<?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-6694356268798664184</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:51:26.814-08:00</updated><category term='exam'/><category term='onam'/><category term='ayyoo'/><category term='payasam'/><category term='fish'/><category term='poppy'/><category term='beach'/><category term='change'/><category term='shock'/><category term='dream'/><category term='chetan bhagat'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='book'/><category term='boat ride'/><category term='aunty'/><category term='life'/><category term='rush'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='chickenrolls'/><category term='fun'/><category term='edward'/><category term='palmistry'/><category term='bus'/><category term='fortkochi'/><category term='sadya'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope</title><subtitle type='html'>Like the kaleidoscope which presents its viewers  with varying colours and patterns, with the help of loosely connected beads,mirrors and other colored objects....here I make an attempt to connect my experiences,views and beliefs with you....from my perspective and vision...check if it matches yours...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-3455457934528401216</id><published>2011-02-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:53:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my little one....:)</title><content type='html'>I am experiencing the most vivid and exciting period a woman goes through her life….yes, the period where one experiences the little bumps and jumps of the infant inside her womb. Its truly an amazing feeling…a new life beginning to develop within you….bringing happiness all around. Even though my little one is still to see the world outside….i am sure that my baby is already experiencing the world through me…through my eyes…my feel….my  touch…my thoughts….! My every move, my every little excitement , my every mood change…brings in some reactions from within too… and this makes me love you more…my little one…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often …when the reactions are nil…I try listening to music…and oh..my… the somersault acts begin…;). My sissy is so excited about all this, that she …makes me hear a very cute ring tone on her phone everyday…to see the little one…move…. It’s really a heart touching moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This period is a very crucial one…as everything you feel, eat, sense or smell is received by your baby too. I am a bit careless in this stuff…but thanks to my loving husband, in-laws and parents…who constantly monitor my acts…and give the needed guidelines. But I must say…I have changed a lot…(not just my physic  ) but my mind set too…I have become a bit more sensible and responsible…may be because I know..there is someone…within me…completely helpless…all dependent on me….and whose responsibility and safety is my priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why the bond between a mother and child is so strong…even when both are apart, both are always connected together through some strange network…which is build within …even before you are born ...and continues to …follow you where ever you go…wherever you are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel the little ‘dishums’ are a reminder …to me that…amma I am here…come cuddle me up. I can feel the bond between us tighten by every passing day…. I  know that my little one is as eager as me to see the world and his mother…and so am I to get a glimpse of my sweet heart….my own …my  lovely baby…I can’t wait to see your little cute bum , the innocent toothless smile, and the twinkling little eyes. My ‘kunjus’ am waiting for you….to come and invade our life with happiness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours….amma…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-3455457934528401216?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3455457934528401216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=3455457934528401216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3455457934528401216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3455457934528401216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-little-one.html' title='To my little one....:)'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-3049228622517536654</id><published>2010-12-30T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:28:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010</title><content type='html'>Every passing year leaves behind some sweet some sour memories….But this year for me has been the most memorable of all. The reasons are big and small…. Right from my successful completion of post graduation, to my marriage, to my first ever job, to my entering another stage of life…..the list goes on….and seems endless…with every passing year…I had always felt …oh! This year went so fast. But this year was different….it made me feel I lived ages in it….may be because it took me through varying colours of life….I must admit every hue was different …bringing in new joy…all what I never had experienced before! Let me give you an account of my renewed journey in 2010…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH2010: (my ring day) I got engaged this day, the beginning of a new life…a new person in my life….i remember myself all dressed and happy….expecting all happiness ….welcoming my partner with wholeheartedly….:)&lt;br /&gt;(The following days were filled with non stop chit chat on phone, of course with my new love;) though the chit chat had begun days before…but after engagement they took a new level…I must say I really enjoyed them;) and they continued till my RED lettered day…my marriage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY2010:(the RED lettered day of my life) As any girl I too had my apprehensions about marriage….but I must say I was rather cool that day…may be because by then we were no more strangers, I must say we had become friends…or even more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY2010 :( my first job) I had never ever thought that I would end up being a teacher or a lecturer….thanks to my husband, who instilled in me the urge to be one…I must say I truly enjoy being one…first job is always special….and this one will always remain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life took its pace…and I felt I already have played some very interesting roles in my life…being a wife was all new for me ;) it felt good …being special for someone…having someone very special in your life…cooking new delicacies (it was new…hmm my poor hubby ate everything I made without any complaints…but yes suggestions were always there)….my new job …it had a lot of challenges…I had to lead a class…impart knowledge…prepare notes …take lectures…but in the due course I learned the trick to handle a class…to be at least my students friend! I hope they feel the same…I know I have to improve a lot …and I am sure I can…thanks everyone for your courteous listening and help wherever possible ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I look back I feel I have lived so many years…and I feel really happy. The coming year 2011 is sure to be even better….as am going to step on a new stage in my life…someone very special is going to be a part our life very soon….and waiting for the angel to come and invade  our life ….:) yes, your guess is as right as mine…!:) life wont be the same ….but am looking forward for the change….:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for betterment, every year…not only for me…but for every living creature in this beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;WISHING ALL OF YOU A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR….LET IT BE SPECIAL FOR YOU! Keep smiling….keep loving!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-3049228622517536654?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3049228622517536654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=3049228622517536654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3049228622517536654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3049228622517536654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2010'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-2176046850200420356</id><published>2010-10-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:58:02.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/TMO8zOW9MNI/AAAAAAAAARk/DQ_3gymysko/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/TMO8zOW9MNI/AAAAAAAAARk/DQ_3gymysko/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531472355554832594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle touch wakes me up…&lt;br /&gt;Your sparkling smile ignites me up…&lt;br /&gt;Your supple kiss radiates me up…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s you, only you…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who fulfills my every wish…&lt;br /&gt;The one who relishes my every dish…&lt;br /&gt;The one, whom I always miss…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s you, only you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my partner, my guide, my philosopher,&lt;br /&gt;Are you, and will remain the same forever…&lt;br /&gt;You are my prized possession …&lt;br /&gt;And my only obsession!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s you, only you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life, with a wedding ring…&lt;br /&gt;And ever since, my life is at happy swing…&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how two strangers can begin life together…&lt;br /&gt;But it’s stranger when they are always together…&lt;br /&gt;Becoming closer and closer….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My every heart beat is for you…&lt;br /&gt;My every breath remembers you…&lt;br /&gt;Yes its all for you…&lt;br /&gt;Only you…only you….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-2176046850200420356?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2176046850200420356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=2176046850200420356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/2176046850200420356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/2176046850200420356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-you.html' title='For You..........'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/TMO8zOW9MNI/AAAAAAAAARk/DQ_3gymysko/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-1100329308873420054</id><published>2010-04-25T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:23:24.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><title type='text'>Time pass....a real one...!;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/S-OVjcbT4vI/AAAAAAAAARM/Hym3tnpj1M8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/S-OVjcbT4vI/AAAAAAAAARM/Hym3tnpj1M8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468378808716616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hot steamy day, traveling in a crowded bus becomes all the more difficult. A single vacant seat and you can find the entire crowd, trying to snatch it away by every means possible. I personally feel much more comfortable standing on such occasions…the reason being, one…I get to have my own space however meager it is, two…I don’t have to see the frown on the co passengers face, envying me…simply because I could manage to grab a seat which she couldn’t . I know some of you have raised your eye brow reading this…but this is the truth! I am too good ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on one such occasion I got a chance to exhibit my modesty and humility (I never let go such prospects unattended…lol...;)) A hefty old lady with two bags in each hand resembling her twins managed to crane into the thickly populated bus clutching on to the steel rod on the left side . And I personally felt the bus had tilted an inch to the left…may be because I had to bear the burnt of her massive weight which she felt was better to be dumped to the person nearby. This is one reason I find standing better…at least you need to balance just yourself not everyone around you (some may disagree, but for me it’s this way:-p.) With every left turn the bus took …I could very well relate my self with the fate of dinosaurs…which ended up being a cluster of fossils! And I thought its better to offer her my seat and move away in a cozier space… if possible near a window. I tapped on her flesh stuffed hands and politely rose indicating her to occupy my seat. She immediately asked me, “Are you getting down at the next stop?” I reluctantly said, “No aunty…it’s just that I thought you are finding it difficult to balance …so feel free to sit down.” The aunty was pleased leaps and bounds and with a wide smile on her face, she accepted my offer. I in the meanwhile felt I had done a noble cause helping an old lady out. But the satisfaction soon faded, when I met with the atrocities of standing in an over crowded bus. At the next stop the person sitting next to the old fat lady (who presently had my seat) got down. Obviously, everyone jumped in excitement to grab the opportunity…but the aunty didn’t allow any one to sit in there…she screeched at the top of her voice “moleeeeeeee!...vaa evide irikam!!!”(Come sit here my girl.) Everyone around her had a disgusted expression and most of them were mumbling beneath their breath…while some found it better to openly spill out their anger and some really colorful words were flying in the air(#%^&amp;*$#). Hope you got the feel of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I turned to see what the fuss was all about, and found I was the scapegoat in the whole scene…the seat was being offered to me…without any further hesitation I thought it was better to sit down. The crowd was a bit silent, still a few were irritably mumbling, “this is a public property …everyone has equal rights etc etc” I thought it was better to ignore and turned to see what the aunty felt…as I turned to face her, I see her admiringly looking at me with a pleased yet false smile. I smiled back at her. She winked at me and said, “all this happens don’t take it seriously…by the way are you studying?” &lt;br /&gt;Me: yes, final year M.com&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: (unnecessarily impressed) oh! Wow...great, so where do you live and who all are there in your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (confused) well…near the temple, along with my parents and younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;(With every answer I gave her, I could feel she was getting overly excited and was constantly checking me out from every angle…I obviously felt awkward.)&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: so you are a ‘Hindu’ right? You are ‘nair’?...do you regularly go to the temple?(with a smile so wide, even trying to attempt one would hurt your cheeks…for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes, I am a ‘Hindu’ but I don’t regularly go to the temple…just when I feel like (why does she have to know all this…caste, creed, religion…yuck! I hate such people who ask all this in the first meeting…I mean what do you get from it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: (again stressing on my caste) …you didn’t specify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (repulsively)…Err…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: let me be frank, the thing is I have a lot of alliances or marriage proposals which would suit your profile…so if you are interested I will contact your parents (all this with the same wide shameless smile)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (almost like lightening stricken)…Oh!(sheepish smile flushing every now and then)..well…the thing is…(aunty cuts me abruptly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: yes yes...I know you are studying now…but then we have to look into such things seriously, and if you are so particular may be we can have the engagement done…and marriage a few months later or after your studies…what say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really couldn’t control laughing and with a genuine laugh I said…actually aunty the thing is…I would have been interested in your proposal…but the thing is I am already engaged!!! I said so showing her, my prized possession …my ring!)&lt;br /&gt;The scene after that is hard to explain and I was happy because I didn’t have to see much of it…as my stop was nearing, but I must admit it was a real time pass. I rose from the seat and bid adieu to my old friend who was yet to recover from the shock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-1100329308873420054?