooms. Everyone had new friends and their old  set of friends too.. So, in a sense, our groups started growing with us.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S0eCAogI9jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XLScJpyZvqo/s200/3+final.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424447223574885938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we all joined up the same classes for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SSC&lt;/span&gt; and that was one of the best times of my life, spent with my friends. Ours became a group of 5  eventually who always sat together, studied together and partied together... Yes those were the initial years when we started to celebrate birthday parties with friends, going out for dinners, just lazing around in the evening or meeting up for a chat...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Binal's&lt;/span&gt; house being at a convenient location was mostly our meeting point.... That age had its own excitement. Solving the problems of Algebra, imitating teachers, having some crushes, gossiping day in and out, keeping secrets, knowing secrets of others..... It kinda seems  very childish now.. But in those days, all these things excited us a lot.. n even today just when we come across some phrase which correlates to some of our past stupid joke, it brings a smile on our faces...... A mysterious smile, which makes the other people around wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Whats so funny..??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That was really a time when we knew each other, felt the importance and need of friends , bonded together  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strenghtening&lt;/span&gt; our friendship as well as proving our worth in academics . It is said that "A  man's company matters a lot in moulding his character and nature" and I realised it is so true because all of us were best of friends but even competitors when it came to our exams.It was not that we fought for marks but just that we took up everything as a challenge and performed our bests......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today , when I pass through my school gate and look at the ground I can still spot me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Binal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Urvashi&lt;/span&gt; and myself chatting on the ground about which teacher scolded whom , what we did in practical labs, why our PE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lecs&lt;/span&gt; were  taken up by our Algebra Professors, discussing our prelim papers and exclaiming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;....Maine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;socha&lt;/span&gt; ye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;likhu&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;phir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;socha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;galalt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;....!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, discussing what we would wear for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;saree&lt;/span&gt; day or our last day in the school, coming to the school to collect our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SSC&lt;/span&gt; mark sheets which just did not give us the results of our past performance but also directed each one of us towards a future... A future which was till then unforeseen......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:- I have written this post from my friends (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Damini&lt;/span&gt;) point of view.... My first post this year.... I had thought of posting this very early.. but just could not...!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, Wish you all a VERY HAPPY 2010...!!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-1022229945459854121?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1022229945459854121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1022229945459854121&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1022229945459854121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1022229945459854121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-idiots-daminis-take-part-2.html' title='3 Idiots, Damini&apos;s Take (Part - 2)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/S0eCAogI9jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XLScJpyZvqo/s72-c/3+final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7842184195228940441</id><published>2009-12-24T23:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:36:15.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>3 Idiots, My take - (PART 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pre script :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hmm.. Bollywoood has seen so many stories about friends, specially guys and that too three guys... Hera Pheri, Hey Babby, Phir Hera Pheri and many others with 3 idiots being the latest on the list.... But never ever there has been a story on three girls who are friends.. not just friends..very good friends...I just thought of writing something in that line and this is a true story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All the characters and places bear resemblances to people alive.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This series dedicated to my lovely, really sweet &amp;amp; great friends Binal and Damini.. Love you both and thanks for being a part of my life .........    :)  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This  has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nothing in common with the movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; the title declares.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SzOtoWXff-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Zk2uq-d5hMc/s200/3+final.png" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418865685367324642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes, looking back at time now, I think we were destined to be togehter since the first day of our school..In the same school and same class... when we did not even know the meaning of friends and friendship, I and Binal shared the sweet days of school, right since nursery.. I guess I dint know her then... atleast none of us remember.. but our class photographs of those days proves that we were in the same class....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then... we knew each other....no not as friends directly....arey story me kuch to drama hona chahiye naa...??? We had some fights over some things..(I dont remember exactly what) in our first and second grade.. One of the fight which  Binal remembers very vividly is something about the whole class  was made to sit after school hours and was punished because of me....(Ohh..how bad of me....U must be thinking.... Now I did not know this would be the punishment given when I had complained... ) That was the time when everyone in the class fought with me.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later as time passed, we started talking, knowing each other and in no time we were friends.... We sat on the same bench all day, learnt things, shared our tiffins in the recess and our feelings too...... the strange thing about us is that whenever we sat together, all teachers had to scold us for talking (even when we are not talking*) Huh, thats so strange.......!! Till date we both have not been able to understand how do the teachers just spot us even when the whole class is talking.. So this has been the story since school days.. we first sit together...then the  teachers scold us.. There are complaints about us talking and not paying attention in class...(all false allegations upon innocent souls) and then we have to sit separately...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But that did not separate us.. We became even more close friends day by day all through our school..... It was always lovely to know that someone is there by your side who can understand what you want to say.... this was all about our primary school days, learning things, preparing for exams, fighting for marks when even a point mattered a lot.. all the race about being the CR, topper n blah, blah, blah... Yes we went through everything......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7842184195228940441?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7842184195228940441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7842184195228940441&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7842184195228940441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7842184195228940441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-idiots-my-take-part-1.html' title='3 Idiots, My take - (PART 1)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SzOtoWXff-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Zk2uq-d5hMc/s72-c/3+final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5934915030864498793</id><published>2009-12-20T00:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:24:29.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>giRLs aRe aLwAYS cOnFuSeD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some days ago, I was having a chat with a friend and happened to comment that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boys never clean up their ward robes.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Over this he immediately said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No gender bias...!!Its just that some of my things are not in place these days... Else otherwise I always have things on place...!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I immediately had to eat back my words.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/softbank_ne_jp.328" goomoji="softbank_ne_jp.328" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Realize that I  should not be generalizing the facts for all guys....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/gtalk.329" goomoji="gtalk.329" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/gtalk.329" goomoji="gtalk.329" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some days later, in the midst of some conversation.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He Says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Girls are always confused...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On hearing this the first thing that comes to my mind is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No gender bias...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (But I don't say that because I  gave it a thought n here is what I thought in the due course.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Girls are always confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this a statement/fact...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An exclamation..???!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A question..??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know....or to put it better 'I am confused'...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have usually found that I get confused with many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In fact the more I think about a thing and analyse the situation or options, the more confused  I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But is this always?? Yes, most of the times.... In the end, I have a clear understanding of whatever decision I make...!! Though my confusion leads to time delay while taking decisions,  I find that I  talk and discuss more about those things about which I am confused with my friends, family and arrive at a conclusion.. So when I give it time,  I reach a pretty good conclusive decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But then routine things like going out...when...where..what to wear... what to eat... even such random questions confuse me a lot ........ I always find that I take time to decide on such things whereas some people are quite clear about such everyday issues ... Hmmmm.. So it seems that I have to sort out this and make a habit of deciding on things quickly.. It helps to save time as well as helps to focus and know about self choices clearly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now the million dollar question........