tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43203476717920885432024-03-20T00:31:48.969+05:30My blogRealistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-15688017714439479592008-12-24T13:49:00.003+05:302008-12-24T14:47:29.779+05:30"Help!"<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is something I think about all day, now days. Why am I so indecisive?? I think, its perfect this time. Everything!! But, something inside me says this is not it. Yet, I don't see the problem. Am I one of those who can never know?? Or should I just stop thinking so much???</span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-28183398594831365332008-12-16T00:37:00.006+05:302008-12-16T00:57:19.165+05:30Usual rant...<p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have realized in the past few months (not that I didn't earlier but am sure now) that anyone who tries even remotely to enter my territory (my space), I just can't take that person for very long. Also, my problem lies in the fact that I keep getting irritated and never let the other person ever have the slightest hint about what I feel. I think, people should just mind their own business. Why the fuck do you even care!!!?? How does it even matter what I do?? I am not fucking answerable to you for what I do. Even if you are jobless and have nothing constructive to do, honestly its not my fucking problem. Get a life everyone!!!!!! </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Why don't people pick up hints?? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Helloooo</span>!!!!!! Actually, if you were smart enough, you would. I guess, am expecting a bit too much. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Am done for the day. Feeling good!! :D</span></p>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-84970165010885750262008-11-27T02:12:00.004+05:302008-11-27T02:24:23.413+05:30Untitled-###<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My horoscope says: "Exercise today". :P</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-5842759464004197792008-09-29T21:57:00.006+05:302008-09-29T23:01:47.396+05:30Two n a half...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Friday, 26th october.....10:00am.....Art room-1.....fashion merchandising</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Looked at the watch it was 10:15. I jumped out of the bed and in the next five I was running towards college. Honestly, those five minutes were longest. I reached there and the exam, thankfully, was going to get cancelled. Phew!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Implusive plans are always much more fun. And, the ones like these are "mind-blowing" [:P]. Despite all the work, we've been upto the usual random things. Enjoying the work. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Life's good, like always. :D</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-25943568518032080292008-09-23T20:17:00.006+05:302008-09-23T21:46:53.094+05:30Blabber....as usual.<p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Am in a weird phase past sometime. I judge too much, get irritated too easily with everything rather everyone and I avoid talking to many people, sometimes, even the ones that am close to. I have never liked being around such people myself and so, this is not at all a welcome change. I don't like it and am hoping I'll be over all this soon. May be, its time for me to go home for sometime. But, what pisses me off the most is when people walk up to me and try n tell me how I have changed a lot over the past few months. What I completely fail to understand is why these people can't mind their bloody own business!?! </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I have a lot of work to do and am enjoying it, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">at least</span>. And, I just spoke to dad. :D</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-86016069080941744152008-09-18T22:57:00.011+05:302008-09-19T04:12:27.630+05:30Title???<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>I often wonder (like most others), how life's going to be after a few years? I wish someone could tell me. What will be the outcome of all this?? The end......</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>...................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Of all the keys on the keyboard, I end up using the backspace the most. I wish that could be applied to our lives as well. Or may be an undo option.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>.....................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>22 women in one place results in a lot of blabber and gossip and fun and much more at times. [;-)]</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>.......................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>I want to sleep and I have work to do.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-21683579739343960002008-09-02T22:19:00.006+05:302008-09-02T23:29:31.791+05:30Men n laptops.....<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't trust them!!!!!!! They are unpredictable and will most likely, ditch you when you need them the most.</span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-14835054467140369322008-09-01T00:37:00.001+05:302008-09-01T00:43:17.696+05:30Untitled 2<p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I often hide things...........from myself.</span></p>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-28283761931713564112008-08-23T23:11:00.006+05:302008-09-02T23:25:43.576+05:30:-|<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I realized one more thing, I suck at keeping promises!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />I really do.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-77263044353021992252008-08-16T03:08:00.006+05:302008-08-16T03:18:36.326+05:30Untitled....<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>1. Sometimes, one person's decision can change the other person's course of life forever.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>2. Happiness comes in the most unexpected ways.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>3. I can never be sure of certain things in life. Never, I guess.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>4. I have promised myself about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">writing</span> regularly.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-77275132487821842012008-08-12T23:16:00.007+05:302008-08-13T00:45:18.285+05:30Some more....<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691120744511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwv08V_XysPlDWoMK57o3mofq1wZ1PCLFbFu2vhaxVK-XHL4EbhlId6jjs4T9imZz0I8NSlKDkamWagenxfiESKjlD46n9x_OVeMdc2W6vpocmDiafcq3eGN5xEFJqTULN2gIZmJugyFY/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" />On the way to Bagh...