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1100329308873420054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=1100329308873420054' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1100329308873420054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1100329308873420054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-passa-real-one.html' title='Time pass....a real one...!;)'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/S-OVjcbT4vI/AAAAAAAAARM/Hym3tnpj1M8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-3422649288273784663</id><published>2010-03-31T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:26:50.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Life at its turning point....!!</title><content type='html'>Life was moving at a steady pace, with no gear change and speed hikes. May be it was bored with itself, that it decided to take a sudden turn. In to a completely different road, which was new to me in every aspect …but was sure to come in future. Wondering which road was it? A road which is life long, a road which is meant for all, and whose riders are decided in heaven…yes, you guessed it right …it’s the road to marriage! And I am going to be an afresh rider on this road very soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank I had never expected to be a ‘rider on this road’ so soon. Neither did I know life was at its turning point. And as in any girl’s case …I too was apprehensive and confused. But everything has a time…and when the right time strikes…everything falls into place and the desired happens…..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did in my case too. At first it was a bit difficult to gulp in the fact that it was actually happening with me, slowly I learned to flow with the current and to be true I am actually quite happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which bothers me now is about my final semester’s exam dates. I hope the ‘red lettered day’ of my life wouldn’t coincide with my exam dates and I have an intuition inside which says…it wouldn’t!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the life ahead, a small burning sensation picks up deep down. Concerns regarding whether I would be able to handle everything, whether I would make a good wife and daughter in law often haunts me…but I am sure I’ll adjust with my responsibilities and new life soon(hopefully!;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My engagement was this Saturday(27/3/2010),but still I feel it was all a dream…the only thing which wakes me up from my dreamy land is the small cute ring with a sweet name engraved on it, shining in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would change, and so would my responsibilities…but am excited about the new roles I would get to play in my life ahead. I am happy because, now I have someone special in my life (finally!) with whom I can share all my views and I must tell you guys that though my fiancée looks a bit serious, he is completely jovial and fun to be with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the showers of blessings around, I hope we match up to each others expectations and lead a simple and happy life. I don’t know what to write more…. I am sure life would open new chapters for me to share with you all. So let’s hope for the best… I am sure your prayers and well wishes would follow me wherever I go. I am in a altogether different mood these days…and I must say I enjoy being in it…so let me continue doing so…but I promise I would be back with a bang soon …with some more crap stories and repulsive yet interesting tales…..lol….do wait for the same!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-3422649288273784663?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3422649288273784663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=3422649288273784663' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3422649288273784663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3422649288273784663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-at-its-turning-point.html' title='Life at its turning point....!!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-8830246572373749273</id><published>2009-12-22T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:01:18.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>See it ...to believe it...;)</title><content type='html'>Holidays are meant to sloth….and that’s exactly what I am doing right now. Well, not having Xmas holidays…but exam holidays…;)and both mean somewhat the same, if you are into the category who study on the eve of exams! So am enjoying the same right now…be in bed till you desire, watch all the stupid programmes on TV with your favourite nibble in hand, have a long siesta etc etc…in short do whatever your heart  craves for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being lazy is not an easy thing…It brings along with it a lot of nag from your mother like …pester for not doing things, forcefully waking you up, making you do the household chores and what not. But what tops my list is....”anu it’s almost noon, go take a shower!” and I myself don’t know why I laze off when I hear about taking a bath…especially when it’s a holiday. And on one such hot sultry day when I was glued to TV and my mother as usual was nagging and niggling showing me the way to bathroom, I  stood up and switched off the TV and dashed straight to the bathroom(contrary to all your expectations…;) lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to turn the shower, when I see a big, brown creature with woolen legs and scary eyes dart towards me…I screamed and took shelter under my towel, after 5 seconds I peeked through it…and found the spider was gone, relieved I look up and what do I find! Yes the villain again ready with his vicious plans wobbling its 8 weapons in every possible way to scare the hell out of me. This time though, I decide to me brave and venture to test if it’s poisonous, with a trick told by my grandma…years back. Grandma had once said…’try blowing air on the face of the spider, and if its poisonous it will shrink into a small ball and if not, will retain its posture’. I was all set to test this fact all by myself and did exactly the same. But neither did the spider shrink nor did it maintain its posture, instead it sprang up on me and dug its deadly teeth on the side of my neck, I screamed and yelled but on one came to my rescue. Slowly it grew it size and was blue to eyes, I tried pulling it away with my hands, but till then it was almost double my hand’s size. I was feeling dizzy, but had to get rid of the dangerous thing somehow and used all my leftover strength and caught the spider with both hands and pulled it out and smashed to the ground. Blood was oozing out and I was losing balance, I tried touching the wound and felt something sharp there…I dragged myself to the mirror, and to my horror I found two big fangs had sprouted out and were continuing to grow in size …..Slowly those fangs grew to be of some vampire’s…yes a very familiar one though….it was Edward! And no longer did I remain myself…. I was Bella!! And through the small opening in the window we flew back to our jungle...away from the crumpled city to the lush green forest which awaited us….  We talked through the simmering cold stream and…and…and... .. And you guys guessed it right it was all a dream or call it a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: later I found myself on the bed, and I realized it was all a dream…suddenly I felt something biting me on the neck…this time though it was a mere mosquito! I slapped it tight and examined to have a closer look …and I must tell you it did look a lot like Edward!!!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-8830246572373749273?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8830246572373749273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=8830246572373749273' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/8830246572373749273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/8830246572373749273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-itto-know-it.html' title='See it ...to believe it...;)'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-248076879676256621</id><published>2009-10-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:29:06.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayyoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chetan bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>THE new tattered book...!:(</title><content type='html'>Soon after Chetan Bhagat’s new book was out, the only thing we (me and my sis) wanted was a copy of his new and much awaited (we did await, even if you didn’t ;)) novel ‘Two States’. A visit to oberon mall (the hip shopping mall in kochi!) was a perfect idea to grab a copy. And that’s exactly what my sis did, and once she was home I could sense excitement all over her. With her usual dhaan te taan style she picks up the book from her bag. With extra animated gestures we rush to our room to have a team analysis of the book (meanwhile in the background I could hear my amma say, “What’s wrong with these girls?”) Ignoring all that, we got on with our business. The next important question was who will read it first! I knew very well I didn’t have any chance of winning it over, coz it was she who had bought it. So obviously she had the first hand on it. But it’s not fun when you give up that easily, so for no reasonable reason I went on arguing. And as expected amma came into picture, “what’s going on here? Started off again?”(With a handful of scolding she leaves the room) We looked at each other for a few seconds and burst out laughing for no reason at all (this is how we are, you can call us mad ;)) so it was decided, its she who will read it first and I agreed (puppy eyes).But I guess my sis knows my evil ways so she hid the book in her so called secret locker! Whose keys are open property (evil laugh). Soon my sis was off for a shower, and I couldn’t resist the devil in me…lol.&lt;br /&gt;The summary looked interesting, and I couldn’t resist reading. A few pages were read and I knew I had the time to finish off two chapters (thanks to sis’s endless shower)&lt;br /&gt;As expected it was full of drama and masala as in chetan’s other books. I was completely engrossed in it, when suddenly the landline rings up and my amma calls up,”anuuuuuu!”  &lt;br /&gt;Grrr …who is it to disturb me now? I walk up irritated to pick up the phone. ‘Hello’ (a bit dismayed) the person at the other end responds ‘hey it’s me minu!’ For a second I thought it was my sis calling from the bathroom, but thank god I came back to senses at the right time. ‘oh…minu para…whats it yaar?’ And a few minutes of chit chat and I was back. &lt;br /&gt;But what do I find …..’poppy’ lying on the bed and nibbling at the pages of the book. A few tit bits of paper strewn on the bed and a big fresh piece hanging out of ‘poppy’s ’ drooling mouth! I was shocked, didn’t know what to do and screamed ‘ayoooooooo!’ at this amma rushes in, she sees all this and exclaims ‘daivame…am fed up of this dog!’ I felt like bashing ‘poppy’, but her puppy cute eyes and naughty ‘hi - fi’ like gestures made my heart melt and all I could do was shout at her. She was scared and left the room without a complaint. (Poppy knew a she had done a mistake, and it was better for her to leave!)&lt;br /&gt;All this drama was audible to my sis and she screeches at the top of her voice from the wash room, “what the hell annuuuu…I had told you not to take the book ….who told you to leave it hear…I want my new book back…bla …bla...bla…” I very well knew it was my end! I somehow gathered the bits and started mending it with my cello type. It was more of a game of scrabble now. Thank god, I was back after a few minutes and ‘poppy’ could chew only a couple of the last pages! Imagine if I was late, I am damn sure ‘poppy’ would have eaten up the whole book then…uff…!&lt;br /&gt;Mending a tattered book is not an easy job, but somehow managed to stick up the pieces. Soon my sis comes into picture, a dirty scowl adorned her face and she looked scary! She snatches the book from me…and yells “wow…super…I can read everything ….great…thanks anu!”(Taunt and anger, spilling at every word). I made up a puppy face, but it didn’t work! The pages were almost done …only a few holes here and there and I am sure we are clever enough to fill them up! Chetan’s last few pages are meant for ‘happy endings’ but I don’t think reading this one would be so!:((you know why..rite?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-248076879676256621?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/248076879676256621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=248076879676256621' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/248076879676256621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/248076879676256621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-tattered-book.html' title='THE new tattered book...!:('/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-7232428590194667780</id><published>2009-10-07T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:34:55.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortkochi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickenrolls'/><title type='text'>A journey enjoyed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Ss34fmozT8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MVyk3uZPxUY/s1600-h/onam+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Ss34fmozT8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MVyk3uZPxUY/s320/onam+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390237550863667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often felt that I have wandered far off places, and my surroundings are yet to be explored. And so I along with my friends decided to discover the true colours of Kochi.&lt;br /&gt;It was election in our college so soon after casting our valuable votes; we set off to our destination …FORT KOCHI! I have been there many times, but when it comes to traveling with your classmates its real fun! And the trip surely was one of the best I ever had in my life. After a lot of discussion and arguments we (8) came to a conclusion, that boat ride would make it all the more fun…moreover it was cheap and speedy. The thought of a boat ride for jus Rs.2/- was more than enough for us to say ‘WOW’. And as expected with happy and cheerful faces we boarded our small yet comfortable boat with a around another 50 – 60 passengers. We were the only students on the boat, and I must say we were a noisy lot…and so we got all the necessary and unnecessary attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes of ride, and we were done. But our actual destination was another 20 minutes walk away, but when you are with friends ‘no road is too long!’ Fort kochi is a hub for big hotels and restaurants, though our pockets didn’t allow us to have a sneak peek at the same…we managed to click a few pictures outside the royal hotels ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we neared the beach, we could feel the cool breeze from the sea. A bunch of hawkers were ready to lure us with colorful pearls and sea shells. But we were more interested to see the Chinese nets catch fresh pray. Huge, ancient nets are still a part of fort Kochi, reminding us the past engineering marvel. Vivid varieties of fish were caught and sold afresh; gelly fish was a star among us and our cameras couldn’t stop blinking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes were pretty, but something prettier roared at us, with its enormous volume yet spectacularly beautiful profile …the Arabian Sea! I must tell you the view was spellbinding. Though the sun was at its peak, the sea pecked our cheeks with cool and refreshing breeze. We walked along the new concrete pavement, enjoying the blue ocean on our right and lush green trees on the left. Renovations have made our sea look even better; a few rest places have been constructed along the walkway…so that you can sit back and enjoy the lovely sea allowing all your senses to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how lovely the sea was, we couldn’t stop our snarling stomachs to grumble for food!&lt;br /&gt;And so our next mission was to find a neat hotel which could fit in our budget, and after a lots of roaming we managed to get in a reasonable looking restaurant …the place was homely, yet we were not prepared our homely meals …so decided to keep it light and ordered for some chicken rolls, puffs, cutlets and cool drinks. Our ‘halky pet pooja’was quite delicious and we were charged again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort kochi is adorned with antique and handicrafts shops…yet you’ll find a dwindling customer population for the same…the sole buyers being, foreigners. We were happy window shopping and clicking the antiques at our reach! A lovely cute little park awaited us with numerous kids playing happily along the see-saw and the swing. We helped ourselves with a scoop of ice cream each and enjoyed being kids riding the rides with our little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all the fun and frolic, it was time to bid our dear fort kochi goodbye , we didn’t have heavy hearts though …because we knew we would meet her soon !:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-7232428590194667780?