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are just Girls always confused???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To this I agree and disagree too..... again I am sounding confused naa...???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I agree partially to it that girls are confuse but the source of confusion is thinking.... Girls sometimes think too much and confuse themselves when there is a simple, straight forward solution..... sometimes confusion is due to conflict of their own views with someone they look up to..Like in my case I am many a times confused when  I have a particular view about a thing and my mom has an opposite view... I am then confused over which is right because I consider her thoughts as important too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But these situations are faced by everyone at some or the other point of time in their life.. So, I don't think that only girls are the species subjected to it.May be they are more confused but again using the term ALWAYS for ALL GIRLS is not correct, Right...????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; : Wrote this after I had a conversation with my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ganeshdalal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Asked him to write about this but instead he asked me to do it and give credit to him for this... So here the credit for this post and all comments goes to you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/gtalk.329" goomoji="gtalk.329" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/gtalk.329" goomoji="gtalk.329" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wrote this after a long long time... feels good to be back . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/softbank_ne_jp.335" goomoji="softbank_ne_jp.335" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-5934915030864498793?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5934915030864498793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5934915030864498793&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5934915030864498793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5934915030864498793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-are-always-confused.html' title='giRLs aRe aLwAYS cOnFuSeD'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-3091991969515098914</id><published>2009-11-27T23:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:19:38.056+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Johny Johny Reloaded..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.hubpages.com/u/1136149_f248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 236px;" src="http://z.hubpages.com/u/1136149_f248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have all heard this-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johny, Johny...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes Papa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eating sugar.. ??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Telling lies... ??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open your mouth.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahaha..!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But do you know what happens next...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.insidesocal.com/bargain/boy_reading_book.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 326px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When Johny goes to school-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johny, Johny...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes Mamma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading comics...??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Mamma....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Telling lies..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Mamma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show me your text book...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahaahaa...!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;When Johny gets a job-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://jmayz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/hard_working_man_14189340-300x296.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 296px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johny Johny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pvt Company..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any Motivation..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do u Sleep well??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On site Opportunity..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No papa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Increment...??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha ha ha :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/UNN/UNN287/young-man-talking_~u23724588.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Johny was married-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johny, Johny....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes sweetheart....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shall we go out?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Busy Sweetheart...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't love me..!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sweetheart... I mean...Yes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am leaving...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sweetheart...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cyaa at 8 then.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'M coming sweetheart..!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Johny had a daughter named Jenny and she was- Hmm... Read it on..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/10192836/2/istockphoto_10192836-girl-using-computer.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 380px;" border="0" alt="" /&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;Jenny Jenny,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes Papa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chatting online..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Telling lies..??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Papa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lemme see your Lappy.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhahaaha...!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johny realised how the things which go around come around...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But this world is not of children lying to their parents about eating sugar or candies.... They have definitely become smarter and tech savvy...!! ;) What say??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;P.S. :- Again a (funny) attempt to write poems...!! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had started writing this a long time back...the stanza of Johny's office has been taken from a mail I had received some time ago.... To complete the poem, I could not get to a perfect ending stanza....  At last I thought of this.... How was it??&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-3091991969515098914?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/3091991969515098914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=3091991969515098914&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3091991969515098914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/3091991969515098914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/11/johny-johny-reloaded.html' title='Johny Johny Reloaded..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5945247144936855683</id><published>2009-11-26T23:34:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:02:03.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorism'/><title type='text'>The City that never DIES..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day started seeing the first page of the newspaper in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..... Yes, it was on this day that the terrorists left a black mark on the history of this city... A mark at places that gave the city a distinct identity... A mark ... A terror in the minds and hearts of the city and the country..... Black was the colour to mourn for those who were the victims of the cruel act......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This day, last year had been a bit different for me and the event made it all the more unforgettable....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a holiday that day due to some thing.. I don't recollect what.... But just got to know it the night before... So we planned to go for a movie.... With the place and time finalised, I went to sleep. In the morning, when I woke up, my parents were still asleep. So I could not tell them about my plans for the movie... I left as usual for college.... First time I had been for a movie  &lt;i&gt;Bunking at home&lt;/i&gt;.......!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While at the movie, my Papa was calling up repeatedly. At first, I did not receive the call. But since there were calls again and again , I finally received the call to know that Papa had just got me a new cell phone..!!!! Wow...It was really surprising and I was happy about it because I wanted to get a new model since a long time..... So today I am celebrating the first birthday of my cell too... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from that, the day was normal until at night one of my friends messaged me to watch television..!! Somewhere I felt that it was not a coax message and at around 11, I started watching TV. What I saw was suddenly incomprehensible for a while... Was it true?? Was it happening in Mumbai???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO.... I thought..this cant be it.. Mumbai ... Again on the hit list.......!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up my parents and asked them to watch it... (Everyone at my home, except me, sleeps early... even before 11).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We sat in front of the television swapping channels... hearing... seeing and feeling terror...!!! In a while.. the whole thing became clear.... Attacks by terrorists at some key locations in the city... It was not the first time I had witnessed terrorism yet this was something I felt was really cruel.. Really horrifying.... Really disturbing.......!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next 60 hours (and even weeks after that) had been full of reports and coverages. I did not watch many because the more I saw the more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arthurdurkee.net/images/Candles0028w.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 432px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was horrifying to me and terrifying.. I felt mixed emotions of anger, fear, sympathy for those who suffered .... Just visualising could be so terrifying..then I really did not know how would it feel to lose someone in all this or be face to face with this..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today on the first Anniversary of this dreaded day... When people all over the country are marching for peace processions and lighting candles for those who have sacrificed their lives in this unmanly terror attack.. I wish that the world, the country , the city be more peaceful...the government more responsible... &lt;i&gt;(not resigning when the state needs you the most)&lt;/i&gt;...  The people more selective &lt;i&gt;(electing those people as representatives who are worthy of bringing a change in the system) &lt;/i&gt;and the legal system &lt;i&gt;(which punishes the accused and the victims on time and not carry out trials for years) ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But Mumbai was, is and will be the&lt;i&gt; City which Never Dies....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salaam &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mumbai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; for your Spirit..!!!!