<?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-13354520</id><updated>2011-12-25T04:08:45.520-08:00</updated><category term='On a serious note'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='NID'/><category term='Just like that'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Kuch bhi'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Work your Life!</title><subtitle type='html'>Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-5782647076532619641</id><published>2011-12-25T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:52:26.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NID'/><title type='text'>Garama Garam Roti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690021609118336418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_zjcDivowU/TvcEgafLhaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_2kfhZJIiK8/s320/Roti.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 272px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you are from an Indian middle class family and your mom is a home maker and you have had one or two servants for household work but no one specifically for cooking and finally you have done most of your schooling staying at home, there is a high probability that you have had been served&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;garama garam roti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on your plate in your yesteryears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I remember, when I was a kid, when me and my siblings would come home from school, mom used to prepare chapatti and serve it hot. And that habit has not gone all this while. Whenever I get a chance, I prefer the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So here at NID also, thanks to Madan Bhai, that everytime I want hot chapatti, he would make sure that I get it (&lt;i&gt;lucky me!!! :-)&lt;/i&gt;) and because of this habit of mine, he knows that I would ask for it. But today when I was having lunch alone, I observed, it’s not me alone who does it but there are many other in the campus who like to have it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And this made me ponder that, our generation is lucky enough to have lived this life. With the coming generation, where every one is so super busy, I am doubtful, if they would have such kind of memories to cherish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And yes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Garam Roti with Ghee&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;served on your plate, is indeed a food for happy tummy. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-5782647076532619641?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/5782647076532619641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=5782647076532619641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5782647076532619641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5782647076532619641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-are-from-indian-middle-class.html' title='Garama Garam Roti'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_zjcDivowU/TvcEgafLhaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_2kfhZJIiK8/s72-c/Roti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>National institute of Design(NID), Gandhinagar, Gujarat 380 007, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>23.1863204 72.6317482</georss:point><georss:box>23.1717244 72.61200720000001 23.2009164 72.6514892</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6977031559292649760</id><published>2011-07-03T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:33:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever, forever and ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The evening when dad called on the much awaited number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I was in a much needed deep slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They discussed, they laughed and they talked about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were here enjoying our daily life without any fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They decided a date so that they could meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to know and we decided to greet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And alas! the D - day approached,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat in front of them with me wearing a beautiful broach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They saw us and we saw them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They asked us thousand questions and we felt we got short of vitamin M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, they arrived at a conclusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were given the green signal with a red ribbon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We danced, we laughed, we hugged, we shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, life seemed much more beautiful and fully flared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took my dad's permission to take me on a ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out and drove crazily on a long road wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day he called me and asked me for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said yes and wore the most elegant dress with a slight shimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took me in and pulled the chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the time stood still where we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He covered my eyes, lit the candles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music on, wine served, and in anticipation, i rubbed my ankles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sat on his knees and took the diamond ring out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and uttered the long lasting words that knocked me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O' my darling, will you marry me and live with me forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tear rolled down by my eyes and I said, Yes my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever, forever and ever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-6977031559292649760?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6977031559292649760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6977031559292649760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6977031559292649760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6977031559292649760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2011/07/forever-forever-and-ever.html' title='Forever, forever and ever'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7151387293858898909</id><published>2011-05-27T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:48:21.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is constant.</title><content type='html'>They say that, 'Change is the only constant thing in this world.' I wrote my last post in 2009 and here comes 2011 and change is inevitable. A lot has changed all this while, for good , ofcourse. :)&lt;br /&gt;I shall be more active on this forum or rather I should put it in this way, I shall 'try' to be more active on this forum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post something interesting in the coming days. Till then, Ciao! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7151387293858898909?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7151387293858898909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7151387293858898909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7151387293858898909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7151387293858898909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2011/05/change-is-constant.html' title='Change is constant.'