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7232428590194667780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=7232428590194667780' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7232428590194667780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7232428590194667780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-enjoyed.html' title='A journey enjoyed...'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Ss34fmozT8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MVyk3uZPxUY/s72-c/onam+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-3906065901801479836</id><published>2009-09-20T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:26:30.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to hurt just a little bit....</title><content type='html'>Sitting at a dentist, with your mouth wide open is one of the most awkward and undignified state one can be in. And last week I had to go through the same. Going to a dentist is the last thing I would like to do on any day ….I simply dread meeting him. And because of this I  have to the bear the brunt of consequences….a cavity which could have been finished with a mere filling, was given the chance to grow and expand ,so much to the extend that it ate up the roots of the tooth…and the only rescue was RCT (Root Canal Treatment). Mummy…a RCT again, noooooo! Yes, I have gone through this before and I know how painful it can be. But then my dentist makes sure that he makes me feel at ease…and says,” this is going to hurt , just a little bit!”. Even though he smiled, I felt he was happy coz he got another victim where he could try and experiment his new tools and thus sharpen his own skills. First session began, he made me lie down on something which resembled a space ship, and with a big disco light hanging from above (well...it wasn’t a disco light but looked the same). Then the dentist commands,”ok now open your mouth” I lie down like a frightened chicken, ready to be slaughtered. And then a series of drillers and screwdrivers follow…which pay no heed to your cries…very mechanical tools I must say! And at times the dentist fills up the infected tooth with something which smells like the clove , I wonder why he does that…to strengthen the tooth or just to keep his “smell” organ intact!;).&lt;br /&gt; Then comes a set of road rollers, which run all over mouth. Followed by some tar like substances which are used to fill up the ‘pits’ sorry cavities! All this long, one thing which kept giving me burns inside my stomach was…”what if, he makes a slight mistake and give a big cut…oh…scary!” But as soon as he realizes that I am scared he say”oh…it’s all over…it’s gonna hurt just a little bit” Though the words don’t work much, they help you change your attention. &lt;br /&gt;Next he brings in something like a UFO, with a peculiar round cum long cum oval shape! As soon as it enters your mouth it makes a “beep beep” sound with a blue light flashing all inside…and this was enough to make me go…ayyo…amma…!  My dentist laughs and says,”hey now don’t sound like a silly child”&lt;br /&gt;And I could see the nurse, giggling at this from the corner of my eyes….what more do u need to add ‘insult to injury’! I simply wanted to get up and run, and my jaw too was aching and when I was about to say ‘doctor enough for today’ he say that himself ‘so we are done ,will continue the rest the next week’ I get up with mixed reactions…was happy coz it was finally over…and was tensed and sad coz it wasn’t finally over! Would have to meet him the next week and will have to go through the vicious process all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end all I can conclude is…it’s vital vicious cycle, which needs to be repeated to keep your teeth in good health! So happy brushing ….keep smiling ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-3906065901801479836?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3906065901801479836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=3906065901801479836' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3906065901801479836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/3906065901801479836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-going-to-hurt-just-little-bit.html' title='This is going to hurt just a little bit....'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-2509811047599100448</id><published>2009-08-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:17:15.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='payasam'/><title type='text'>onam, sadya and bus strike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Spi5cL1163I/AAAAAAAAAQY/fSOioYrquHs/s1600-h/roopa%27s+engagement+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Spi5cL1163I/AAAAAAAAAQY/fSOioYrquHs/s320/roopa%27s+engagement+373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375250049132784498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… I guess that sums it all. This was how we celebrated onam in our college, with all sorts of uncertainties and troubles. A working day with no private buses on road is a tough one. Here in kerala, it’s a common thing…every now and then you could see buses on strike, may be for a salary hike or bonus or may be for no reason at all… yaha sab chalta hai…! Usually, when we hear about bus strikes…Its something to be happy, (I admit it shamelessly) because you don’t have to go to college or office…one full day at home …which means sheer enjoyment! But this time round, it was something different. It was something different; our cclass onam celebration was scheduled on the same day ie on the strike day! Now what to do? How will we reach college on time? How will we go back home? This was what everyone was discussing about. Being our last year at college , we all wanted our onam to be a memorable one , but with the bus strike thing creeping in … all the fun was almost lost, everyone was down , not knowing what to do and what not to…we had given order for the onasadya(the main part of celebration …food ,in complete tradition style) so if we weren’t able to come , then it will mean a complete waste of money and efforts. Finally after lot of discussions we decided that ...lets cancel the programme ! Mainly because it was impossible for some of us to reach college, this was decided around 12:30 the day before the celebration. We, with our heavy hearts dispersed for lunch. Lunch hour is meant for gossip and chitchat , this time though everyone was silent ! Suddenly one of my friends comes up with an idea; “hey transport bus (govt buses) is available naa…and there are other means of transport too , auto or our own vehicles …we can take them out for one day….we have to celebrate our onam , its our last year… we have to make it great!” everything was far fetched in the whole concept , yet it brought in a ray of hope and all of us started thinking positively. And soon, we decided our celebration is gonna happen and we have to reach college at any cost. Though I was apprehensive about the whole thing, and about my means of travel …I too agreed. Next thing on the list was whether to wear the kerala traditional attire (setmundu or set saree) I personally find saris a bit disgusting, all difficult to manage and wear! And on a strike day...oh no I couldn’t imagine myself clinging on to a over crowded transport bus wearing a sari…no no…i had made up my mind , if it was going to be a strike, then no sari! Rest of the girls were all set for a fashion show…and at times I found my mind swaying in the wind, cajoling me to wear the sari…hmmm…with all the confusion , we all bid byes to meet again tomorrow for the grand day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached home…switched on the tv , just to check if the strike was cancelled , but alas it wasn’t.( it was the first time in my life that I didn’t wanted a strike..lol). so the sari plan was cancelled. Next day woke up early jus to call up my friends and know how they were coming…in the mean while one of my friends calls me up. ...Jus to say that she has an aunty going our route and she has agreed to drop us on the way! Wow! My sari plans again get a new life , so decide to wear a sari …start the ironing and what not!&lt;br /&gt;But sari as usual are so disobliging, you pull them here and they go hay where. After a lot of pushing and pulling decided not to wear it at all…pulled up a pair of salwar and was all set to go…hmmm!. My friend and I were the first ones to be in college …college was absolutely vacant, just a few staff here and there. I consoled myself thinking that even if I wore a sari no one would be there to appreciate my looks…and I felt happy!;). We opened our class room and had some discussions with our teachers who were already present. After about half an hour everyone was present, and each one was busy with their respective work…floral carpet topping the list…and I must tell you it looked quite pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Next was the onasadya , it was a sumptuous feast I swear …loved the payasam…yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Everything was well organized , thanks to the boys of our class who took the initiative for the sadya and  for arranging each and everything so perfectly …Thank you guys!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was fun to be in college on a strike day, though it was empty …it felt as if it was all ours …happy to be with us, celebrating our little joy!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/6694356268798664184-2509811047599100448?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2509811047599100448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=2509811047599100448' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/2509811047599100448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/2509811047599100448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/onam-sadya-and-bus-strike.html' title='onam, sadya and bus strike!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Spi5cL1163I/AAAAAAAAAQY/fSOioYrquHs/s72-c/roopa%27s+engagement+373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-570885004929167670</id><published>2009-08-20T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:20:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'hanky' and me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBALAKR%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boarding a bus after college is a tedious task. As soon as the last bell rings, everyone rushes to the bus stop …and it resembles a group of bees clustered around a beehive. If you could get into the first bus, then my god…You are an expert in it! I seldom get the chance for the same…but today made it somehow! Uff…the pushing, pulling …and what not…but finally found a place to stand by. My friend who is always in search of a seat, beside the driver was not successful today to fish one…and so was sulking about the same. I in the meanwhile was happy that I could stand near the window, and could enjoy the fresh air! After two or three stops the rush was a lot better and we could actually see the people standing along with us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly an aunty who was standing next to me, turn around us and says “can you please lend me your handkerchief&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;, my hand is hurt and its bleeding.” We simultaneously inquire “how?”. She then tells us that, there was something protruding near by the window, where she accidentally got her hand and it was cut, near the elbow. It wasn’t a major injury just a small wound, but then a little bit of blood was oozing out …and being ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;chingam 1’(&lt;/i&gt;new year day of keralites&lt;i style=""&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; she was dressed in the traditional kerala attire , like many other aunties! And so was very cautious, as she didn’t want her white sari to turn crimson! And this was the reason why she needed a hanky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then hankies are quite personal, they travel all along with you…and it’s a emotional moment if you have to part with it…especially when you are quite attached to it…lol…as I am . But then, somehow I persuaded my mind and decided to give away my hanky …after all it was for a noble cause and I was helping out a poor lady.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though I was a bit sad to part with my hanky …I knew after receiving the same the aunty would thank me with a genuine smile and in return I would feel happy and content for helping some one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this thought in mind I offered my hanky with a sweet and generous smile. But as soon as the hanky was offered it was snatched from my hand…as a cat does with a mouse!. No word of ‘thank you’ or authentic smile, not even a look of gratitude. Everything was so fast, that even I didn’t know what actually happened! My ‘hanky’ was sincere with her duties and covered the wound well…but her present mistress was least bothered from where she came or the help she offered.She was bothered only about her sari and as long as her sari remained white she was satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before getting down at my stop , I gave a last look at the aunty to see if she would want to thank me…but as thought I was disappointed ,not because she didn’t thank me… but simply because I could see my dear ‘hanky ’crying aloud wanting to get back to me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-570885004929167670?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/570885004929167670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=570885004929167670' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/570885004929167670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/570885004929167670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hanky-and-me.html' title='My &apos;hanky&apos; and me!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-8318650838185942254</id><published>2009-08-16T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:30:48.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be an indian!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofXtsP1mII/AAAAAAAAAPg/-ciQ5YB0hDw/s1600-h/398571030_f42f00616b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 194px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370498260634278018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofXtsP1mII/AAAAAAAAAPg/-ciQ5YB0hDw/s320/398571030_f42f00616b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another year of independence has passed by,its time to remember our leaders who made this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofYMvc_gHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/88ehIYGQ9LQ/s1600-h/ist2_3953171-unity-and-strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 248px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370498794070704242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofYMvc_gHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/88ehIYGQ9LQ/s320/ist2_3953171-unity-and-strength.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who taught us that UNITY IS STRENGTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our vivid &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Sofc1ZthUeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9mpnAhfG-pM/s1600-h/culture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370503890655597026" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Sofc1ZthUeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9mpnAhfG-pM/s320/culture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cultures , beliefs and traditions ,we still are ONE! and will ALWAYS be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofZLcvOkdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6VJgJRAhCfg/s1600-h/Love45454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370499871378674130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofZLcvOkdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6VJgJRAhCfg/s320/Love45454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in "united we stand and divided we fall"Its LOVE which binds us together!