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-5945247144936855683?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5945247144936855683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5945247144936855683&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5945247144936855683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5945247144936855683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/11/city-that-never-dies.html' title='The City that never DIES..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6776878748533591695</id><published>2009-11-22T17:45:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:20:37.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Act...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Swkt_rIxTbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0AzXTqzQosg/s1600/proposal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Swkt_rIxTbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0AzXTqzQosg/s200/proposal1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406903399569509810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You are my happiness… You bring joy to my life...  Even thinking about you brings smile on my face…. I love you, would you marry me..??”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Saying this, he went down on his knees before Sheetal , held her hand and brought out a ring from his pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Perfect…!! ” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;snapped Sheetal.&lt;/span&gt; "I want the same expressions tomorrow on stage. It’s good to have an actor like you. No one can perform this as naturally as you can…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hmm….”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Be on time then. Bye.. ” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;she said hurriedly and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;eft before Aman could say that he was not acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&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/5805917095480391706-6776878748533591695?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6776878748533591695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6776878748533591695&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6776878748533591695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6776878748533591695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/11/act.html' title='The Act...!!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Swkt_rIxTbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0AzXTqzQosg/s72-c/proposal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6879533950994140325</id><published>2009-11-07T22:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:19:35.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait'/><title type='text'>Wait....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I called up my brother last night to ask where he was, as he was late.. His cell was busy.. My call on waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried again after 5 minutes... Again on waiting...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called up after a while, &lt;i&gt;"Could you not wait on the line? I was going to receive your call..!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I had been waiting. Waiting for him to answer... And he asks me to wait more..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAIT&lt;/i&gt;.... one four letter word but definitely has wider presence..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all wait for something or the other. Sometimes it is conscious waiting, sometimes we do not even realise we have been waiting..!! Right from the time we are born, yes even that minute is awaited by our parents, we keep on waiting and waiting and waiting......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, time does not seem to pass while waiting... I  always end up looking at my watch just to find the hands moving at a snail like speed..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a small....wait...not small...just a list of situations where I wait-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, wait for my eyes to open.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get ready and  wait for the lift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the bus, train..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the lectures to start and then wait for attendance and then wait for the lecture to end...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to bunk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to talk to my friends about what I did  yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait at the canteen to place my order..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to get it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to get the book issued in  library..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to be back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to have lunch made by mom.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to rest and catch up a book to read...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for SMS'es to beep my cell up..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to chat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to check my mails...(In short I have to wait for using my PC.... I wait because once I use it, I need it for a long time... so  I wait to complete all other things before I switch it on..!! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to update my blog (I had been waiting for this time since a week..!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to get the responses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for my exams to get over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the results.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait to hang out with friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for vacations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for classes to begin again when the vacations are too long.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for wishing birthdays at the strike of midnight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you are waiting for this list to get over... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah..I am done with it 4 today...!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: I actually wrote this while waiting for someone..!!! Did not know waiting could result in something so long till I started writing..!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-6879533950994140325?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6879533950994140325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6879533950994140325&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6879533950994140325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6879533950994140325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/11/wait.html' title='Wait....!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7568751805292001081</id><published>2009-10-22T21:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:56:54.862+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SvcNU209jtI/AAAAAAAAADk/hmr2mxzd-54/s1600-h/55.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SvcNU209jtI/AAAAAAAAADk/hmr2mxzd-54/s320/55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401800930020396754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the seventh time, he dint answer her call because he was angry at her for not calling him throughout the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning he got a call from the police saying that the girl had an accident last night while driving using cell and his number was first on the recent call list..!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. : This is my first attempt at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; 55 fiction, a form of fiction to be completed within a limit of 55 words.Its really challenging to complete the story in just 55 words. I found it interesting and so decided to give it a try..!! Do let me know how it was and if there are any suggestions for further improvement.!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My inspiration for this was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog mate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;..!! Cheers to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;, you write fabulous stories in just 55 words..!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-7568751805292001081?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7568751805292001081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7568751805292001081&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7568751805292001081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7568751805292001081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/10/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SvcNU209jtI/AAAAAAAAADk/hmr2mxzd-54/s72-c/55.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-2394680272846512084</id><published>2009-10-16T23:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:38:19.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Some BEST  Moments..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sharing some of the &lt;i&gt;best moments&lt;/i&gt; of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best not as best actually but as some moments of my journey on the BEST Buses in Mumbai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I generally start my day with a journey by bus to my college and right from this time things start going wrong..... I mean the day when I am on time the bus is late and on the days when I get late by even a minute, the bus is on time and it is gone too.......!! Then I have to wait far another bus for around 15 minutes or find some other option...!! :(  It happens with me always.....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Sti1VevXu6I/AAAAAAAAADU/tPaMvDsm_bk/s200/window.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393259934409800610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Travelling is always the best when I can grab a window seat and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the stop near my home being the first stop, finding a seat is never a great task..!! But else otherwise finding a good seat(good because some seats are worse than standing too... specially the last seat... Seems as if you are on a roller-coaster ride, specially due to the well maintained roads in Mumbai) is not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are in a mood to listen to a lecture in the morning just try giving the conductor a 100 rupee note for some ticket of Rs.4 or 5 and surely you would listen a great deal....!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many types of people too... some who talk loudly on cell phones, some who speak so slowly that even if they are sitting next to me I cant get a word, others who play music on MP3 in loudspeaker mode, (I wonder why do they want the people around to listen to the songs they are hearing) some listening music through their earphones completely unaware of the environment around, Some just quite and looking out of the window,siblings fighting to grab a window seat, some dozing off (again I wonder how can anyone sleep there????) some sitting on seats reserved for ladies in spite of some lady standing and some standing in spite of the ladies seats being empty(Real Gentlemen). You just get a perfect glimpse of the world around in these buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Sti1vufGgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/CBEQnnMhU0Q/s200/queue.gif" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 112px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260385313129090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best moments on the bus stop are when there is a long queue n someone breaks the queue and enters in between..!!! It is really funny to watch this scene because all the people in the line shout unanimously,"Aaa....... Aaaa " :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some days back, having misplaced my earphones somewhere I couldn't even listen to music while travelling. That day while coming back home in the evening, the bus was crowded. A young guy got into the bus and had his earphones plugged in his ears. He was obviously not aware of the commotion around. He got in but stood near the door. Now the conductor was displeased with this. So he shouted at the boy to get in and stand .But this guy was in his own world not aware of anyone addressing him..... Finally someone tugged him on his sleeve and asked him to get in. Then he started speaking loudly(I think again he must not have realised that he is being so loud) Where is the place to stand in?? Again all the people in the bus , specially those who were standing started talking about him.. and he was completely in his own world. After a couple of stops passed by, he had to get in, due to public demand....... I guess.