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-8576333725592054643</id><published>2009-10-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:27:52.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate a lot on these two words whenever I sit back with a cup of tea and mom's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matri(Home made maida item)&lt;/span&gt; in my room with music on.&lt;br /&gt;My present life, my past, how things would have been, had something else happened.&lt;br /&gt;I crib a lot about my present, the kind of life I am leading and I am sure there would be thousands more who would do the same thing..cribbing!&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot about my future, the kind of life I wanna lead and what am I doing to get that kind of life..probably nothing much!&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is that I love to reminisce on my yesteryears and about all the desires that never got materialized.&lt;br /&gt;'If only' is all about those things that never happened. Reason- Destiny was not in favor of them.&lt;br /&gt;It is all in the hands of those vicissitudes. Believe it or not, the life defining moments that come in our lives, are more or less depends on the circumstances, our fate, our choices.&lt;br /&gt;If only my father had not got transferred to a bigger city,&lt;br /&gt;If only, I had taken up Architecture in NIT Bhopal, If only, I had taken up a course in Fashion Technology.&lt;br /&gt;If only, I had got into a good B-school just after my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;If only, I had not got Chennai as my posting after getting done with my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are many more such 'If only' in our life but answer for all is the same. Every single variation in our lives has something special in it. Had it happened, life would have certainly been different but life is still beautiful for we have other things associated with it which are considered to be 'Life Defining moments'.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, it always comes up with something positive, coz if it is good, we feel elated and confident and if not, then also it makes us strong headed and more courageous to face other adverse situations in future.&lt;br /&gt;We may not remember day-to-day accounts of our lives, but we certainly remember those special moments which make us smile. That is what matters and life is all about those things that matters the most to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of those little memories is much more satisfying then the saltiness of unfulfilled desires.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish that sweetness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-8576333725592054643?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/8576333725592054643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=8576333725592054643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8576333725592054643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8576333725592054643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-5782155832463783641</id><published>2009-10-04T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:09:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up.....</title><content type='html'>He has just finished writing up his last exam of the last semester of the college.He thinks that he is the king of this world. No work but party hard is his mantra of life. He has a group of friends on which he can lean upon anytime, anywhere. He is not-so-spoiled son of a rich-dad!He is amazingly charming and handsome.He prefers playing video games and downloading car wallpapers in his age of early 20s when all other guys of his age prefer watching .....!!!But there is a problem. And the problem is He is clueless, aimless with no aspirations and dreams or rather he has never a given thought on what vocation he should choose after the graduation.And so here it is, ours truly- Siddharth Mehra a.k.a Sid. Like every Abhishek or Abhilasha in this country is Abhi, Aishwarya is Aish, Sandeep is Sandy, our Siddharth is Sid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, this is yet another review, by yet another random blogger, of the movie.But let me make myself clear.I am not going to write a detailed review of the movie for the movie reviews have already topped the chart. I am here to tell what and how I felt after watching it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Sid! directed by the debutante Ayan Mukerji is one such refreshing story which would take us to the riveting journey of our yesteryears. We see a glimpse of ourselves in this movie. Every single person can relate with one or the other character of this movie. Some could relate to Sid, some to Aiysha, some to Rishi, some to Tanya. Our mothers could relate themselves to Sid's mother, father to Sid's father, neighbors to Aiysha's neighbor and like. It has everything in it. It has portrayed all the relationships, be it Father-son, mother-son, with neighbors, with friends, with employer, with children, and most importantly our relationship with our own life,so beautifully and clearly that one would wonder at times,isn't it our life. It has covered everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple script yet so refreshing. I loved each and every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;It is one such movie which leaves you dumbstruck, when you come out of the theater and you don't utter a single word. To be very frank, I revisited the memories of RDB and Taare Zameen Par. I am not saying the movie is on the lines of the above mentioned movies but the feeling was in line with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally amazing and a must watch for our generation.&lt;br /&gt;Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-5782155832463783641?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/5782155832463783641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=5782155832463783641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5782155832463783641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5782155832463783641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up.html' title='Wake up.....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-4231666970445674132</id><published>2009-05-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:11:33.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Vignettes at its best.! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQpGCrrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PJa8rKEQX2s/s1600-h/Image0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQpGCrrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PJa8rKEQX2s/s320/Image0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905447367093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  The dancing damoiselle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQd5085I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GZaXlU1IobE/s1600-h/Image0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQd5085I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GZaXlU1IobE/s320/Image0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905444363072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Let us bring peace and prosperity on our mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQEZNI7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/29_zJhjrJYA/s1600-h/Image0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQEZNI7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/29_zJhjrJYA/s320/Image0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905437515359154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            I can see a ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;Time to show some of my latest sketches. My personal favorite is the last one.