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofaOMdWETI/AAAAAAAAAQA/d0p-UObjQ_s/s1600-h/ist2_4606227_flag_of_india1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 256px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370501018059936050" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofaOMdWETI/AAAAAAAAAQA/d0p-UObjQ_s/s320/ist2_4606227_flag_of_india1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these specialties in hand , its impossible for any force to dismantle us .With this vigor and passion at hearts ,our flag can only fly high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-8318650838185942254?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8318650838185942254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=8318650838185942254' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/8318650838185942254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/8318650838185942254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-year-of-independence-has-passed.html' title='proud to be an indian!:)'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SofXtsP1mII/AAAAAAAAAPg/-ciQ5YB0hDw/s72-c/398571030_f42f00616b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-7956449553207253448</id><published>2009-08-08T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:40:13.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palmistry'/><title type='text'>A day with palmistry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Palmistory, a topic which excites most of us! And so was I when my sis brought along a book on the same. She got the same, from her colleague, who is a “somewhat” expert in it. My sis as usual in her over excited tone…took the book from her bag…with a ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;dhaan te dhaan&lt;/i&gt;’(in Kaminey style). Even I was too elated and came up with the ‘show me show me’ (Jab we met, kareena style)[you’ll remain confused if u haven’t seen any of the said scenes!;) ] Hmm…now begins the drama….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My sis flips open the first page and starts off as a ravenous reader…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;:(after a few pages of reading)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;….oh so if your index finger is longer than the ring finger…oh…acha….k. Hey anu, show me …nokkatte…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: (I was staring her in the meanwhile…like a dumb head! I stretch my hand out for her to examine ) &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;if its longer…what? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;it means you are a creative person….! Now see anu our fingers are similar ,wow great naa!(&lt;/i&gt;too excited and blushing&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;now since the first thing itself was quite interesting…I was keen to know more&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;then what else …(&lt;/i&gt;I ask, thrilled to know more&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;arre wait…nokkatte&lt;/i&gt;(let me read…a bit irritated now!)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; hmmm…if the first two visible lines in your palms intersect …(&lt;/i&gt;examining her own&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ayyo…mine is not intersecting yaar…show me yours anu…! Oh god, yours too..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; entha whats the prob …(&lt;/i&gt;all perplexed and worried&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; it means we would me independent, so much to the extend that our compatibility with our partners may suffer!&lt;/i&gt;(with a somber expression )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; (with an unbelievable expression filled with some sort of concern)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;oh..do u believe all this ..Crap …I don’t …(&lt;/i&gt;I try to sound confident&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;k…whatever…now see this, its about how many kids we’ll have…I have two, let me check yours…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;before that lets call amma and see her’s…if its right then we can confirm on everything….(&lt;/i&gt;I say this pleased with myself for the intelligence I just exhibited!&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ya right anu…lets call her…(&lt;/i&gt;and we screech at the top our voices &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;) Ammaaaaaaaaaa………&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;amma who was busy with her chores , runs out panicked towards us &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Amma&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;entha…what happened…(&lt;/i&gt;with alarm all over her face&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;show me your hand …(&lt;/i&gt;ignoring amma’s alarmed look!&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;) hmmm….hey as per your lines it says …that amma you’ll have 3 kids!!!(shocked expression with eyes split open!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Amma: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;what...3 kids!entha...what are you both doing here…its already &lt;/i&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="30"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;8:30&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; and both of you didn’t take your bath yet…and what is this silly book…palmistory!!...enough stop all this nonsense and go and wash yourself ! And anu…screaming at the top of your voice ..do u know how old are you…?...when are you going to grow&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up…daivame…oh..god…what will I do with these girls… (she marches off the room with disgust and a declaration …that if we are not ready by half an hour then we’ll have to help ourselves with the dinner!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;I had heard enough, and the palm history was proved wrong too..so without wasting any more time I left to the bathroom…mean while I could see my sis still clinging on to the book in her hand!&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At around &lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="45"&gt;8:45&lt;/st1:time&gt; I come back to the room , to see my sis still immersed in the book… and posing strange angles with her hands …sometimes talking to herself …and again confirming with the book…&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ok..so these are the lines…I have them…(&lt;/i&gt;satisfied with herself&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;).&lt;/i&gt;Now she folds her hand to a fist ..and starts counting some new lines ,with eyes split apart in concentration and mouth a bit &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;open and tilted (almost the look of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;darsheel safary &lt;/i&gt;in ‘taare zameen par’)…and the drama continues….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watch all this with a bit of amazement , wondering how could she fall for this…then I call out…&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;minu enough…its already 8:50….go otherwise amma will kill u…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Sis:&lt;/b&gt; (trying to gather her senses back&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)...ayyo…I have to rush…(&lt;/i&gt;runs out of the room&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I look along with mixed reactions …not knowing whether to laugh or not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-7956449553207253448?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7956449553207253448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=7956449553207253448' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7956449553207253448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7956449553207253448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-with-palm-history.html' title='A day with palmistry!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-6385325021865959083</id><published>2009-07-25T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:05:45.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all in the name of GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On &lt;st1:date year="2009" day="22" month="7"&gt;22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;  july,2009&lt;/st1:date&gt; the world saw the longest&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;eclipse of the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century . And people round the world gathered in large numbers to experience and see the celestial play of the moon and the sun .But I wonder if this was mere an eclipse of two celestial bodies, where the sun overwhelm the moon, and the moon is left with no option but to cast its shadow across the earth …leaving it dark and murky. This time though, the shadow was engulfed with superstitions and fallacies which refused to spare the new borns’ too!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the day long the TV channels were busy telecasting the eclipse and when they were done with it, they came up with something really shocking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the name of superstition 2 – 5 years kids were buried up to their heads in the soil just to be victims of the eclipse and get rid of their weaknesses….be it a limped leg, poor eye sight or a spastic brain! The kids were obscured in the soil for more than 5 hours with no food or water! They cried, pleaded and begged for a pinch of mercy, for a morsel of &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bread ,for &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;few drops of water ……but no one was ready to hear their plea ,even if they fainted crying aloud just to be out ! All this was done in the presence of their so called ‘parents’ who were mere spectators. It may all be a scrupulously stupid age-old belief, but let me ask you in which century are we living?? A century which claims itself to the most advanced, most developed ….Is this the way we have advanced, where we view our future generation as a mere piece of experimentation, to be tested and judged in the light of meager faith? It’s shameful that we Indians still cling on to our absurd ancestral beliefs, even when we know that they are JUST beliefs! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The plight of the children half buried was hard to forget, and I &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was wondering where this world is leading to…when I saw something more feral ….devastating!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A year old baby was dropped from a second storey building, to be grabbed in a sheet of cloth! Now what would u call this? And it was the dilemma of not a single soul, but a few thousands who were held up in the mid of nothing to be dropped mercilessly on to a cloth of sheet…..all this just for the sake to make them healthy all their life! I was thinking of the pain the new arrived experiences in this act of bizarre faith. Its argued that it’s a 500 years old tradition ,and that no accident has been reported so far ….Does that mean they’ll go on with this insane gesture ,until &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they are witness to a innocent’s death? Or will they name it then the act of satan or a vampire kid who deserved this ruthless end!Watch it youself ...to get the clear picture of this sick tradition ....follow this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkWNMdq756Q"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have been doing all this in the name of god, but I wonder when he taught us to be so brutal in our behavior. If it was brutality which counted, then why is it that wars and fights end only in agony and pain!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When …when are we going to break ourselves free from these vicious shackles? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The fetters which claim us good, but never do. The manacles we have worn around ourselves knowingly or unknowingly…..the beliefs we know are not worth following, yet we follow suit ….when are we going we stop such child abuses? And when will we stop uttering that its all in the name of GOD!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-6385325021865959083?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6385325021865959083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=6385325021865959083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6385325021865959083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6385325021865959083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-in-name-of-god.html' title='all in the name of GOD!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-4421237114456690377</id><published>2009-05-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:40:48.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bath tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Smxq5GpGiOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P4i-WB3cXi0/s1600-h/poppy+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Smxq5GpGiOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P4i-WB3cXi0/s320/poppy+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362778785559513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With beady black eyes, so wide&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And small little snout, so white&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are my cute devil, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And ill love you till my life’s peril!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of you play all day long,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be in mud, sand or pond,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With your dusty paws and grimy face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I swear, I adore you more!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its time for a good wash up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For you to get freshen up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here, I take my shampoo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To cleanse down all your slush!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intrigued and troubled you come along,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But with no pity I wash all along&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your supple fur, clips together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you my dear, look so much like a mushy pussy altogether! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With few shivers and quivers,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our first bath was all so fun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And my ‘poppy’ soon after the showers &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shone like sun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s so cool washing you babe,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How I wish my work was everyday the same!!:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-4421237114456690377?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4421237114456690377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=4421237114456690377' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4421237114456690377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4421237114456690377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/05/bath-tale.html' title='A bath tale...'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Smxq5GpGiOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P4i-WB3cXi0/s72-c/poppy+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-2581392857172246851</id><published>2009-05-18T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:01:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPEEEE.....ITS MINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/ShE8zG2xV-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/KZGqDdEpxBQ/s1600-h/honest-scrap-award+(1).png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/ShE8zG2xV-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/KZGqDdEpxBQ/s320/honest-scrap-award+(1).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337113882122082274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I know...I should have claimed this award long back…but what to do &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;tab mood nahi tha&lt;/i&gt;….lol…And actually its no harm claiming it now or later…coz it simply awaits you…just as it did for me..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);   line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;In order to 'receive' this award, I must satisfy the following conditions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;LIST 10 HONEST TRUTHS ABOUT MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So to claim it, I too will have to do the ritual…hmmm…10 truths about me(don’t know if u guys r interested in reading it…But ill do it coz I want my passed on award!