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this I realised that this guy was surely not just aware about what was going on around.. But was he the only one??? So many times even I am in his shoes...  So my next post on importance of listening the buzzes around you ....  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-2394680272846512084?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/2394680272846512084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=2394680272846512084&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2394680272846512084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2394680272846512084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-best-moments.html' title='Some BEST  Moments..!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Sti1VevXu6I/AAAAAAAAADU/tPaMvDsm_bk/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1927549721689189535</id><published>2009-10-02T21:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:47:45.880+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birhtday'/><title type='text'>HaPpY bIRtHdAy tO yOu....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to u...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to u...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to dear.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to u...!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did u read this in the typical happy birthday tone...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes??&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;No??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the purpose of this post is to know how actually people read things. It is proved that when we read something that we have heard many many times earlier and it follows a typical tune, our mind subconsciously reads in the same tone. So if you read the above lines in the typical birthday song way, it is because you have heard these lines so many times that the tune is registered in your mind and so you read it, recollecting the same tune in your mind...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohkkk..Now enough with my &lt;i&gt;P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hekology&lt;/i&gt;..!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The purpose of this post is not what is stated above. It is a simple post dedicated to someone special born this day... err.... Are you thinking I am gonna write about Mahatma Gandhi???? Na..naaa...Its my brothers birthday today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a birth date.. shares it with &lt;i&gt;The Greatest Follower of peace, non-violence and truth.. Not that he has all these qualities..!!!&lt;/i&gt; ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways who wants a peace loving brother????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is to wish him a &lt;i&gt;Very, Very, Very Happy Birthday..!!!! &lt;/i&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;Happy birthday to u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to u...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to dear Dhaval......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to u...!!!  :)&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SsYoTvBWLsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kF0k6KaXxmE/s320/happy-birthday.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388038323700117186" /&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;This is for my sweet younger brother who turns 17 today.....!! Well so much to write about him that I can go on &amp;amp; on... But today I'll just mention here the relationship between me, my brother and blogging..!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just does.. naa... did not like my &lt;i&gt;Blogging&lt;/i&gt;....!! Whenever he saw me reading or writing blog posts/ comments he used to get angry with me and keep on saying that I am just wasting time on the PC.. As he had some very important works on PC.... Important like playing Counterstrike, GTA Vice city &amp;amp; God Knows what other games......!! We had many arguments over it and finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when I was reading a story one night on one of my friends blog, he saw me smiling, while reading something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dhaval:- "Why are You smiling to urself?? You are studying naa..!!"&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;Urvashi:- "Arey this story...read it ....You will like it..."&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;D:- "Is it on your blog again??"&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;U:- "No..one my friends blog...C...."&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;D:-"Haan..Its all the same...your blog...Friend ka blog....."&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;U:- "Arey.....You don't know anything about it...Do u want to read it or no??"&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;D:- "Hmm...It isn't too long naa??"&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;U:- "No...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dhaval started reading it. I watched the expressions on his face change as he read every line. Smiling.. Amused, surprised.. His face reflected every mood described in the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he completed it, he said it was really nice work. He liked it. Then he moved to the next one. He read three posts from the same blog and began enjoying it. He no longer had the same hatred for blogging or bloggers who spent their time blogging... !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he read my blog. It was for the first time that he had actually read what I had written on &lt;i&gt;Urvashi's Corner&lt;/i&gt;...!! He had seen the site many a times but had never cared to read anything. He verified a 1000 times if I had written all the articles myself and that they were not copy-pasted from somewhere..!!!! I explained him all things about blogging and the various types of blogs and also told him that blogging does not consist of copy-paste work...!!! It is creative..!!! That day we were reading blogs till about 1 a.m. and it changed his view about blogging. Now , we generally read blogs together at night and if he is not there when I come across some interesting posts, I refer them to him later.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suggested me to write stories and not just articles...!! I told him that I would write about him in my blog then..!! All his stories....!!!  ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what better day than today??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well right now, he is not at home. So I can write peacefully... He would know this only after it is published..!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is my friend, enemy, my partner in all crimes at home, my mood maker when I am in a bad mood, a detective (a person who lives in all brothers who have sisters, I believe) who stealthily keeps a watch on all my activities...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... he is a sweet heart playing so many roles simultaneously..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great time....... Wishing you loads of happiness and success all through your life......!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers..!!! :)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-1927549721689189535?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1927549721689189535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1927549721689189535&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1927549721689189535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1927549721689189535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='HaPpY bIRtHdAy tO yOu....!!!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SsYoTvBWLsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kF0k6KaXxmE/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4492426264150357179</id><published>2009-09-27T23:26:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:31:13.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yourself'/><title type='text'>What's your Rashee???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rashees.... Sun signs.. These facts amaze me a lot.....!! I am not  superstitious and I think sun signs don't have anything to do with superstitions too.. But I have come across many people who think just think of all these things as same. That's a different issue.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about sun signs, the part about sun signs that I like the most and I always look out for is the &lt;i&gt;Personality Traits&lt;/i&gt;.  As per the the Zodiac all the people in the world can be divided into 12 distinct groups based on their birth dates. Each group of people have some special characteristics. Now it is not possible that there are only 12 types of people that exist in the world. But this classification gives the major characteristics of these people , their nature ,their behaviour and approach toward things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People with same sun signs can also have different characteristics but there are similarities in general. Males and females of the same sun signs too have different personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The future predictions like horoscopes etc made on the basis of this criterion are not always true but really close at times. I like to check them out once in a while and compare it with happens actually with me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to know people and know how far they resemble to their personalities as per their sun signs, here I give a small description of the people of various sun signs that I have come across and the characteristics I found in them..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Sr-qjZADDKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fIiyUjBqipk/s320/sunsigns.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 270px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386211204341632162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Urvashi's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Book Of Personality traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aries - March 21 - April 20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have great power of influencing thoughts, really good orators.They are aggressive about their ambitions.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taurus - April 21 - May 21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a Taurean and have come across many other Taureans too.... Smart.. Patient.. I think they believe in going to the core of things rather than just accepting what is visible to the eyes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gemini - May 22 - June 21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geminis are stubborn by nature and I think they cannot forget or forgive easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cancer - June 22 - July 22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cancerians are I suppose the most sensitive set of people I have come across. Cancerian boys are no exception. They too are as sensitive as girls are. But are sweet and make really good friends if you can connect with them. But please don't hurt them....