&lt;br /&gt;Would appreciate the comments and suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-4231666970445674132?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/4231666970445674132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=4231666970445674132' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4231666970445674132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4231666970445674132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/05/vignettes-at-its-best.html' title='Vignettes at its best.! :-)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SfsuQpGCrrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PJa8rKEQX2s/s72-c/Image0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-3504639772124596740</id><published>2009-04-12T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:32:21.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy B'day to me! ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SeIedadpChI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X8VjKR9p3ug/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323851200174033426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SeIedadpChI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X8VjKR9p3ug/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 years of my life have moved past Today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been a roller-coaster ride all these years. I sit back and reminisce on my yesteryears and it brings a smile on my face. The childhood was so full of carefree attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthdays used to be a festival day where I used to be the queen of my house and everyone used to take care of all my needs on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother never used to scold me for I gave her this excuse that This is my Day, so you cannot scold me.!!! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch box used to have special lunch meals and extra items used to be there in the box so that my friends can relish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the children used to try to get close to the b'day girl/boy as they used to think that the b'day girl/boy would give extra chocolate to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People used to get to know about the b'day girl/boy by the special b'day dress they used to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling others and showing special attitude was a thing of pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wait for the evening to come for my mom is preparing delicacies (the best in this world)for the fete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the colony friends used to come and then the much awaited cake cutting ceremony would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never used to take care of the things for my parents used to take care of it. I was only concerned for the gifts that I used to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after the party, the time for the opening ceremony of the gifts. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were the days..the best days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now b'day celebration means going to a good restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza/Burger has taken up the place of home made Chole Bhature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold drinks and all  havetaken up the place of Rasna and Roohhafza Sharbat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The B'day girl/boy is suppose to take care of all the little intricacies and not your parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's kiss is not there but a phone call away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's special pocket money doesn't count much now as the big salary of yours is there to spend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have great friends around and I know I am going to have a rocking celebration today...it is just that those childhood memories are so vivid that I felt like scribbling them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so great and a smile comes over on my face whenever I think about those festive days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life takes its twist but alas we get used to it. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing you Mummy-Papa and Love you loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally Happy B'day to me!!! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-3504639772124596740?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/3504639772124596740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=3504639772124596740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/3504639772124596740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/3504639772124596740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bday-to-me.html' title='Happy B&apos;day to me! ;-)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/SeIedadpChI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X8VjKR9p3ug/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-2031674934635488028</id><published>2009-04-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:57:47.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulon Mein......</title><content type='html'>They say, Music takes out your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Music speaks what cannot be expressed,&lt;br /&gt;soothes the mind and gives it rest,&lt;br /&gt;heals the heart and makes it whole,&lt;br /&gt;flows from heaven to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;It happens with almost everyone at times that whenever we listen to something&lt;br /&gt;really good,we get high on emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I am listening to this song and I am actually in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people hear good music,&lt;br /&gt;it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to this song and I feel like going to a Hill station, going to places&lt;br /&gt;close to the nature, having a cup of tea with my loved ones in a beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;on the road side,going for a long ride, sitting at the beach seeing the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;taking an afternoon siesta on the grass in the lap of my love,going to the temple,&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the terrace when it is drizzling outside and eating bhajiya,making&lt;br /&gt;a nice sketch or design something creative and a lot many other feelings come&lt;br /&gt;and obviously when this song is running in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe with the kind of creativity these music directors show.