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;DUS SACHH…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I love ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;achaar’&lt;/i&gt;…mango, lemon or garlic …all are welcome! I can finish a bottle in one sitting(never tried ,but I am damn sure I can)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I hate lizards …I guess that’s the reason why I always find those creepy creatures following me where ever I go…(and guess what, one of them has bitten me…surprised? Well, now you know why I hate them so much ;))&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I am god fearing and trust him blindly…but most of the time I go to temple ,just coz my amma insists me to…(bad girl naa…yeah I know)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;‘Chikku’&amp;amp; ‘Poppy’&lt;/i&gt; are my sweethearts I cant imagine to begin my day with out their licks…(My prized possessions…my cute dogs…love u&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;My best confidant…my &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;sis&lt;/i&gt; , All day long you may see us fight ,quarrel and beat each other…but at the end of the day, we are one! There’s nothing I hide from her (and I know she does the same…&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;MTV is my favourite channel and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Rannvijay &lt;/i&gt;my vj…(From the day I saw him I loved him… ‘I have a huge crush on you dear’…lol…)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I hate going to weddings ,cause I get to answer the silly query ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;tumhara chance kab ayega?’ &lt;/i&gt;errrr…plz…(ATTENTION :don’t make me ask you the same at funerals…!;))&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I love traveling…and the one thing which would make me feel at heaven is, a “World tour”(a bit too much…I know…but you never know!(fingers crossed))&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I believed in the age old tradition of keeping a peacock feather in a fat book …to let it multiply and reproduce!(foolish naa…but I love doing nutty things ) &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am a bit superstitious …and I have my lucky dress, lucky chain, and lucky chapple…lol…(well…I know everyone has these…rite..?)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;This award could be your's too...(deserving bloggers according to me!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://destinyschildsspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Destinyschild:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://destinyschildsspace.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though u claimed your award ,this one is just to tell you ...'you deserve more' keep up the good work gal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reflectionsofpassions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akshay:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I find ur blogs quite informative ,i should apologise i visit rarely,but whenever i do i simply love them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mahaaboran.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mahaaboran&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; know you just started off with this blog business...but i still feel you are worthy of claiming it...(now dont dissapoint me..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wavestakeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiran&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verytime i read ur post ,it makes me feel...aww...so cute,this one is for you n ur cute posts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//blackbloodspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blackblood&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Though i get to read those silly love stories from ur blog...i love reading them..keep them coming...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindful-spirit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindfulspirit&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Hey,i know you can do it...a regular blogger, with some really cool posts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://remslyf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remu&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;w ill get to see a real big post on your blog..lol...if u wanna a good combo of simplicity n fun...read her posts..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Sfb7kpnA9II/AAAAAAAAANg/Ux9oQu122hM/s320/andaman+trip+143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329723816102917250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone enjoys holidays….no matter long or short!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holidays are always welcome, u never say no to them…just as in the case of money…lol..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last month’s holiday was special , one because I had finished with my exams and was ready to rock. Second, this time I was not gonna spend it sitting idle at home…YES, we had planned a trip to ANDAMAN….yo ho! Sounds exciting rite..? And so was I and everyone else…Had heard a lot about that place from my friends who had been there. And I guess that was the reason why I was so eager to reach there. When I told my classmates about the same..they too were equally excited..(Actually a bit more than me!lol). I guess it was simply coz, they thought Andaman was a foreign country…somewhere out of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;..(I know I am being mean here, exposing my friends GK…but then I cant help it..!).But I cleared all their doubts, just like a geography teacher does…and they were convinced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So soon after my exams ended, we packed our bags and were ready to hit Andaman’s!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had done a lot of research about the place, the weather, travel conditions, hotels etc etc and this helped us to make just the right preparations. First on the list was a good pack of sunscreen lotion (as the temperature out there was really hot!).Second was a bit of extra clothing?(coz being an island , you’ll have to spend most of your time on the beach)and apart from these a few more tit bits!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only two modes of transportation are available to reach there…either through Air or water! The second one may sound exciting, but eventually there is every chance that it would get boring coz it takes almost 4 days via ship! So as rational and prudent travelers we chose the 3 hr ride over the 3 days one…lol…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was an early flight, and almost all the people on  board were tourists, ready to explore Andaman. I can say this so confidently coz, everyone out there was overwhelmingly excited and were keenly peeking out of the&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;small window so as not to miss a single bit of the place!(as if everything was visible. .humph!) .But once the flight was ready to land , almost everything was visible…and the sight was AWESOME! . There was water every where, and about hundred islands scattered all over…Everyone was delighted to see god’s yet another marvel …Andaman!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The flight was on time, and since we were on a package tour..Our driver was waiting for us all ready and smart!. The weather was quite hot, and all of us exchanged smiles for being clever and bringing the sunscreen lotion..haha…!(not funny?...aah..leave it;))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our hotel was too close to the airport, hardly 1.5 km…which means it was in the midst of the city. But I doubt if u can even call it a town.. hmm..! Everything about Andaman’s was so raw, afresh, be the city or the roads …they were so unpopulated and clean.. You could hardly see any traffic there….My first impression about the place was “oh, so serene”(I had always felt kerala was the only ,green colored state of our country. But I was mistaken.. Andaman’s was also green, but yes it’s a union territory…lol!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As per our package programme ,after lunch ,we were first going to visit “coastal beach”. The lunch was homely and we were ready to get baked…in between we halted to visit a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;science museum (which was a bit boring I cant deny that….though I found my sister quite excited playing around with the strange gadgets…;) ) hmm…finally we again boarded our ‘omni’ and we set to reach the beach…Oh the journey was simply splendid , with all the panoramic sights .The sea was visible from all the angles and the water ..my god it was simply Blue! As blue as the one u see when "  MSwindows" starts up..lol…no a much much better “BLUE”!. The beach was simply amazing , unlike our beaches it was vacant and clean and yes the waves too..were not that strong. In every aspect it was a very friendly beach…loved the time I spend there! Our next stop spot was the much talked of cellular jail…Its designed in the shape of a spider with 8 legs ..each leg had about 100 cells which means almost&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;800 convicts! The English men chose this land only to build this jail…coz it was a perfect place as the convicts could never escape from this place… as it was in the midst of the sea...any attempt to run away would only end up being in sea…which ultimately be DEATH….and this was the sole reason why Andaman was also known as “KALA PANI”(which may look beautiful ,but can gift u only darkness!) We roamed around the jail free, not realizing what it would have about a 60 years back… And I guess the light and sound show arranged was for people like us…to know the real plight of our freedom strugglers!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The show was superbly done, with every emotion touched …so strong that even the stone hearted would melt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day was scheduled for a 3 islands’ visit ( ross island + viper island + northbay island). A fairly large boat was waiting for the tourists to get in…and we were one among them, I could see many familiar faces there.. ..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ones I met on the airplane..hmm. Our first destination was “&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Ross&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”. A beautiful island, which was once a recreational center for the Britishers&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;, but now its full of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;old and demolished buildings and churches. The place was a bit eerie , but is a perfect place for fashion photographers …tattered yet stylish!(‘uyrrin uyree’ song is shot here!..hope you pictured it )Our camera too had a great time there!. Next was the “viper island” it was an island for capital punishment! YES as the name suggests it was venomous and vicious. Even death was not easy there, 3 ways were used to kill a living being…first was to leave the convict on the island to be bitten by viper snakes ,next was to hang them and third was to leave them in a closed room with red light which would rupture their nerves and they would eventually die!..uff…so scary rite?And to add more horror our guide commented…”After 4’oclock no one comes here!”(Undoubtedly because of the haunted souls who died there)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Northbay island was a relief from all this horror and darkness, also known as coral island is a small island best know for “snorkeling” or coral viewing .YES! The ones you get to see on discovery channel, the colorful world beneath the sea…for the first time in my life I too was equipped with the same devices a sea diver has….cool naa…! The big specs like thing with a long tube to breath underneath….and anyone can do it coz u have ur &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;help ready and u wont drown…coz the water is only neck deep…hmm…And once I did it …it was great...i saw all the colorful world of fishes moving around in groups…with vivid shades of aqua scenery!(this is something which ill never ever forget in my life!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day was meant for the “havlock island”(the names are pretty interesting rite?;))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The journey was dreadful, 4 hours on the ship…I was completely sea sick…though I didn’t puke , my head was giddy like hell..and I just wanted to get out of it somehow..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But once I reached the shore….and saw the ‘radhanager beach’ all my giddyness vanished and I was in love with that place…it was love at first sight..lol.. Enjoyed there to the fullest, had a lot of masti, making sand homes and let the sea take them away..(oh! How&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the sea there). After radhanagar, “govindnagar beach ”awaited us …and my god..this beach…was the best I have ever seen …with all shades of aqua colours all in one sea…green,blue,purple,violet..my god..the sight was simply gr8!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With these two beaches havlock island was done... once again we had to go through the dreaded journey…finally we were back at our hotel….the last day was meant for local sight seeing n shopping… so we could rest to our hearts content!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our last day at Andaman was fun…no long drives or beaches…just a few hours of sight seeing and shopping. Though the shops are very less here…I managed to collect some key chains for my friends… the typical Andaman style with rare shells at reasonable prices…;)!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Four days at Andaman flew very fast…didn’t even realize that our holiday was at its finishing line…may be it’s because good things wont last forever! But good memories will and andaman trip is gonna be one among them!:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it’s a pretty long post and most of you out there are dropping down with heavy eyes ,but even this is not enough to describe that spendidly beautiful place…where u can forget about your office ,study or work and just relax amidst nature …all u have to do is get into the mood of “lazy lamhein” …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sure after hearing all this ‘ga ga’ about andaman&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;at least few of you will make it your next holiday destination ..Wont you?;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-4177260731225930071?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4177260731225930071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=4177260731225930071' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4177260731225930071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4177260731225930071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/04/travelogue-to-andamans.html' title='A travelogue to andamans!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/Sfb7kpnA9II/AAAAAAAAANg/Ux9oQu122hM/s72-c/andaman+trip+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-5982445245961791214</id><published>2009-02-07T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:55:08.