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo - July 23 -August 21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fierce...Angry... Strong and well built just as their zodiac symbol. I have just known Leo men actually. Yet to meet a Leo Lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo - August 22 - September 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really smart people. Have many friends of this sun sign. Intellectual and good judges. If you really do something worth appreciation, you get your share of praises but on the other hand you also have to face criticisms, in case you miss out on their expectations levels. They are the perfectionists in whatever they do and demand the same from others who follow them. A great and inspiring example is one of my favourite teacher at college who belongs to this sun sign and she has typical characteristics of this group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Libra - September 24 - October 23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Mom and brother both belong to this sun sign and so I think I know the Librans very well. Clarity of thoughts..Honest and frank... Always stand out in a group, party etc because of their charisma....(Don't know if I should generalise this, but this is true for my brother...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scorpio - October 24 - November 22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A bit lazy but are good at sports rather than academics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sagittarius - November 23 - December 22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm..The Saggis- Males and females have one common characteristic- Flirtatious nature ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apart from that they are spend thrifts and love partying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capricorn - December 23 - January 20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Dad......They are cool people. Don't get angry easily. Helpful and Jolly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquarius - January 21 - February 19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As their zodiac name suggests these people are like water.. Mix along well with anything and everything and hence can make you always comfortable in their company.  I think they don't know how to complain.... because they they can adjust in any situation with any type of people.... no scope for complaining.My best friend is an Aquarian and I love this attitude of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pisces - February 20- March 20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pisces..Hmm don't know many people very closely who belong to this group. Can just say that they are most of the times dreaming and are very creative.....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS:- This post was just a small attempt to write down the various characteristics of people whom I have come across and found interesting. There can be notable differences too. Do let me know, whether my description is appropriate or not for your sun sign..... :)  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-4492426264150357179?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4492426264150357179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4492426264150357179&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4492426264150357179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4492426264150357179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-rashee.html' title='What&apos;s your Rashee???'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/Sr-qjZADDKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fIiyUjBqipk/s72-c/sunsigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1391543104514755269</id><published>2009-09-19T20:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:19:32.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Awarded...... !!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SrT5IFhZXSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3olGzloXv8Y/s1600-h/award1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 166px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SrT5IFhZXSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3olGzloXv8Y/s320/award1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383201371931106594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first award. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awarded to me by &lt;a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anoop.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for awarding this to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I dint even know much about this award thing on blogs. But now I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rules for the award :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- List five current obsessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Pass the award on to your favourtie and more fabulous blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- When you post your winners, make sure you link them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Don’t forget to let your winners know they won an award from you by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My 5 current obsessions:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Books &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Books and reading.... My anytime obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My blog :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This is my first blog.. Dint know I would be obsessed so much with it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I am... !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Poets Of The Fall :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have just heard the songs of the band a couple of months ago and these are the songs I am obsessed with of late....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chatting :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It was an obsession when I started chatting initially but since the last year, I had become quite selective and restricted my chatting. But then over the past few months, I once again found some wonderful friends and chatting is again an obsession..!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My studies :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Really one of the things which is  currently keeping me occupied a lot. An obsession which I am actually loving.. Learning new subjects.. Working on project.... Preparing notes etc... Huh.... But which is really giving me lesser time for all my other obsessions.  :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to pass this award on to the following bloggers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aditya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://donthurtmytenderheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chandana-shekar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Chandana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ganeshdalal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gautam-lifeintoledo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gautam &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://warflower-theinnerme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Varsha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-1391543104514755269?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1391543104514755269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1391543104514755269&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1391543104514755269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1391543104514755269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/09/awarded.html' title='Awarded...... !!! :)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SrT5IFhZXSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3olGzloXv8Y/s72-c/award1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-2496353356724383494</id><published>2009-09-09T15:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:36:35.367+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Guilty or Innocent......!!</title><content type='html'>Again a Tag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love doing this Tag exercise and so was really very happy when &lt;a href="http://chandana-shekar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chandana Shekhar&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this one...Thanks...  Here are the rules :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULE 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULE 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULE 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I give my statements :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a store? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a boxing membership? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too honest? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined a surprise? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined a pageant? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had communication with your ex? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I just want all my friends who liked this to take it up and reply to it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers :)&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-2496353356724383494?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/2496353356724383494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=2496353356724383494&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2496353356724383494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/2496353356724383494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-or-innocent.html' title='Guilty or Innocent......!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1823839099726472874</id><published>2009-09-06T15:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:21:27.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criiticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Criticism - As I see it......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well..the movie was not so good.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think you could have done better.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That book is just a waste of time...Full of stupid incidents...!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.. Just trying to collect some sentences which I keep on hearing many times around. You also keep on listening to them - these &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Criticisms &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;??? Well.... Human nature.....!! Many-a-times, when you are displeased with something or someone, we find faults with them and condemn them. If you don't want any criticisms &lt;i&gt;“Do nothing, Say nothing, and Be nothing.”&lt;/i&gt; But being social animals, that is not possible for us....... So what is this&lt;i&gt; 'Criticism&lt;/i&gt;' all about???