&lt;br /&gt;I revere the creators of these musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;I respect people who have written such wonderful songs and people who&lt;br /&gt;have given life to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the lyrics, Read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gulon mein rang bhare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baad-e-naubahaar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chale bhi aao.. ke gulshan ka.. karobar chale (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Khwabon ka din hai.. dekho hawayein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Suna rahi hai khushiyon ki dastaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Main choom loonga.. baahein uthaakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Khwahishon ka neela neela aasmaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jaane kahaan yeh.. baadal chale hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kiss aur boondon.. ki mehfilein hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bheegi hai rooh meri.. kaisa yeh khumaar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chale bhi aao.. ke gulshan ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; karobar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gulon mein rang bhare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baad-e-naubahaar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chale bhi aao.. ke gulshan ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; karobar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Humne suna hai.. chhote se haathon mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chaahe to samaaye.. saara jahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hatheliyon mein.. thaame hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hamaare.. buzurgon ki nayi dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hum hai sikandar.. hum shehzaade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chhote kadam hai.. bade hai iraade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Buri nazar se kaho.. hum nazar uthaar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chale bhi aao.. ke gulshan ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; karobar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gulon mein rang bhare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baad-e-naubahaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chale Chale bhi aao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ke gulshan ka.. karobar chale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Sikander&lt;br /&gt;Music: Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Mohit Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen the song to get the feel of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-2031674934635488028?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/2031674934635488028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=2031674934635488028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/2031674934635488028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/2031674934635488028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/04/gulon-mein.html' title='Gulon Mein......'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6377179781760014542</id><published>2009-03-28T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:36:14.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The Third sense......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Sc75uIDDAHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kt_cY4qVhRU/s1600-h/jime1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318462780800696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Sc75uIDDAHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kt_cY4qVhRU/s320/jime1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My room mate (M) : You know what, from the past few days, I wanted to tell you something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : What ?&lt;br /&gt;M : I have noticed this at night that you talk in sleep and that too with actions!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : (: O)...Is it ?? I didn't know that!!!&lt;br /&gt;M : Yes, the other day I was on the phone and you were slept off. All of a sudden, you started speaking. When I turned back, I saw you were moving your hands in the air and you were saying something. It was not clear though.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Gosh! 22 years of my life are over and nobody ever told me this thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was an excerpt of the conversation between me and my room mate in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And so this is how I discovered a new FACT about myself. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this thing before coz nobody ever told me this, not even my previous room mates. So that was really a big surprise for me and I was laughing like crazy afterknowing that.In the evening, when I told this thing to my other friends, there reaction had already been anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;There is one more thing that I do.Whenever I go for a siesta, I make very complex English sentences in my dreams. Though, I forget about them after I wake up.So when I told this thing to my friends, one of my friend quips that I have got a Third Sense!!!!!!After saying this he realizes that he said Third sense instead of Sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;That evening was my last evening in Bangalore and it was really fun.I am back in Chennai now.&lt;br /&gt;Missing Bangalore though.&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now, Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-6377179781760014542?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6377179781760014542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6377179781760014542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6377179781760014542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6377179781760014542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-sense.html' title='The Third sense......'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Sc75uIDDAHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kt_cY4qVhRU/s72-c/jime1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-8122089697345771714</id><published>2009-03-12T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:45:11.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just like that'/><title type='text'>Life Redefined</title><content type='html'>It’s great to see myself writing a post on my blog after almost an year!&lt;br /&gt;I guess, a lot of visitors would have lost the hope of seeing a new&lt;br /&gt;post on my blog site( I am assuming that I have a big fan-list who&lt;br /&gt;do follow my blog, after all we humans love misconceptions, you know!!!! ;-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just press the rewind button of my life and tell you people what did I do ( basically nothing)&lt;br /&gt;in this time-span of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I got a complete new set of friends with whom I have spent some beautiful moments.&lt;br /&gt;2)Spent my summer in CHENNAI that too without an AC. ( now don't think I am an Aristocrat who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;even know how a life would have been without an AC!!! but I am saying this because it is the city which see&lt;br /&gt;only one season, 12 months a year and i.e. SUMMER SEASON!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3)I wrote all the MBA entrance exams and guess what I screwed up all of them.(Wanna know how?-LOYALLY!!!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;4)I had no work in the office for most of the time and so I broke all the records by sleeping for the&lt;br /&gt;maximum number of hours in my office at my desk!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;5)Have received the most beautiful gift of my life..now that’s a secret.&lt;br /&gt;6)I have got a short term transfer to B'lore and I am enjoying my time over here and I won't deny the fact&lt;br /&gt;that this is certainly the best period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;7) I am again living a student life. I go to my office but I live in company's accommodation with all&lt;br /&gt;the amenities one can ask for. So good for me!&lt;br /&gt;8)I have learnt the art of spending money and I am getting good at it coz that’s the only thing I can&lt;br /&gt;do nicely. :-D&lt;br /&gt;9) My friend tells me that I have become a 'KHATTI LADKI'(meaning sour). The reason is I can eat DOSA&lt;br /&gt;at any time on any day of any month of a year!!! (Point taken dear!!)&lt;br /&gt;10) After a long time, I have finished a novel in a day. I started reading it in the morning and&lt;br /&gt;finished it off by the evening. I found it boring mid-way but the end is good. I tell you why it is good.