<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmp9n81KUiBKnojn_BjgQ5UpclP8jNNf9crpgCJSRpK0a-dENAEOnxQ6OFbigE-MLGMWgJEbk3l58wRwvLt67yBQ6OyXhqt7dKnPXDRonfBs0zSDMENUjDtjH9TfXIImQP4DkKNggWKo/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233698411731934946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmp9n81KUiBKnojn_BjgQ5UpclP8jNNf9crpgCJSRpK0a-dENAEOnxQ6OFbigE-MLGMWgJEbk3l58wRwvLt67yBQ6OyXhqt7dKnPXDRonfBs0zSDMENUjDtjH9TfXIImQP4DkKNggWKo/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> Jab we went...<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcinfp-53OzpokmQnFSFkX1awvMRv5WPC_1lZ5lnZBwd55nC1qJdD7J8A7n1XtJb4IZ0V5bagSn9QXOCT57pKjBCQTvR8kLl5sLsh12bxIYepFu7LTivq5JmWsNR1Rvc_5z2OMd66Op4/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233695009396084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcinfp-53OzpokmQnFSFkX1awvMRv5WPC_1lZ5lnZBwd55nC1qJdD7J8A7n1XtJb4IZ0V5bagSn9QXOCT57pKjBCQTvR8kLl5sLsh12bxIYepFu7LTivq5JmWsNR1Rvc_5z2OMd66Op4/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> The Gang!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704112919008050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcivB6usWCMzSNMRYYvLZXIY-1iqxei6IU9-8oCMYszVJ8h3XjLBJlWPzVZkY4C1Gsi9GBYyRfbU_CBbbiM34O-O7kSowyzSmNp3hiOu4814r9RTZ5-65As8PnW6rmHlgI6vpSl0hlaI/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" /> The autoride..........<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233707519657216674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GVWZ8aOeHjU-MTVk1VHOjTpkmZ7Jwb2is_kAq-d6yRduMYx2cq-vuY-FwfC5aalE1cJNdAMa_BUMz0aYcqDZBmfg2CNJQa9Cv9bgZBSGr3opfysDfU4sNAogCrFhCupIT-BuuICWUXI/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /> </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span></strong><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div><br /></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-16943015601285807022008-08-11T22:52:00.013+05:302008-08-12T00:00:56.957+05:30Of life n things.....<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">There are times in life when so much happens in so little time that you hardly get anytime to absorb much. But, nevertheless, life's good. In fact, great.</span><br /></div></span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>I was busy with a college project for which I had to travel to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Baagh</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maheshwar</span>, both beautiful places, especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Maheshwar</span>. The place where we stayed was right on the bank of river Narmada. A temple right in the middle.....beautiful!! The side of the temple towards the right.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233325231105875250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQeMShC_dzsWlEhq3RSTKD9ad-3QUFzLhQNvuKzntOBEayVL3etCURIQclj39MHNlsC6d2SpJ51uR7A249Oh-RS4zGKJoizotzOD3IoGnZKmKRmZMUw70lxD45TQbyGebF4RWjzyw38A/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /> </span></strong><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324235850084434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-vZNYneL6qyycSibhjhS0zid1qDEy50yde1A2XMfbTeEr_cjVhhQKx_1Vyxk7U2K0pKY7IRCYenbCvXkSGlpW1_xHKjOc-bBN_P5u8ZcqnxGrkDTnNqCl7b9uFW5o7xrsHLSiwjC1Ac/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Even the last few days in college have been fun. With no classes, we end up roaming around the entire day. Finally, got to see "The Dark Knight". Its awesome and am in love with the joker. That retards got something about him. (more on that later) :-D</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I drove an auto or I pretended to do so for sometime. Was looking for an auto for a while and then this friend of mine spotted one and the driver was missing. And so we were, up to are usual moronic acts of ours. Went to the men's loo today!! :P <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aaand</span>, got a haircut, feels lighter at least this way. </span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error"></span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error"></span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error"></span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error"></span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Yaayiii</span>!!!! Life's so good.</span></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></span></p><p></p><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-17126937847451672262008-06-14T21:04:00.006+05:302008-06-14T23:10:28.344+05:30Number phobia???<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">While reading something on a friend's blog, I realized I never thought about this seriously. I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">numerophobia</span>, fear of numbers which was earlier a discomfort and now turned into a fear. Well, almost. And, am often teased about it. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Talking of mental maths (I think will kill me someday) gives me jitters. Anything to do with numbers and I want to run away. Now, I know why I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">preferred</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">VnRT</span>(Visualization n representation technique) classes over geometry. </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">And, am glad I don't have to deal with numbers on a daily basis anymore. :)<br /><br />PS: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ummm</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ambi</span> 2*2 ?? :P:P</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-6448380661231422422008-06-11T18:10:00.004+05:302008-06-12T17:55:52.914+05:30Another one...<span style="font-size:130%;">I saw this tag on Vikram’s blog. Having nothing to do, decided to tag myself. 10 things about yourself that haven’t been mentioned/discussed on the blog before. So, here goes:-<br /><br />1.<em>I don’t write fiction</em>: It’s not for this blog at least. Whatever mentioned here has either happened with me or with someone really close.<br /><br />2.<em>There is something about men with glasses</em>: I always end up noticing (noticing is an understatement :P) men with spectacles. They look soo endearing.<br /><br />3.<em>I think</em> <em>bald men are really hot</em>: Super-hot!!!!!!!<br /><br />4.<em>I love dark chocolate</em>: Love the slightly bitter taste it has[guess, I have a mature taste :)]. It’s orgasmic, literally.<br /><br />5.<em>I have a commitment-phobia</em>: I love the attention n the casual flirting that goes on but I can’t commit when things become serious. Not that I don’t want to, I just can’t even if I like the guy.<br /><br />6.<em>I have caught my parents’ at-it</em>: I was in school and it was more than once. And, let’s not get into excruciating details.<br /><br />7.<em>I want to travel the world</em>: This list wouldn’t be complete without this one.<br /><br />8.<em>I often think of being a single-parent</em>: I do since a past few months.<br /><br />9.