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think these days many people just know how to find faults with others even though they may be lagging in the same field. They never even give a second thought before criticising. It is really a rude thing according to me because if you are into the &lt;i&gt;habit&lt;/i&gt; of criticising everyone at every occasion, It can create a very &lt;i&gt;negative image&lt;/i&gt; about you. But if you genuinely feel that the act is not praiseworthy but faulty, you should go ahead and criticise as well as provide the scope for improvement. &lt;i&gt;Sugar-coated criticism&lt;/i&gt; can also sometime be used so that the morale of the person is not affected as well as the message is conveyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People who criticise should only do so when they are willing to change the system actually and demanding a change of pattern. Sometimes, its just namesake criticising and when they are asked what are the improvement areas, what more do they expect...?? They cannot reciprocate as well as their criticism. So the point is when you criticise, be sure of the grounds on which you are criticising and you want improvement. &lt;i&gt;If you have no will to Change it, you have no right to Criticise it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Eg: After a movie,  some of my friends came and started all kind of blah-blah about the movie not being good. I had not been to the movie so I did not respond then. After a few days when I watched the movie, I found it good and so I asked my friends what they dint like in it and in the end after I justified all their points, they had nothing more to say than it was too long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People don't criticise themselves, no matter how wrong they may be. It is really difficult to criticize oneself. Talking about myself, I accept criticisms when it comes from someone who has more knowledge than me on the subject and the one who  criticises with a view to see an improvement. I accept it and try to work on my faults and avoid them the next time. But &lt;i&gt;'Criticisms'&lt;/i&gt; from people around who just want to find faults with my work without even having an insight of the efforts put by me into it are not welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Criticism&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Praise&lt;/i&gt; are two opposite things. Not just opposite but paradox terms. This is because &lt;i&gt;“If you have all praises, no critics you'll likely have no success.”  &lt;/i&gt;Human beings always crave for praises and not criticisms. Its easier to accept praises rather than criticism but when it comes to giving - What do they find more easy.... To Praise or Criticise?????? Well you can see for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-1823839099726472874?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1823839099726472874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1823839099726472874&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1823839099726472874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1823839099726472874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/09/criticism-as-i-see-it.html' title='Criticism - As I see it......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4546270114650665562</id><published>2009-08-29T18:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:44:25.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>What's that??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across this really wonderful and touching story in my mailbox a couple of days ago. The video is a Greek short film. Check it out. No words would be able to explain it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WcD4jdwqtDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WcD4jdwqtDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The message conveyed by the movie is that you must respect your parents and always remember that no matter  how much ever you learn or earn, you can never be above them and if you think so.. Then it would just be arrogance..!! The sparrow here stands for even simple things around you today like computers, mobiles  etc... Things about which maybe, you know more than people around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may know more than what they know but it is they who helped you to know those things. Once upon a time... even you did not know so many things... Dint they teach it to you then? Maybe you are lucky to know these things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So be patient and humble about things you know, respect the people in your life who added to your store of knowledge - your parents, teachers, family and other people around you and share your knowledge......!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-4546270114650665562?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4546270114650665562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4546270114650665562&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4546270114650665562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4546270114650665562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-that.html' title='What&apos;s that??'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-1439340494795096326</id><published>2009-08-23T02:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:22:34.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Confused.........!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confused..What to write today.......???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have so much to tell...But I am not sure of what I must start with.....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONFUSED:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow.. What a word....!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO barriers on using it...... Anytime.. Anywhere.....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It comes to your rescue when you cant solve a problem.. Just use the word confused along with some terms from the question and bingo your work is done..... It gives the impression that you have known something about it though not everything... (Just helped me yesterday...) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SpBYTlFJ0dI/AAAAAAAAACg/gWEI4VTgbAM/s200/confused.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891448847487442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONFUSION:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A state of mind where you feel everything is right and the next minute everything is wrong. You begin to contradict  yourself when in a state of confusion. It is essential during such times to be cool and not to take any hasty decisions. Speaking about your confusions to people who have been through it would make it easy for you to find solutions for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONFUSE:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what you can do when you know your cards very well. When you know something in great detail you can confuse others about it if you are not able to put across your views in a way they would understand it. Some people deliberately confuse others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even I like it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This would summarize what I wish to convey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confused...May be you should read again..!!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-1439340494795096326?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/1439340494795096326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=1439340494795096326&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1439340494795096326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/1439340494795096326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused.html' title='Confused.........!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SpBYTlFJ0dI/AAAAAAAAACg/gWEI4VTgbAM/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-5709359748827714610</id><published>2009-08-14T17:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:17:52.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ishq Hota Nahi Sabhi Ke Liye.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - How strange it is that our mind subconsciously associates somethings with some people and how quickly our thoughts wander off to some distant places and people when we hear or see something. The associations may seem strange to explain but I am sure everyone must have experienced it sometime though......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like it happened to me a couple of days ago - On hearing the song &lt;i&gt;"Ishq hota nahi sabhi ke liye......."&lt;/i&gt; In the blink of an eye, scenes from the past flashed in front of me... Dialing your number.. Your caller tune&lt;i&gt; "Ishq hota nahi sabhi ke liye......." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SoVczxab8mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RoSdvlTjW1Y/s320/life_quotes_graphics_04.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369800175216489058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You just knew what I was doing and how my mood was by my &lt;i&gt;"Hello"&lt;/i&gt;... Tired, angry, crying, had a fight, frustrated, happy, sad, busy,  at home, watching TV, studying........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afraid of being hurt sooner or later due to the differences.. I restricted myself from talking to you in the beginning...You understood even this hesitance...... Assured you were there to take care of everything.. You got me talking.... And then talking to you was so comfortable.. No fake attempts to be true or prove my points. Even loved the arguments we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long hours of talks... Discussing  likes, dislikes, adventures of college life, friends, family, outings, favourite movies, songs, foodstuff.... And what not.....!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strange and yet felt so lovely to have someone with whom I could talk to and relate to  so closely...!! How surprised I had been to discover the similarities between us..... Same thoughts, same likings, same attitude...... Was just hard to believe that someone so similar yet so different to me could exist...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But along with these similarities I knew there were differences..... The differences which would surface up someday no matter how hard we tried to get along smoothly.. Differences in our paths of life.. Our aims.... Responsibilities... And they did come up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Self ego.... No talking.. Just &lt;i&gt;"Why cant you understand...??" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why should I Understand.. Do you ever Understand me..???" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You never call me.. Its I who has to always talk first..." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I thought you must be busy.. So I Dint call you up..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excuses..Accusations...Explainations....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even the last time you called me up... Never knew it would be your last call to me.. I did wait for your call for many days later.... But you dint call up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even today I sit and wonder why dint I call you  up too?? Maybe ego.. Maybe a feeling that you dint want to talk to me anymore...... If you could... I could also do without talking to you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tried every way of getting away from you.... Destroyed all physical things around me that reminded me of you...... Blocked all ways for you to get back in touch with me..... Even if you wished to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my mind and my thoughts betray me.... Even today when I get to know someone who is a Sagittarian.... The first image that comes in my mind is you.... The discussion we had on &lt;i&gt;"Sagittarians being Flirty..." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I see or hear about  the movie &lt;i&gt;"Hey Baby...&lt;/i&gt;" I remember how two years ago.. When you had been to watch the movie... And how I  had troubled you by messaging you intentionally...... Just to distract you from the movie.. And how after the movie you said you dint remember a single scene prpoerly.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime I hear the song &lt;i&gt;"Ishq hota nahi sabhi ke liye......."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-5709359748827714610?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/5709359748827714610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=5709359748827714610&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5709359748827714610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/5709359748827714610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/ishq-hota-nahi-sabhi-ke-liye.html' title='Ishq Hota Nahi Sabhi Ke Liye.......'