&lt;br /&gt;We Indian's feel that whatever brings your inner emotion(read positive emotion)out after seeing or doing a particular thing,&lt;br /&gt;is a good thing. So going by the same notion, the end of the novel brought A TEAR in my left eye, so I am&lt;br /&gt;considering that novel as a good one!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;The name of the novel is - 'Love, Life and Dream On', written by Animesh Verma.&lt;br /&gt;When you would read it, you would feel that the novel is nothing but a mix of Five point someone&lt;br /&gt;by Chetan Bhagat, Rang De Basanti, Dil Chahta Hai and a lot many other things. Single term for it-&lt;br /&gt;KHICHDI!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seems the guy is very much influenced with the writing style of Chetan Bhagat, and a big time fan of&lt;br /&gt;Aamir Khan, and has praised the main character of the novel, Aniket, a lot and it is really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Worth a reading though.&lt;br /&gt;11) Have finished my latest sketch and would upload it soon on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;12) I haven't done photography from the past one year. :-(. Need to start it.&lt;br /&gt;13) I have become talkative. Thanks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all about it.&lt;br /&gt;So you guys would agree with the point that I basically did nothing in the past one year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after this reopening ceremony of my blog for the second time, I would like to write a number of&lt;br /&gt;entertaining posts, though a difficult task to do, more frequently!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching this space.&lt;br /&gt;Till then CIAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-8122089697345771714?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/8122089697345771714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=8122089697345771714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8122089697345771714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8122089697345771714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-great-to-see-myself-writing-post-on.html' title='Life Redefined'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-879568326221411081</id><published>2008-04-10T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:35:23.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuch bhi'/><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the things that we don't even bother about makes a big difference or for that matter &lt;br /&gt;can bring a smile on our face which itself is a big thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Some people come in our life unknowingly and we don't even bother to know them but still they become&lt;br /&gt;a part of our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;I have two such unknown strangers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;One is not a stranger for me but, being in a city (Chennai) where I don't even know the local&lt;br /&gt;dialect, it is tough to get on with people who don't know other languages, is my maid.&lt;br /&gt;She knows only Tamil and I don't know a single word of Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her name. She comes everyday in our(me and my room mates) absence and do the cleaning and give back the keys&lt;br /&gt;to the watchman. She is a total stranger for us as we have no idea who she is, from where she is.&lt;br /&gt;We only know how does she look and that is it and still we trust her completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is a total stranger. We know only one thing about him that he is an auto driver.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when and how it started but one day when we left our home at around 7.30 in the morning,we took this random&lt;br /&gt;auto (the way we do everyday. We take an auto from our house to the local railway station to catch our train) and that was it&lt;br /&gt;for us. We got down at the railway station and we forgot about him.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally,next day also we got the same auto.&lt;br /&gt;And now it is a routine. We have never asked him to come in the morning and drop us at the railway station.&lt;br /&gt;We have never spoke to him except on the first day when we told him about our destination, we don't know who he is,&lt;br /&gt;but still everyday he comes in the morning and without uttering a single word he drops us at the railway station.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that strange?&lt;br /&gt;We actually have got connected to him in someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a small thing. For some it would be a kind of crap but everyday when we see that same old aged auto driver&lt;br /&gt;it actually brings smile on our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me life is nothing but a way to see happiness in whatever we see and whatever we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-879568326221411081?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/879568326221411081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=879568326221411081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/879568326221411081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/879568326221411081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2008/04/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6753951499303351143</id><published>2008-03-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:17.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Ah...Finally I made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R9jQCrzhBkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hw__QyOedRw/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177116516199499330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R9jQCrzhBkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hw__QyOedRw/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest sketch which I made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Comments and suggestions will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R9jNbrzhBjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jAhNzBDgvQw/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-6753951499303351143?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6753951499303351143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6753951499303351143' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6753951499303351143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6753951499303351143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahfinally-i-made-it.html' title='Ah...Finally I made it!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R9jQCrzhBkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hw__QyOedRw/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-4790613173228806204</id><published>2008-02-20T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Sorry, My LOVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R70whZb1J_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Md_9csEI8ek/s1600-h/19269b0138e98f8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169341297612630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R70whZb1J_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Md_9csEI8ek/s320/19269b0138e98f8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really sorry, my love! I know I shouldn't have done that with you but I had no other option except to listen to my father. I still regret for what I have done with you, leaving you alone there.:-(&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you must be missing me but don't worry I am coming down there in few days and then I'll take you with me and then we'll enjoy a lot. We'll go to a lot many places. We'll have fun and everything will be fine. I won't give you any chance to complaint. We'll go to beach early morning. I'll be there with you all the time. Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;Just me and My Camera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am missing my camera like anything and after seeing &lt;a href="http://ssilence.deviantart.com/store/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; pics I am really jealous for I also want to do photography which is one of my fav hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, just few more days and then I'll live my life happily with my love. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-4790613173228806204?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/4790613173228806204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=4790613173228806204' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4790613173228806204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4790613173228806204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-my-love.html' title='Sorry, My LOVE!!!!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/R70whZb1J_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Md_9csEI8ek/s72-c/19269b0138e98f8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-4064065984076209011</id><published>2007-11-03T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:04:14.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jab we WANT</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw 'Jab We Met'. I really liked the movie. It is a simple movie with a nice storyline and the best part of the movie which I liked the most was that general people can connect themselves with that storyline.&lt;br /&gt;There are many dialogues in this movie on which one should give a thought.&lt;br /&gt;There is one dialogue like "When you really want something, you actually get that thing" and it is actually true. How many times it happens that we want something desparately but we don't get it because somewhere in some corner of our heart we don't want that thing REALLY. But you pray for something with all of your heart and you will get that thing for sure. I really believe in this thing because it does happen with me.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is from whatever circumstances we are going through it is because of our own choices that we have made in our life not because others have given us some choices. We are responsible for our doings and our life. Whatever that had happened with us and whatever that will happen with us, it is because of the choices that we made or we will make in that particular situation. Few years down the lane or for that matter you never can blame anyone for your condition. Just live life as it comes and enjoy it fully. Prioritize things. Try to introspect what you want from your life. Always keep smile on your face coz you never know what would happen with you on the very next moment. There are people around you who cares a lot for you. Smile for them. Pray for them. There are people around you whom you don't even know and there is a possibility that they may have problems in their life, give a nice smile to them, for that little smile can make them smile, may be for a minute but they will forget their worries for that one minute.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too small to think about trivial issues. You have got this life and you gotta live out this life with utmost fun and the most important thing "LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF." The day you start loving yourself you will find this world a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to this life!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me for I love MYSELF a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch JAB WE MET.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-4064065984076209011?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/4064065984076209011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=4064065984076209011' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4064065984076209011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4064065984076209011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/11/jab-we-want.html' title='Jab we WANT'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-4850347161662466415</id><published>2007-08-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Is it scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RsrGDORXW5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7jBwydOfr-s/s1600-h/edited+sketch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RsrGDORXW5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7jBwydOfr-s/s320/edited+sketch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101107286623345554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, one guy checked my blogsite and he scrapped me on orkut that whether I can make one sketch for him. I said fine and he sent me that logo. After checking that logo, the first thing that came up in my mind was WHAT IS THIS?&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, I started making the sketch of it and when I was making it I actually was scared. Now when I completed the sketch,next thing to do was to upload this sketch. My scanner was working fine till that time but as I put this one up on my scanner...sigh! It bulbed. I tried to scan it 5-6 times but everytime it scanned the blank page with no image on it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Now was the time to do some photography. So I kept the above on the floor, clicked a nice pic, edited it and sent it to that guy. To my surprise he liked it. That was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't get as what this sketch is all about. I did ask that guy and he told me that its a root. Look the sketch upside down and you will find that its similar to some kind of root. Still don't know the significance of this sketch...may be a kind of modern art.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I look at it, I still find it scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-4850347161662466415?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/4850347161662466415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=4850347161662466415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4850347161662466415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4850347161662466415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-scary.html' title='Is it scary?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RsrGDORXW5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7jBwydOfr-s/s72-c/edited+sketch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-2181828046182325601</id><published>2007-08-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Guess Who??? :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RrtNCwzpGmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2GMNvLMsxSw/s1600-h/Sush+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RrtNCwzpGmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2GMNvLMsxSw/s320/Sush+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096752113156430434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long long time, I am back in MY world of sketching.&lt;br /&gt;This is the sketch that I made today.&lt;br /&gt;Now what you people have to do is to guess this lady?&lt;br /&gt;And yeah you are always welcome to drop in any kind of suggetion that you think I should work upon.:-)&lt;br /&gt;Would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-2181828046182325601?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/2181828046182325601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=2181828046182325601' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/2181828046182325601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/2181828046182325601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who??? :-)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RrtNCwzpGmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2GMNvLMsxSw/s72-c/Sush+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-4523066096175762847</id><published>2007-07-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:28:04.