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Weekends often mean a trip to my native place, and so was the last one. Though this time such a trip was after many weekends…and the cause simply was the hectic college schedules or acha’s overtime. But finally after a month or so we were again visiting our dear ones. Weekends had always helped us to boost our morale and spirits coz being with people whom you know always makes you feel happy and at ease….but this time though I didn’t feel the same refresh ness. Somewhere down there I felt lonely, out of place ….I guess the reason was simply that I missed my ammayi….I am so used to her chirpy laugh and cheery talks that when I found her presence engulfed within a framed photo I couldn’t resist the rising tears in my eyes and left me with a heavy heart .A house which steamed with noises and laughs, after ammayi’s death &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, resembles a haunted house where you could even listen to the small pin forgotten in some corner make its presence felt by its fall .All this was disturbing ….but when u have a couple of small cousins in and around you ,you cant afford to remain sober all the time and soon enough I was playing along with them and smiling at their silly fights and cute faces .But ammayi’s place will remain vacant for the years to come…and ill miss you ammayi …always……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a sneak peak in and around all the houses and making our car’s dickey heavy with coconuts and chakka[jackfruit] ,we turned our wheels back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kochi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; . Reached here at around 8, amma was not in a good mood …don’t know why and so I was entrusted the duty to make kanji[rice gruel] . I placed the cooker with its contents on the stove and accompanied the rest watching “welcome to sajjanpur”. After some time I heard amma complaining from the kitchen that the water in the cooker was not sufficient and grumbling that I don’t know anything and stuff…lol…Soon enough she too was engrossed in the movie. At around 8:45 she asked me to check if the cooker was making whistles ,I popped up from my seat and went into the kitchen…..I heard the cooker making soft whistles ,but then I saw that the lid was not properly closed ….I just tried to tighten it by adjusting&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;its position ….and then all what I remember is a “thud” noise and the steamy hot substances all over me…..I couldn’t&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;guess what was happening as I had almost lost senses …. I screamed achaa….and I saw all three of them rush towards me … I was rushed to the shower ….I couldn’t breath &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not coz of the water pouring over me…but just the sheer thought of what had happened just now kept me gasping for breath as if a nightmare had haunted my sleep. Amma was beside me consoling and praying ….I constantly checked my face with my palms to ensure that the skin was intact …. the cool water from the shower kept falling on my face….all this was not enough when…my sis rushes and says that…”acha has slipped over the rice and he is lying motionless on the floor”! At this I couldn’t control myself and burst out along with my mother to the kitchen I found acha on the floor …un able to move….we rushed toward him…amma shook him…but he was in a shock and just kept looking….but as soon as he saw me…he came back to senses …I cried aloud saying…”acha I am fine…don’t worry!” And we both made him stand up….By this time my sis had rushed to our neighbours and they were their to help!...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iwas still made to sit in the shower for about an hour …until I started shivering. My sis applied the honey all over my face and neck which our neighbours had given …so as to prevent the burns…though the heat was reduced I could still feel the hot steams over my face and neck…Acha was fine…but was left with a small bump on his head which was a result of the hard fall…..The skin on my forehead looked dark and red I kept rubbing ice cubes over it…a part of skin over my neck was gone…and was sure to leave a scar…! At around 11 when all the chaos had settled a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bit…acha said he’ll take me to the hospital for the first aid…and I was taken to the medical centre of our company and was greeted with a amicable doctor…he said the burns were fine…don’t worry…and prescribed for some medicines…and some dressing …and yes also a tetanus injection…which left my hand with a pain for days …lol…And soon I was home…at 12 we ate the fresh gruel made by my amma and were ready to sleep……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One week has gone since this incident …but still I get tremors and find myself gasping for breath when I think of it. Even now when I hear the cooker whistle I get frightened and close my eyes…the fear has gotten into me…with all the calamity that was caused I still believe god was with me…with whose grace things didn’t turn too serious …I don’t have any scar on my face apart from a few dark spots here and there …which has almost vanished by now…the only serious scar is on my neck….which has almost dried…but will need a few months for complete recovery! Ahem … What should I say…it’s a day I don’t want to remember again…but then I wanted to fight my fear out …and so thought of penning in down….for once and for all!...And I am actually feeling good now…this full week i was at home resting , relaxing and recovering from this pain…and now I feel rejuvenated…and back to normal with my skin fresh and new....what remains is the scar on my neck …which will soon fade off [I hope so!]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you god for being with me…and protecting me from the worst situations. Be with me always …always….!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-5982445245961791214?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5982445245961791214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=5982445245961791214' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5982445245961791214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5982445245961791214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-2009.html' title='1-2-2009!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-5460763900651213414</id><published>2009-01-09T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:26:57.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life was a swing!;)</title><content type='html'>I still remember my first day at school. Clinging on to my amma’s sari and trying to hide myself from the numerous new faces starring at me, or rather I felt so…but actually they weren’t. There were so many like me, most of them ready to break down any   moment … while there were others who were quite aloof of what was happening around them and were giggling and frolicking in their own world. And these were the ones who grew up to become the bullies of our class later on…lol…All this had been a nightmare once ,but now it’s all like a dream long forgotten…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies ….and so has in my case too. From kinder garden to school…School to college…College to career (hopefully ;)) and many more…..&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even realize when I grew up (not that I behave like one, but at least for others). Time was like a fierce wind and I flew along with it like a broken leaf, ready to sway in any direction it took me.&lt;br /&gt;Life at kinder garden would have been fun, it’s a pity I don’t remember a thing now! Same is the case with my primary classes; the only big thing I remember is my school shift…hmm…that was a painful one...to be rooted from one place and replanted in some other land! Everything was new…be it friends, teachers or surroundings. And it did take time to adjust, but who could resist the group of amicable faces, ready to accept you howsoever you are  for a long time and so couldn’t I too…and ended up making friends ,who I know will last for a life time!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was so much fun (I agree when I was a part of it I never felt so) in everyway. Everyday you get to meet your friends, study together …eat together …play   together… fight together…and do everything ‘possible’ together! ;). No tension, no worries (I agree at times we did have teenage traumas …may be about a plump pimple on the nose or too bushy eyebrows or may be the poor marks in the class tests…we did have our troubles, but they seemed quite common and you were never left alone!). All you were supposed to do were study and score marks or rather pass! Now the things are not same anymore, you can’t just afford to get pass marks, they won’t take you anywhere and you, yourself know it. And that’s the most bitter part of it all…you know what you are supposed to do, but never try doing it…!lol…Soon after our schooldays we come to realize ,what life actually is…and it really isn’t that fun! You are no more kids and you are expected to behave like grownups ,which we seldom do…at least in my case and you get to hear lectures from your parents every now and then for not doing the same or not doing what they expect you to do! Such a case never arrived when you were a kid; you were left free to do what you wanted….scream, shout, dance etc etc…until it didn’t get on to your amma’s best friend or didn’t hurt her kids…lol…We were taken for granted as we were kids and no one really expected us to behave yourselves .But now, things have changed you have to behave as the society expects you to do or else it might look weird, and to be true it really does! Its no fun to see an adult scream around like a child does…isn’t it?. What I want to say is, as you start growing up, the various rules and regulations which are a part and parcel of our lives also seem to grow along with us. Responsibility grows, concern grows, expectations grow, dreams grow, ambitions grow….and whether your happiness grows or not all depends on the fulfillment of whatever mentioned above ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really becomes complex, you cant really fool around …you have to think about your future, your career, marriage, life ahead etc etc.(And if you have a couple of your friends getting settled either in their career or getting married ,then things really become tough!...coz your parents too try to speed up and get their responsibilities done…humph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in situations like this you feel” why did I have to grow up??”. And that’s exactly what I feel sometimes…longing to be a child all over again…and relive the fun and excitement once more with nothing to worry and fret!. To be a part of my yester years where everything was so anxiously awaited …be it the summer vacation or the school reopen, everything had its own celebration …with tones of innocence and oodles of cheerfulness. Hmm…how I wish life was a swing, where you could take a deep breath and swing back to be a part of your childhood days , and swing forth to see what the future holds for you next!....all in jus a swing…!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-5460763900651213414?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5460763900651213414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=5460763900651213414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5460763900651213414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5460763900651213414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-life-was-swing.html' title='If life was a swing!;)'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-5425514605658866036</id><published>2008-12-15T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:43:43.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmic smile!</title><content type='html'>Its December, my favourite month! Love this month not because of the soul fact that it brings festivity and fun….but simply coz the season in itself is so different and refreshing. From the damp rainy season to the cool chilly one, it’s something new.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I like about this season is ,it forces me to spend most of my time in the veranda, especially in the night …When the weather outside seems to have wrapped around it a cool expanse of breeze, letting all the creatures to curdle up in blankets and sleep in peace. Apart from the breezy weather, what drive me to peep out of my tepid home are the glittering and glistening small bulbs, which tend to adorn almost all the houses in my neighborhood. Red, green, yellow and blue, they shine like gems n diamonds as in fairy tales. And I love to see them shine, dance and exhibit supple movements, camouflaging each one from the other. And yes, the carol songs accompanied by tiny Santa’s frolicking and enjoying themselves…and at times it gets too funny ,coz you get to hear remix versions of film songs changed into Christmas hymns….But then ,this is what makes it all the more fun. And there are some groups who come up with big illuminant lightings and decorations and all sorts of modern songs , but the only problem with them is they arrive too late …almost after mid night ! I guess they want to wake up even those sleeping in graves and seek attention…lol….whatever may be their intentions, I simply love to watch them from my dark room, where lights are purposefully shut ,and giggle along with my sister as they pass by our house. Every thing of such nature starts way back, almost two weeks before Christmas arrives! And this is exactly what makes the whole month full of festivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all this, this December was no exception. On the very first day of December, I was ready to spend my evening sitting out in the veranda enjoying everything I had been doing ever since I knew .Well  on 1st December its too early to expect to see those disco lights embellish the bushy trees or colorful stars hanging in the air. But as I said, apart from all this it’s the atmosphere outside which compels you to be with it, and in return promises to give to freshness in every air you breath. Hmmm….and  I was doing the same ,enjoying every bit and looking around the trees and brushes which surrounded me , and dreaming soon they’ll match the picture in my mind. And as I was doing this, what do I see???....God, its splendid….unusual, unseen, ethereal…unbelievable…and all I could say was WOW! I had read poets say , and artist display how the celestial objects responded to their call , even smiled back to them…! But this time they actually did, not only to the thoughtful poets ,but to the rest of the world too…! Yes I am talking about the sight which really made us smile ,coz someone on the very far end was smiling brightly with its twinkling stars turned eyes , and moon turned smile..! I rushed inside shouting and screaming “hey..the moon is smiling!”. And as expected I got doubtful looks as response, but without waiting a second I pushed them all outside to let them see the incredible sight with their own eyes. And what more, the air was filled with awe and admiration! We watched the sight till our hearts content and then moved in to see if television could explain something more about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they had their explanations ready . According to the various news sources, it were the planets Jupiter and Venus who shone like eyes of the crescent Moon, giving it altogether a smiling face. It was a sight seldom visible from the naked eyes, according to scientists.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, for me it had a very different story… I felt as if after all the bloodshed and agony our country had gone through during the past few days, this was a message from the celestial world aided by moon and two planets, that hope and optimism never die! And everything will be back to normal; the only thing which is needed is ,is to smile back!&lt;br /&gt;Smile at evil and it will shy away….I guess that’s what the cosmic smile was all about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-5425514605658866036?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5425514605658866036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=5425514605658866036' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5425514605658866036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/5425514605658866036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/12/cosmic-smile.html' title='Cosmic smile!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-6267673985807719654</id><published>2008-10-28T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:35:45.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Departed soul....</title><content type='html'>After three days of holidays, it’s tough to prepare yourself to get started for another working day…But this time, didn’t have to wheedle my mind too much, and I was ready for college. Unlike other days reached the bus stop at time and was comfortably waiting for my “luxury bus”! Well, it is indeed a luxury and you come to realize it only when you get to face the plight in other ‘line buses’. Never had an idea about the dilemma in these buses…simply coz I had the comfort of my company school bus. But once I was out of the protected environment I got to face the realities of life…and yes life is tough..!&lt;br /&gt;But extravagance knocks again, and my so called bus is again at my service…so y should I waste it when I can use it…&lt;br /&gt;So at sharp time my bus arrives and I make a random choice for my seat…well actually almost all the seats remain vacant and you have the liberty to choose whichever you like…simply coz they will never get filled…lol…&lt;br /&gt;But today the bus was unusually empty…only five people including the driver!&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour got down at my stop, and was discussing about the dwindle population in the bus with my friend. Suddenly she says ,”I think we wont be having class today ,coz  a student of our college died in an accident yesterday”.