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SoVczxab8mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RoSdvlTjW1Y/s72-c/life_quotes_graphics_04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-4464279167945183746</id><published>2009-08-10T19:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:06:55.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racial Discrimiantion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colour'/><title type='text'>Colour Paradox..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About a couple of months ago there had been events of racial discrimination and attacks against the Indian students in Australia.. And &lt;i&gt;Thanks&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;to our media&lt;/i&gt; the event had been in news for about a month or so. There were some cases reported of students who did not complain even though they had been facing these racial attacks earlier too.... Everywhere, this was the &lt;i&gt;BREAKING NEWS &lt;/i&gt; and the only issue being covered and highlighted upon.....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The topic of this post is not to highlight this event or its aftermaths.. But to realise how much we, ourselves discriminate on the grounds of colour...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lets begin with the Africans who come to study in India from countries like Nigeria , Kenya etc. Don't we consider them as 'blacks' and maintain distances with them...?? And in the same place if there is some fair skinned person, they are addressed as &lt;i&gt;"foreigners."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even within our country we discriminate people on such grounds. Our society still gives added importance to the skin tone of thee person than their nature. A boy of marriageable age always wishes to marry a fair and beautiful bride. Now beauty cannot be quantified.. But fairness can be.The boy wishes for a bride to be of a fairer tone than his skin tone. No matter how much ever we deny this fact, this is sadly the truth in almost all parts of our country..!!! There are so many jobs such as Air hostess, Secretaries etc where the colour of the candidate has an added importance. So is this not discrimination ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indian market has become a target for all the beauty and fairness products from world over. Today we find so many advertisements and products offered for fairness , rejuvenation of skin and what not...!! So how are these products selling and marketing like hot cakes in our country?? It is because of the attitude of the people of our country who give added importance to skin colour and hence these products have found a huge and ready market for all their &lt;i&gt;so-called fairness products&lt;/i&gt;  and the market does not only consist of female buyers but also the males have been the target group.  Recent additions in the male cosmetic product range and their advertisements prove this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read a book recently "Mahashweta" by Sudha Murthy. A really nice book highlighting a very sensitive issue of our society. The book describes the story of a girl 'Anupama' who after her marriage began to get traces of 'Leukoderma' and her plight while facing the consequences of this skin disease. The shocking aspect of the book was that even though Anupama's husband was a doctor himself, he did not stand by her through this and abandoned her due to social obligations. Although the book was a fiction, it is not far from the reality...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole point is that if we cannot accept people as they are but judge them on traits like their skin colour... We still have miles to go in this fast moving world, before we point out to other nations who &lt;i&gt;DISCRIMINATE AGAINST US RACIALLY&lt;/i&gt;............!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A really wonderful poem that I had read a while ago......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here it goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I born, I black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I grow up, I black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I go in sun, I black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I scared, I black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I sick, I black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when I die, I still black;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Ü White fellows;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U born, U pink;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U grow up, U white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U go in sun, U red;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U cold, U blue;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U scared, U yellow;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U sick, U green;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When U die, U grey;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yet U call me coloured......??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-4464279167945183746?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/4464279167945183746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=4464279167945183746&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4464279167945183746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/4464279167945183746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/colour-paradox.html' title='Colour Paradox..'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-934275790248005682</id><published>2009-08-01T23:32:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:26:33.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Day'/><title type='text'>On this Friendship Day..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSEtThBdaI/AAAAAAAAACA/A45DnJ5SWrg/s1600-h/friendship-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSEtThBdaI/AAAAAAAAACA/A45DnJ5SWrg/s400/friendship-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365058969972864418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to wish all my friends a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERY VERY HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and thank them for being with me at various stages in my life. You did make a difference in my life and even today if I am not in touch with you, or we don't meet or talk much, I still remember you and the times we spent together. Those moments can never be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This story for my dear dear friends who have been my friends right since school and all through college..  For all my friends whom I met at various other places, for all my friends on this &lt;i&gt;Blogosphere&lt;/i&gt;... n whooo... the list can go on and on.......!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Copied hai.. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But straight from the heart just 4 u..!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5805917095480391706-934275790248005682?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/934275790248005682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=934275790248005682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/934275790248005682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/934275790248005682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-this-friendship-day.html' title='On this Friendship Day..!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSEtThBdaI/AAAAAAAAACA/A45DnJ5SWrg/s72-c/friendship-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6411229365863311514</id><published>2009-08-01T23:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:25:33.205+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><title type='text'>Friends AAJ KAL...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know the title sounds as if it is inspired from " &lt;i&gt;LOVE AAJ KAL " .&lt;/i&gt; I could not think of anything better for this.. Hence, the name.. !!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gone are the days when you had your friends just from your school, your college or neighbourhood. The term &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'friends'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is now no longer restricted to the people you know face to face. With the advent of social networking sites, making &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends online&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the latest buzz around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember my school days when in our English letter writing we were given a topic to write a letter to pen friend in some other country describing about the Indian culture and the festivals celebrated here. At those times, these all situations seemed so vague to me that how could you be friends with someone whom you have not seen.?? But this is no more a vague thought for friends and friendship. With social networking sites coming up, we get an opportunity to meet new people from various places with whom we share common interests or occupations. It just helps us to connect with anyone  in the world out there.  I myself have many friends whom I have met and known over these sites over a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other side of this virtual friendship is a not so sweet an experience though. There are people who create fake profiles and fake chat names with easy access to these sites. Many a times, young children also create profiles giving their wrong age and get into  chatting with people whom they do not know.The fun may sometimes be too costly if there is no proper guidance or knowledge for the user. Online chatting can sometimes also lead to &lt;i&gt;Depression&lt;/i&gt; and lack of social interaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSB_Y-CV3I/AAAAAAAAABo/0uLTE64EnGU/s1600-h/netchat.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSB_Y-CV3I/AAAAAAAAABo/0uLTE64EnGU/s400/netchat.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365055982139496306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 296px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel sometimes we need to add people in our friends list just because of obligation of knowing them. In reality we might not be so speaking much to them but then they are on our friends list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, the number of people you have in your friends list are in no way an indicator of the number of friends that you actually have. A friend is the one with one you can really share all your feelings, all your joys and sorrows. None of your online friends can replace them in your life. But with social networking you can surely say that somewhere in your life there is a thread which connects you with your friends in this busy world when we have less time to actually keep in touch with everyone around. Got to go now.. Have to scrap all my friends "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5805917095480391706-6411229365863311514?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6411229365863311514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6411229365863311514&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6411229365863311514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6411229365863311514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-are-days-when-you-had-your-friends.html' title='Friends AAJ KAL...!!'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SnSB_Y-CV3I/AAAAAAAAABo/0uLTE64EnGU/s72-c/netchat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-6490452298331833233</id><published>2009-07-28T18:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:53:26.212+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>My First Tag :)</title><content type='html'>This is my  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FIRST EVER TAG &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; post on my blog. I had read the tags and found them pretty interesting. Finally got a chance to write for myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was tagged to me by friend &lt;a href="http://neha707.