<em>I am fond of photography</em>: My interaction with a camera has always been a memorable one though I’m still learning and have a long way to go. I prefer the black n white ones over the colored.<br /><br />10.<em>I love eating road-side food</em>: I think it’s the tastiest food one can have. Its unhygienic but worth it.<br /></span></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-18158434541171515832008-06-07T22:10:00.007+05:302008-06-07T22:43:23.834+05:30We meet to depart:II<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">What she did for him was beyond a measure. Sadly, he realized that very late. At a time, when he himself had no time left. But, she never complained. Never. For her, each day meant picking up from where she left the previous day and go on.<br /><br />She stood beside him, even when most people didn't. Prepared for the inevitable, she was waiting......waiting for him to get some respite and she knew this was the only way. Also, to see what really was in store for her, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">after all</span>.<br /><br />Time almost stopped, each moment seemed to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separated</span> by eternity. But, her wait finally ended. And then, it was all over. He was never going to be around. She longingly looked at the empty bed, his cupboard, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spectacles, the pen he had been using for the past couple of years. He loved writing with that pen. </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" style="font-size:130%;">She now distinctly remembered every moment spent with him...</span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-9084794846706879612008-06-07T21:15:00.003+05:302008-06-07T21:20:25.110+05:3050th!?!<span style="font-size:130%;">TIME, a cure for <em>almost </em>everything. Helps one handle the trickiest possible situations of life.</span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-18489082157600086102008-05-24T16:10:00.003+05:302008-05-24T16:22:44.056+05:30Tagging...<span style="font-size:130%;">This one's for you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Vibhav</span>. :-D<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. Last movie you saw in a theatre?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Shutter...was bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. What book are you reading?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Metamorphosis by Kafka(just started).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Favourite board game?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Chinese checkers :))</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. Favourite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">magazine</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">None really!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. Favourite smell?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">That of rain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">6. Favourite sound?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ummm</span>.....the worst is of the alarm clock in the morning. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. The worst feeling in the world?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Helplessness, for sure.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. What is the first thing you think of/say when you wake up the morning?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Gosh!!! Am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soo</span> late!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. Favourite fast food place?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It would Pizza Hut and Slice of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Italy</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10. Future child's name?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pehle</span> child <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ke</span> papa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ko</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">toh</span> mil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">jaane</span> do!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11. Finish this statement. "If I had lot of money I'd...?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">.....send my parents for a world tour.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Neeext</span>!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">13. Storm-cool or scary?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cool!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">14. Favourite drink?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Does that even matter??</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">15. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I would do everything I have been wanting to do for a long time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nope.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">GREEN.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">18. Name all the different cities/towns you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ve</span> lived in?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been traveling all my life. :-D</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ranchi</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Ferozpur</span>, Chandigarh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ambala</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Gopalpur</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Gandhidhaam</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Udhampur</span>, Indore.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">19. Favorite sports to watch?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't follow any.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Ummm</span>...writes very well. ;)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">21. What’s under your bed?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing much...just cleaned it. :P</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">22. Would you like to be born as yourself again?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I think so...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">23. Morning person, or night owl?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Depends.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">24. Over easy, or sunny side up?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Neither.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">25. Favorite place to relax?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The mountains...nothing like it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">26. Favorite pie/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">mithai</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Jallebes</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">27. Favorite ice cream flavor?