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…no! Is it?..Then why did we travel this long, anyways lets go to the college and see”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the college a bit too early, but had a classmate for company. After sometime one of my junior arrives and he too says the same thing “I don’t think we’ll have class today” .So I was almost sure that classes won’t be held today. By that time almost all my class mates arrived and each one had a different story to narrate about the accident. At 10, bell rang and an announcement was made regarding a prayer meeting to be held in the auditorium for the departed soul and everyone was requested to attend the same. It’s another story whether all of us attended or not, but then I somehow did….&lt;br /&gt;On the stage, were our principal, two other teachers and our newly elected chairman. And at the centre of the stage was affixed a photo of the departed soul. Our principal as usual began with a very monotonous tone…I agree u cant sound cheerful at such situations, but then you can always be clear.. And it was at that time I came to know, what exactly had happened..! The boy who was a third year computer science student didn’t go for the special class scheduled on Saturday, instead set on a small excursion with his friends. And while they were on their way back, this boy rear-ended with a truck, and ended up giving his life away….A pleasure tour ended up to be a mournful one!&lt;br /&gt;The principal went on for another few minutes; praising the boy in everyway possible...about his academic excellence and stuff and then handed over the dice for the boy’s class teacher…she too made a few remarks ,and was seated .And then we prayed for the well being of his soul ,and disbanded as we didn’t have further classes for the day…While I was on my way back ,something kept choking me ….a few questions whirl pooled my mind……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did his death affect anyone? One after the other people spoke about this boy….did they really mean what they said? Will the college really miss him? For me everything seemed so fake, so artificial ….a ceremony just for the sake of it. I could even hear murmurs and anxious whispers discussing about the date adjustments for the Arts day celebration and curious queries regarding its abandonment in between the ceremony. This is what mattered …..Arts days, elections, college day and a few more such days which, called for celebration and fun. What did anyone lose?...nothing at all! Its his parents who have lost their beloved son, who had once promised to live their dreams, to make them proud one day and to pay back oodles of love at their senility. For them, world would now seem shattered and hopeless. But for the rest of the world it’s yet another miserable death…to be remembered and forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People remember you, only when you are a part of their lives….and when your own life ceases to exist…. .You are forgotten and you live in to become mere memories….to be forgotten or remembered……!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-6267673985807719654?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6267673985807719654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=6267673985807719654' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6267673985807719654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6267673985807719654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/10/departed-soul.html' title='A Departed soul....'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-1010486834434535839</id><published>2008-10-02T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:20:14.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd october!</title><content type='html'>“Beep-Beep”…my mobile screeched at the top of its voice. And it made me wake up early on a holiday…I still lay on  the bed with my eyes closed and my hand went near the windowpane searching for the gadget like a blind ,helplessly trying to find her fallen walking stick…!Finally I had it in my hand, I reluctantly pushed aside my ‘mink blanket’ and pulled up my pillow ,to let my back rest……oh!god  its 9 o’clock, my swollen overslept eyes were wide awake now…(I wondered why amma didn’t come up to wake us up, but was happy she didn’t !;)).So I had over slept, and I certainly didn’t want to begin my day reading  yet another stupid forwarded message….But since I had taken so much of pain (I mean giving up my precious sleep… etc etc…) I had no other go but to read it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let us follow the path of truth and nonviolence shown by Mahatma Gandhi”&lt;br /&gt;Sender: ministry of Information and Broadcasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me realize it was “Gandhi jayanti” …The day when our “Father of the nation was born” A man who gave up everything for this nation…who taught the world an entirely different way to resist oppression ……. Who taught ahimsa and non violence were mightier than the sword…. who gave up all his luxury to become one among the down trodden ….who in himself became a Legend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for many of you, it was yet another holiday for me … a day to sleep till noon, watch movies and have fun! But this message somewhere struck a cord …&lt;br /&gt;Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born on this day, so what’s so special about it..?It’s just one among the other few public holidays we have ….This is our attitude! And I can’t afford to blame others too …simply coz even I don’t care about it…what matters is, is a holiday …no matter what it is for..!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if this is the situation now, then what would be the affairs after a few decades or so? Would any one even believe that such a man walked on earth ? A person who could give his life and soul for a nation like ours …where every now and then people fight over property, wealth and fame …where selfishness rules all minds ….where bloodshed and tears are a common picture …where people live in crumpled cities …where corruption and red tapism is unavoidable….where bomb blasts gulping innocent lives is always forgotten …yes this is our nation today…but its certainly not what Gandhiji would have dreamt…..! I know it’s hard to digest, but it’s the naked truth, which is seldom sweet…or rather never!&lt;br /&gt;Bapuji , a real time hero is more of a myth now…whose principles and values seem superficial and  unpractical. But these were the same principles which lead a nation to attain its freedom. Talking of Gandhiji may bore us, but if its Rajkumar Hirani’s new flick, we run to the theatres to grab a ticket…where bapuji seems be the hero with munna bhai preaching “gandhigiri” .Thanks to Hirani for making a commercially meaningful film!(At least gandhiji was remembered and the youth loved him…  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing all this, what good will it do? Well, I guess it’s a small tribute from me to a great legend who once lived and fought to make his dream a reality…and to make myself realize, if not others …that I still remember you bapu…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know am being too patriotic and emotional..But I guess its no harm being so at least once a year if not more .Well, I know if something of this sort had been posted on aug15, it would have been more meaningful …But aug15 attained its relevance because of a soul born today…who sowed seeds of craving independence about half a century back and lead the nation to attain the same!&lt;br /&gt;It’s said that history repeats itself and every character that becomes a history, some day reborn to create yet another history!&lt;br /&gt;Bapu in disguise is sure to walk this nation again and start yet another revolution…where all of us are not going to sit idle, but strive to attain our precious peaceful country back…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post in some way made me connect myself to bapu and will continue to do the same at least until the next post arrives,,,,lol….;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-1010486834434535839?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1010486834434535839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=1010486834434535839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1010486834434535839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1010486834434535839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd-october.html' title='2nd october!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-6145023883761200758</id><published>2008-09-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:36:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilted friendship......</title><content type='html'>Sam: What did u tell her? Did I ever say all that…? How could you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu: I didn’t mean …that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: U didn’t mean …what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu: I really didn’t think all this will get this far…am really sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Don’t u have this much sense…they are in love so obviously they would feel bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu:I know but then I didn’t mean any harm to you…I didn’t know it would even affect our friendship…am so stupid….am so sorry yaar….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: fine…bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu: but Sam…Sam….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all she could hear was the disconnected tone…She flung the phone on the bed…and sat pulling her hair…what else could she do..? She had messed it up completely…though unknowingly she had come between two friends…and no one could mend the dent….&lt;br /&gt;Anu opens her diary, her intimate friend, and flips back a few pages…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 July, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Had gone to college to collect my provisional certificate. Finally I had it in my hand! Three long years in the college summed up in this small paper….! Provisional certificate was just an excuse to meet my friends..I guess it was the same with all of us! Met Rakhi too…she didn’t seem very happy seeing her college mates…She was rather disgusted…and this phenomenon is common from the day she fell in love with Stalin .&lt;br /&gt;She seems to believe only him…only what he says…that too blindly…No wonder people say love is blind..!I don’t say ,Stalin is faking it…he is genuine in his feeling…even more than Rakhi..but then u have to keep a good balance between love and friendship…You cant afford to forget your friends at the cost of your love….can you? Well I cant,but then Rakhi seemed as if she could….Stalin always had small tiffs with others in our group, and Rakhi kept blaming us…without even trying to find the core reason..all this had continued for quite a long time and finally it resulted in a “I don’t care attitude”both from rakhi’s and stalin’s side for their friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,we had our chit chat for quite some time..but then Rakhi always poked me with her beady eyes ,indicating ‘lets leave’.She was least interested in the group talks.Finally I agreed and we sat up to leave…Rakhi as always felt hungry ,and soon both of us were sitting in our favourite bakery ‘swami’s’(our hang out place ,when in college).Rakhi starts off abruptly,” I think every thing will be fine,I told about Stalin to my sis,at first she was shocked ,but when I told her that I was serious she said its ok…But the only problem is religion, he is Christian and am Hindu….rest I think I can manage” I just couldn’t believe it was the same Rakhi I had met a couple of years back….love in itself is courageous…so it imparts some to those in it..! ‘So its working for you Rakhi finally,gr8! I said with mixed feeling….but then I was happy for her! Rakhi ,again spoke ,this time with some sort of anger in her eyes…”I know you guys will support,but I doubt about Sam…he called stalin lately and they had some sort of spat.This Sam ,I don’t like him he is such a stud “ At this I broke open,” is it??...well he called me a few days back,he told me he is not gonna support you guys….actually he feels its not going to work!”&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi just couldn’t stand this, she immediately said,” I am gonna tell this to Stalin, let him know what his friends feel about our relationship” oh..c’mon Rakhi,he didn’t mean it,why take it so seriously . Moreover he said all this long time back…just forget it yaar…don’t mess up the meager friendship left!....I said trying to cool the situation.But I think I had made a big mistake .Well,she promised she wouldn’t tell this to stalin…but then I doubted her..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 July, 2008&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Stalin had it in his ears…the least I wanted to happen. Now whatever, friendship was left between us was at stake. I hope everything goes well, and Stalin remains his calm..I hope this tiff ends here and I in no way come between two good friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Anu closed her diary....she couldn’t control her tears; she had come between two friends. Sam couldn’t be blamed as he was projected guilty, when he was not actually! Anu on the other hand had made life miserable both for Sam and herself!&lt;br /&gt;A group which made the whole college rock , seemed to collapse before a small tremor!&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault was it after all? Was it purposefully done? What good did it bring? All these queries seem tough to be answered…but then they need an answer. Let’s hope these are answered satisfactorily and end on a positive note saying….”If its autumn, can spring be far behind”!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-6145023883761200758?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6145023883761200758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=6145023883761200758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6145023883761200758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6145023883761200758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/09/wilted-friendship.html' title='Wilted friendship......'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-1007046336532850121</id><published>2008-08-30T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:22:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college days!</title><content type='html'>Slight breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Late attendance,&lt;br /&gt;Long intervals,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing canteen food,&lt;br /&gt;Mobile in silent mode,&lt;br /&gt;Some adult messages,&lt;br /&gt;Late night missed calls,&lt;br /&gt;Many proposals,&lt;br /&gt;Some misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for exams,&lt;br /&gt;Micro bits,&lt;br /&gt;Struggle for marks,&lt;br /&gt;Mass projects,&lt;br /&gt;Dream tours,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying group arguments,&lt;br /&gt;Fresher’s day&lt;br /&gt;         &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell day with tears …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 “College life is nothing but a heaven…!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautifully summed up naa…It’s just a forwarded message…but still it holds so many things…..college life is really a heaven!&lt;br /&gt;With no worries or tension…life seems to be so much fun…and you realize this only when u are no more a part of it..