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Neha'&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some things about this tag :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Link the person who tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Post the rules on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Share the ABCs of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Tag 3 people at the end of your post by linking to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Let the 3 people know of the tag by leaving them comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Do not tag the original ‘tagger’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I go :- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;26 odd things about me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A – Available/Single? Single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B – Best friend? Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C – Cake or Pie? Cake..Black Forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D – Drink of choice? Cold coffee, Nimbu Paani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E – Essential item you use every day? Cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F – Favorite colour? Pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G – Gummy Bears Or Worms? Gummy bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H – Hometown? Mumbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I – Indulgence? Ice creams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J – January or February? February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K – Kids &amp;amp; their names? What..?? I'm a kid yet....!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L – Life is incomplete without? Aspirations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M – Marriage date? Not fixed yet... !!! I'll invite u 4 sure.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N – Number of siblings? 1..Younger bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O – Oranges or Apples? Oranges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P – Phobias/Fears? Fear of insects....Insectophobia,  if it is called so..!!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q – Quote for today? "I believe in simple living and high thinking." My all time favourite one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R – Reason to smile? Smile to make others smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S – Season? Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T – Tag 3 People? &lt;a href="http://anotsopersonaldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prerna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ganeshdalal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://riya7585.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr Riya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U – Unknown fact about me? That I am very sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V – Vegetable you don't like? Karela(Bitter gourd) :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W – Worst habit? Sleeping late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X – X-rays you've had? None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y – Your favorite food? Punjabi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z – Zodiac sign? Taurus.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805917095480391706-6490452298331833233?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/6490452298331833233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=6490452298331833233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6490452298331833233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/6490452298331833233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag :)'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-8843007458558712004</id><published>2009-07-26T21:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:38:32.534+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>A Red Letter Day In My Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After completing the school days,every school student feels ,he is at last free from the shackles of rules , homework and more importantly the uniforms... There are  dreams  budding of Campus &lt;i&gt;masti&lt;/i&gt;, meeting new people, learning new things and  a curiosity of actually discovering the whole college environment..To know if it is as shown in movies..or as described to them by some elder siblings or friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was no exception to this..After my SSC I got admission in the desired college in the desired stream and was just waiting for my expedition to begin..At last  the D-day arrived..my first day at college... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had afternoon college @ 12.30 p.m. and had to travel by train for about an hour to reach there.I started from home..It was raining heavily..I  managed to reach the station and was waiting for my friend to arrive..But she did not reach there. After waiting for about  10 minutes more, I boarded the train alone..It was too crowded and I wished I had not boarded this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally reached my college. It was still raining heavily.During the first lecture itself we were informed that all lectures for the day had been cancelled and that we could leave.I and some of the new friends I made went to the canteen...And then after an hour or so, we decided to leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was still raining heavily and when I reached the station again.. I got to know that all the trains had stopped working. Not knowing what to do.. I roamed around for some time. I was trying to reach my dad and tell him about the situation. As I dint have any cell phone those days.. I waited at a PCO in the long queue... And when it was my turn to make the call I found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that the PCO was no longer working. It had gone dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rains did not show any signs of stopping.. At this moment,I was  really scared, a whole new place.. no familiar landmarks... and no idea of where to go further.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now one of my uncles lived here but I had never been to their place alone earlier. So again I had to recollect the address and look for a way reach there. None of the auto agreed to take me there. I was on the verge of crying when at last I found an auto driver who agreed to take me there. On the way, I got to know that the rains were really heavy  and there was water logging in different areas. It was for the first time I had witnessed something like this. To add to this, the auto stopped in the middle of the way.I was really terrified at what to do.. I felt as If all the bad things had to happen on that day. I started walking on the unknown road. I confirmed the address with some people to assure that I was on the right way. I came across places where there the water level was knee deep..As i moved along the water level started rising..On either side of the road were some people who volunteered to help the passers by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passing through waist deep waters ,witnessing some of the houses on ground floor flooded with water...I finally managed to reach my uncle's place at about 5.00 p.m. and to my surprise they were all expecting me..!!!Everyone was worried about me as to where I had been all this while. I informed my parents about my arrival and then I had to tell my tales of how I managed to reach there despite the water levels. I spent the next two days there without any power, sleep, appetite and communication with my family at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this was my first day at college... The 26Th of July,2005.. A date for which I believe every Mumabaikar will have a story to tell.. Even after 4 years today.. I can visualise every moment of the day... This day has been by far the most adventurous day in my life.. Discovering a whole new place... the dark and wild side of nature... All by myself with no one around to guide me...!! Later when I realised the gravity of the calamity that had struck the city... I felt I was lucky to have at least reached a place where I could be safe...! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So which is the RED LETTER DAY of your life ? ? ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-8843007458558712004?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/8843007458558712004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=8843007458558712004&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8843007458558712004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/8843007458558712004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-letter-day-in-my-life.html' title='A Red Letter Day In My Life....'/><author><name>Urvashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05595163416132520283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SSAlZIyAC9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6KophKThe4/S220/roses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805917095480391706.post-7618860796172975707</id><published>2009-07-19T17:01:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:14:59.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Monsoons....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From "Wow.. Its MONSOON....!!"  to&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...When would it STOP raining...???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid July.... The lovely rains...... !! The last week was full of rains and at last I am feeling once again that "Wow.. Its MONSOON....!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons round the year get me into a special mood... The summers bring with them the excitement of vacations and mangoes... Winters bring lazy mornings but freshness and merriness all around... And&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SmNHNeFVrOI/AAAAAAAAABg/5qOOBexjWLA/s1600-h/gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtSstsEgMAY/SmNHNeFVrOI/AAAAAAAAABg/5qOOBexjWLA/s320/gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360206278240349410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the monsoons....&lt;br /&gt;The season  actually sets me in different moods.. I love to watch the heavy showers from my window and even touch a few rain drops.... Feel the light drizzles on my palms.. Which invoke a freshness in  the whole body... The pleasant winds and coolness everywhere.... a cup of tea.. and some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakoras... &lt;/span&gt;with a novel  or some chit-chat and I feel the atmosphere can never be better than this........!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side... I hate going outdoors in this season, especially travelling because it's a mess on the road with so many people and the umbrella's clashing, water dripping from each of them, getting drenched, stuck in the traffic and you always get late.... So it irritates me many a times leaving a feeling of "Oh...When would it STOP raining...???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Urvashi/my/bloggggg/crash.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Rain is one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEST GIFTS OF NATURE&lt;/span&gt; to the whole&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; EARTH&lt;/span&gt;..... A necessity for its survival and existence... A gift to be accepted, be pleased and to enjoy every moment of it....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5805917095480391706-7618860796172975707?l=urner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/feeds/7618860796172975707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805917095480391706&amp;postID=7618860796172975707&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7618860796172975707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805917095480391706/posts/default/7618860796172975707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urner.blogspot.com/2009/07/monsoons.html' title='Monsoo