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Chocolate.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">28. Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets see.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I tag:-</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Monisha</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Natansh</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Nimish</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Pooja</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Shhh</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Hansika</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Vartika</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Soul Search</span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-83979362116825779862008-05-21T22:47:00.008+05:302008-05-22T21:13:35.567+05:30?????<span style="font-size:130%;">We often end up being the person we hate the most!!?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">______________</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What would you do if you were told that you had only a few days left???</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">___________________</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-35442028363862056192008-05-11T11:00:00.001+05:302008-05-11T11:15:54.425+05:30:((<span style="font-size:130%;">I want to go HOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-30016014598058572992008-05-07T23:33:00.000+05:302008-05-07T23:35:07.604+05:30Happy Women's Day!!!<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">received</span> an e-mail sometime back and thought of sharing it with everyone. This is <em>for all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">phenomenal</span> women I know</em>.<br /><br />In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday.<br />She is an American poet, actress and an important figure in the American Civil Rights Movement. Angelou recited her poem, "On the Pulse of Morning" at President Bill Clinton's inauguration in 1993.<br /><br />She spoke about her life and what she had learnt in so many years. And, this is what she had to say:<br />"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."<br /><br />"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."<br /><br />"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."<br /><br />"I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life."<br /><br />"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance."<br /><br />"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."<br /><br />"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."<br /><br />"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."<br /><br />"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."<br /><br />"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."<br /><br />"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." </span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-16579862066222322892008-05-04T23:26:00.003+05:302008-05-05T00:17:34.351+05:30Chupke-chupke...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Berukhi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ke</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">saath</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sunnah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dard</span>-e-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ki</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">daastaan</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Woh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">kalaai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">mein</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tera</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kangan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ghumaana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">yaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">hai</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Tujhse</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">woh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">pehle</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">pehle</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">dil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">lagaana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">yaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">hai</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Humko</span> ab <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">tak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">aashiqui</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">woh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">zamaana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">yaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">hai</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(This is by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Ghulam</span> Ali)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-1234593308728429822008-04-21T21:44:00.002+05:302008-04-21T22:17:31.142+05:30A step closer...<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">There are moments that make you realize how important some people are in your life and then, there are those that take you a step closer to being away from them.</span></div>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-78637896614303626512008-04-13T23:28:00.005+05:302008-04-14T00:35:21.974+05:30RANDOM<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">-Hug my mother.<br />-Meet my father.<br />-Call up someone and cry.<br />-Go home.<br />-Finish my work.<br />-Get over my mood swings.<br />-Be able to tell people how I feel about them.<br />-Not bother about what they think about me.<br />-Be able to make others happy genuinely.<br />-Sleep peacefully.<br />-Go for a walk.<br />-Get wet in the rain.<br />-Run.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-61695316787241220762008-03-23T21:06:00.002+05:302008-03-23T21:17:15.782+05:30Holi Hai!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">Family</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Friends</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Colors</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Music</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Bhaang</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Five musts on Holi. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320347671792088543.post-43048821113477927472008-03-17T20:00:00.003+05:302008-03-17T21:20:00.186+05:30!??<font size="4">The distance between us seems to be increasing every moment. Everything is slipping away slowly and this time around I don't even know what to do. When did we get to this? And, how did we?</font>Realistic me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671904655732118869noreply@blogger.com