(Well, in my case I have just stepped into another college…so I have yet to come..).But for those who have finished with their college days would definitely be missing, those wonderful days….Even in my case I know am not gonna get back those peppy days …as I have stepped on to a higher level now…and I am not expected to fool around, as I used to do (but I hope I get enough time to do the same here too….lol…;))…..Since I have started on this topic…let me tell u something about my college life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be frank I never liked my college….The main cause for it may be because I had never expected to spend 3years in that college…Whenever I had thought about my college I used to get a very different picture… But when it actually came to me I had an entirely different image literarily….completely contradictory to my visualization….Where I wanted my college to be placed in the midst of the city…It was somewhere in the suburbs!.....Where I had wanted to see hip- hop guys jump around me…I had to be satisfied with simpletons….Where I wanted to have tones of fests and&lt;br /&gt; Competitions…I was left with boring seminars…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more would one wants to be disappointed… and so was I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering then how did I start liking it…..?....Well, that’s something even I don’t know… But somehow I had started to like my college…no matter how ugly it seemed…and eventually I had fallen for it….I was in love with my college…(now u know, Love is blind…..lol…)With all its flaws I accepted my college….or rather I had to !.But surprisingly I was happy…Well, I must say the most interesting part of those salad days were the” political hangamas”…   It was completely new to me…the various parties and their speeches, campaigns, strikes and what not! I sometimes wondered at this young                                                             age they actually looked like “politicians”! But I must tell u the whole thing was really superb…especially those strikes, when we used to slip from college and stroll around!&lt;br /&gt;To talk about the class hours…they were boring for sure…with those same lecturers everyday….but they used to turn interesting with a screechy ring tone…..lol.Free hours were always welcome, but it’s a pity we seldom got them…! But those we got were thoroughly utilized….and the class after a free hour resembled a ground with numerous plane crashes…Intervals were much awaited and celebrated…especially lunch intervals…where u could see a lot of vultures scavenging, no matter how bad it tasted!……But I guess its fun to be a vulture at times…&lt;br /&gt;When u r at college even the dreadful exams seem fun…until of, course the result comes!&lt;br /&gt;But after every single test u get to hear those “tit-bit” stories and get to meet the triumphant heroes in this regard…lol…When u r at college life seems to be on a holiday, but still u crave for the same and obviously it becomes your best tour ever! And finally comes the farewell day…a day u wish never came …coz it simply reminds u that your reign here is over find another place now…lol….and that obviously hurts! But u always part with a promise that u’ll miss each other….and u always do miss them! I guess these were the things which made me love my college…and I know its similar for all of us…yet we think ours is the best..!&lt;br /&gt;Fun, frolic, youthfulness, romance, silly fights, misunderstanding, lively corridors, funky dresses, empty class rooms and overcrowded canteen all describe ones college days…and so does mine..;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-1007046336532850121?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1007046336532850121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=1007046336532850121' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1007046336532850121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/1007046336532850121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-days.html' title='college days!'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-7843645302097248185</id><published>2008-08-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:55:01.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>online acquaintance.....</title><content type='html'>When night falls everything seems to have come to a stand still. No more bustling sound of the buses or the irritating top geared bikes….everything so silent and peaceful. The only thing which seems to be dominating the world at this hour is the street light, standing all alone in the spooky night, but sometimes they seem to have companions too…the howling and hooting stray dogs who find shelter under these lamps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one such night when the world around me was all asleep and the only sound audible was the tip- tip from the leaky tap I decided to quit my sleep!(but it was not the tip tip…which awoke me…actually I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all….I wanted to chit chat).But no one was available, my favourite chat friend i.e. my  sis was fast asleep and her face brought in memories of ‘kumbhakarna’(one of my fav epic heroes…lol;)).So I decided not to disturb her……Then somehow I thought of the internet …what made me think so I don’t know…but soon I was on the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on the net is entirely different, in the middle of the night you see chat rooms over flooded and people in various communities on some social networks fighting and teasing with each other …..Life seems to be so much fun here! I sometimes feel life in net is synonymous to a fun filled ambience….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected I was really happy to see all this ….so many like minded people all in one place. To me it was more of a coming together of the nocturnals…!lol….I finally decided to get into a chat room! I know many of you are shocked at my decision..coz everyone knows life in chat rooms are never easy…especially at odd hours like in my case…lol…;)…But then I guess am too good at handling such people…they never dare to bother me too much…cowards…!,hiding in the light of anonymity….And yes ,that day I did meet some pieces ,but I handled them well and they were off….;)&lt;br /&gt;I was too bored fighting with those mud heads…..I even thought of leaving the place…and joining my sis in the dream world…but somehow I decided to cling for some more time…as if something good awaited me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, someone really interesting came in…Our conversation started off in a very unusual manner (wondering…what it was all about?)&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were reviewing a much hyped up movie…it was not all, I hadn’t seen the movie…so someone at the far end was narrating it to me…scene by scene…(I can imagine the weird expression on your face…and that’s exactly  the same I get  when I recollect about it now!).But I guess what made me to hold on till the end of narration was my keen interest to watch the same…! But contrarily to all of your expectations…I decided not to watch the stupid movie…! Yes that’s exactly what I felt after hearing to the filmy anecdote…But was really thankful coz I had been saved from a disastrous movie….(want to know which was the so called flick…?well, it was a much awaited kamal hasan movie…the hyped and more hyped film!)&lt;br /&gt;May be because our conversation began in a very unusual style… it did go on taking unexpected turns….which made it all the more interesting…We spoke for about an hour and so…but seemed to have had talked for much long…And by that time I was ready to sleep…We bid adieu and left…without any promise to meet again…&lt;br /&gt; But, then we did meet again…when, I don’t know…but it was fun…for sure..!We have truly become friends. Apart from the silly fights and teasing, we do talk on serious matters…(not on global warming or musharaf’s impeachment…but then some relevant stuffs…!).Never ever had I thought that people can be friends on the cyber world…..But I guess I was wrong coz I had managed to find a very sweet friend…. And ,so would be   the case with many of u…(I can see a couple of nods…lol….).May be its because friendship needs no medium…it blossoms in meadow and desert alike…!...Neither does it need a proper time …..It may bloom in noiseless night or noisy daylight…!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-7843645302097248185?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7843645302097248185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=7843645302097248185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7843645302097248185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/7843645302097248185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/08/online-acquaintance.html' title='online acquaintance.....'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-4079884309612221379</id><published>2008-08-12T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:03:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y do U bother so much...???</title><content type='html'>It was around 6pm ,I was as usual cuddled in the sofa and changing channels(one of my fav hobbies..).Suddenly,without any  warning amma comes and switches off the tv ...."amma what is this"...I screeched out disgustedly.Amma turned around and said"so arent u coming with us,didnt i tell u about the movie?"I as usual with no interest said,"no way i am not coming for that stupid movie, and i suggest acha and u better drop the program ,the movie is not worth a penny"ok ok....do what ever u like ,but we are going...saying so amma started to get ready for the same.And by 6:15 acha was at home...he too asked me the same query...and i gave him the same reply....but unlike amma he tried his best to cajole me...but all his efforts were in vain.More over i had another excuse ...my sis wasnt back frm college yet ,so we couldnt leave the house deserted..."ok ,so u guys stay at home and we'll have fun watching the movie"acha said so with a smirk.It was 6:30 and they were off.I closed the main gate ,and was busy with some masala news on the daily ....I was having a nice time reading it ,when suddenly chikku(my dog)started barking...i peeped out of the window and saw a car parked near our gate...yes ,it were some unexpected guests...my god ...i called out in dismay...this was not because i hated guests ..but simply coz i was not dressed properly...i mean with the shabby cotton top and grungy skirt...who would look good...and so was i looking simply pathetic...but i guess u can afford to adorn such looks at home ,if not anywhere else...;).And i somehow tied my hair and was ready to open the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the door ....well,i knew them...(but when no one is at home u tend to forget even those u know...;))but ,nothing of that sort happened....i caught hold of chikku...and he was tied in his place.I invited them indoors...they were comfortably seated ..."so no one is at home right?"at that point i felt like ...'so whom r u talking to?'...but then i controlled and replied with a made up smile "no they hav gone out".Here comes another"so they went to see the movie eh?...i saw the posters on the company board"...well...yes,i replied .And then a couple of few more were added on to the conversation....but all through ,i could spot the aunty looking at me with dismay...( i am sure she was extremly happy about my looks...lol) Actually ,they had come to invite us for their daughter's marriage.They handed over the card and i started to open it....when suddenly....my sis was there ...back frm college...(I was happy coz ,some of the attention was now drifted frm me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh!so do u always come by this time,its quite late.."the aunt asked her...My sis looked at her watch and said..."oh!...yaa...i mean no....it was the stupid traffic block u know..."i couldnt control my laughter ,but i couldnt laugh either ,so i managed with a silent giggle(its difficult to giggle without those stupid sounds!).So as mentioned earlier we had some more light moments together .(hey,we did offer them tea,but they refused)...i mentioned this coz i dont want u guys to think that we are bad hosts lol...;)&lt;br /&gt;so they were about to leave...but before that something else awaited us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both of u look so tired and weak ,arent u eating anythig?your parents are quite plump,why arent u ?"ehhhh......my god ....not again...this was exactly what i felt....but all what i could manage was a sheepish smile...And to add insult to injury....my sis came up with a lame remark..."but i am not that thin naa",And the uncle said"well...yes but u can improve too..."I was really happy...serves her right...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the first time that am coming across such comments....i often get them when i go to my native place or else where...and am quite used to it....but i guess some things are beyond our control and we cant do anything about it...no matter ,how hard we try...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i jus want to know' why do they hav to bother about me so much?' i mean i am happy the way i am ,cant they keep their comments to themselves....why simply disturbing my mind...&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess its their attempt to change my beauty concepts...but to them i would jus want to say....'hard luck!!';)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-4079884309612221379?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4079884309612221379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=4079884309612221379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4079884309612221379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/4079884309612221379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-do-u-bother-so-much.html' title='y do U bother so much...???'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694356268798664184.post-6285202574119591266</id><published>2008-08-10T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:15:39.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally love did blossom....</title><content type='html'>well...its my first post here...and i know my title would make atleast a few of u to think ....is that the reason to start of on such a venture...;)....but to them i would say ,'dont try breaking ur head over it...'coz its not something what i am feeling....but then someone really close to me is in love ,and the love finally seems to blossom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still to begin my lessons in love...but then ,somehow i can understnd what all the people in this world who r in love would be feeling....(i know am giving reasons for u 2 to believe that i am in love or has been in love,but then....such chapters for me are yet to be opened...lol..)...i know many of u would be wondering ,if thats the case...then why am i going on...discribing it...isnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...the thing is am really happy for them...simply because its something which all of us had badly wanted to happen...hey,did i bore u...hmm...i guess yes...well, if thats the case...let me give u a brief histroy of this love story...ready...!&lt;br /&gt;it all began when they were very young...i guess i can call them kids...lol...as usual any one would take it as a 'silly puppy love story'...but then it was the same silly puppy thing which emerged to be a full fledged yash copra hit....well...the heroine of this flick kept it away from me for a very long time...and by the time i knew it ,love was all in the air...and all what she could recollect as of how all of this began was....the usual thing....'it jus happened.....'but then i was very sure that this flick would definately be a big time hit coz neither she nor he were in a big haze to set up promotional campaingns for it....it was all in the silence that it bloomed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for any other love story...here too they had to cross many boundaries and hurdles,but then as is said...true love wins all hearts...and so did theirs....they truely did win many hearts...and i guess that was never easy.....but if u r determined i think nothing is difficult....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all this long i had been discussing something which would sound very absurd and weird (atleast for some)...but i somehow felt i should talk about it...who knows it may trun out to be a eye opener or inspiration for all those who are in love or for those who r simply trying to b a part of it...or for those who simply love to see others love and wish ....'some day ill have someone like this '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694356268798664184-6285202574119591266?l=myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6285202574119591266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6694356268798664184&amp;postID=6285202574119591266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6285202574119591266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694356268798664184/posts/default/6285202574119591266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace--imemyself.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-love-did-blossom.html' title='finally love did blossom....'/><author><name>angel in disguise....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006297630346605373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwTsj3oXrCM/SKPMjD_8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lqQuM9BTzvM/s1600-R/HMBPLLCAVPCHAGCATGVOD4CAKYA9VQCA6SOFQICANJEZ2GCARK90XQCABBBO5ECA3TA58LCALTT35TCAUHCGYYCALZUNN3CA1TR5A5CAARRQUACAMX5Q1PCALN9PG7CABHVJCUCAG98B9VCA0W2K58.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