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuch bhi'/><title type='text'>Tagged for 8RF game....!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....Amrit has tagged me for this game, called 8RF.&lt;br /&gt;The rules are quiet simple viz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;**Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.&lt;br /&gt;***Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Random Facts about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have any photograph of mine till age one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I talk less and my mom says I have always been like this only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I got a double promotion when I entered in my III grade and so I directly got promoted to IV grade thereby skipped my III class....:-)...Lucky me...:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love music and I sing considerably well. [I think so.!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My ipod has a space of 60 GB out of which 36 GB is free. And yeah I am ready to donate it. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an Air Hostess but somebody told me that this job is equivalent to a high paid servant. You can imagine what "Servant" could mean to a little girl. And so ....ahh... my dream got shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a Computer engineer but I am too bad in coding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just love to design my dresses and I am a fashion freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ...done with the rule one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to tag 8 people...tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;a href="http://adgeek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ranu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://meenalmania.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meenal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://aks782.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jai&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.dipraj.org/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://desper8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avinash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;I know only 5 people to tag.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-4523066096175762847?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/4523066096175762847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=4523066096175762847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4523066096175762847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/4523066096175762847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-for-8rf-game.html' title='Tagged for 8RF game....!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-8033392044948912686</id><published>2007-06-14T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>The best answer to anger is SILENCE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnIoIyHw_tI/AAAAAAAAADU/NBhRkqbcEes/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnIoIyHw_tI/AAAAAAAAADU/NBhRkqbcEes/s320/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076163861358378706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;It can make up everything.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am down, I prefer silence.It gives me strength to come out of that situation.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get angry with someone, I prefer not to say a single word to that person. I think, its the person who should search for the answer as to why I am angry with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Is it correct to do?&lt;br /&gt;Would one ever think as to what has gone wrong with the other person?&lt;br /&gt;Does these things matter to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I simply don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I want to be remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna introspect......KEEP SILENCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-8033392044948912686?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/8033392044948912686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=8033392044948912686' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8033392044948912686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8033392044948912686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-answer-to-anger-is-silence.html' title='The best answer to anger is SILENCE.'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnIoIyHw_tI/AAAAAAAAADU/NBhRkqbcEes/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-8741346718538739846</id><published>2007-06-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Expectation kills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnF3xiHw_sI/AAAAAAAAADM/i2xtEu02CYM/s1600-h/07-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnF3xiHw_sI/AAAAAAAAADM/i2xtEu02CYM/s320/07-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075969947879931586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans' have this common tendency that we think a lot about almost everything or for that matter about nothing!We expect a lot from others. Parents expects from their children; teacher from student, friend from friend, GF/BF from BF/GF..oh its a long long list. And we always end up seeing ourselves in this whirlwind of hangups.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your success, I do feel its important to have expectations from yourself.But when it comes to relations, I think one should never ever expects from anyone, not even from your closest one. The thing that happens is, when we start making apprehensions naa, we start thinking from someone else's point of view. In the sense, that we start making assumptions as how he/she will react. And when it doesn't work the way we want, it hurts...it hurts big time.&lt;br /&gt;Its these catches that kills you at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Its always easy to say "Don't Expect", but at the same time it is the most toughest thing "Not to Expect".&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have made my mind and now I simply don't expect anything from anyone.Life is much more smooth now.&lt;br /&gt;But phir bhi, we always will say that so many apprehensions, so less time for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest.Just don't expect!&lt;br /&gt;Thats the mantra!&lt;br /&gt;Follow it and you will be the most happy person on this beautiful earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-8741346718538739846?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/8741346718538739846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=8741346718538739846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8741346718538739846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8741346718538739846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/06/expectation-kills.html' title='Expectation kills!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RnF3xiHw_sI/AAAAAAAAADM/i2xtEu02CYM/s72-c/07-012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7884510426133782912</id><published>2007-06-08T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:19.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Its going to change in few days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rmo71SHw_rI/AAAAAAAAADE/6TEmfwB4aOU/s1600-h/04006-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rmo71SHw_rI/AAAAAAAAADE/6TEmfwB4aOU/s320/04006-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073933716769799858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second last paper of the last semester of our grad life got over yesterday. Just four more days for the last paper and then......the time has come-my life is going to change-completely. I will never again get the same friends, the same life.&lt;br /&gt;Four beautiful years of my life and now it seems all is going to change in a blink of eye. I have made friends here....yeah friends for my whole life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have spent some of the bestest moments of my life with them.I have seen the ups and downs of life-through my eyes as well as through the eyes of my friends.I have learnt lessons- lessons for my life which will only help me in my future.If I go in my recap mode, then I find that there were so many things that I wanted, but couldn't/didn't do. In this flashback mode, I see all the time and talks and things that I have enjoyed with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is sinking in greatly.Life seems to be in the fast lane right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about my new life which will not be as carefree and full of fun as my present life but yeah would definitely be more challenging and exciting in its own ways. Its nothing but a mere hope or way which I have used to paint over all my apprehensions and feelings of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say," Life is all about moving forward,its always about to keep good old memories with you and keep moving ahead in life". This is life-you carry good old memories with you so that the past always seems like a beautiful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have kept this stand that I am not going to miss this phase of my life. But somewhere deep inside my heart, I do know that  I am going to miss it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all! For you people had made these 4 years of my college life,a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my friends and acquaintances, the best of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7884510426133782912?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7884510426133782912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7884510426133782912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7884510426133782912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7884510426133782912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-going-to-change-in-few-days.html' title='Its going to change in few days....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rmo71SHw_rI/AAAAAAAAADE/6TEmfwB4aOU/s72-c/04006-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-8051798001033044873</id><published>2007-05-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:19.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuch bhi'/><title type='text'>A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RlR1i25W_lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eapcSUEKE94/s1600-h/92590397_35c1ff7a3d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RlR1i25W_lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eapcSUEKE94/s320/92590397_35c1ff7a3d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067804722410749522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-z.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-z.html"&gt;really interesting. And so here I am, writing my own words that striked in my mind when I thought of ABCD......Z.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;pparel!!....Girls just love this in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;estiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;rror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;mmmm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;Pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;eans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;iss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;eace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uintessential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;elations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;neha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oyota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;...u???:=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;icissitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;-Factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all...I have a doubt..if two words comes in your mind for the same alphabet ..than??and you really mean both the things then???&lt;br /&gt;Well.....&lt;br /&gt;It was fun writing all this.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend's post who gave me this idea.&lt;br /&gt;You also try this..&lt;br /&gt;Its fun..&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-8051798001033044873?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/8051798001033044873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=8051798001033044873' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8051798001033044873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/8051798001033044873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-z.html' title='A to Z'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RlR1i25W_lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eapcSUEKE94/s72-c/92590397_35c1ff7a3d_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-1286847538213833593</id><published>2007-05-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:19.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Hope you Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RjgUpFkrxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/09ynO_v8Xa8/s1600-h/fun-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RjgUpFkrxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/09ynO_v8Xa8/s320/fun-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059816877453985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder&lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger&lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted&lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel same when you stand beside the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance, I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance&lt;br /&gt;Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they've worth takin'&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out, reconsider&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is for all those people who wants to live their life to the fullest, who don't want to live the past but want to live for the future, who believe in learning from the past and applying it to the future and to all those who drops in here at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Long live Life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to this life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-1286847538213833593?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/1286847538213833593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=1286847538213833593' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1286847538213833593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1286847538213833593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I Hope you Dance'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RjgUpFkrxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/09ynO_v8Xa8/s72-c/fun-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-5978080828614020681</id><published>2007-05-01T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:19.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Somethings can change your life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rjc0U1krxUI/AAAAAAAAACs/4ckPJp-e9Gg/s1600-h/water-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rjc0U1krxUI/AAAAAAAAACs/4ckPJp-e9Gg/s320/water-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059570238957012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am again back to the blogosphere after a long gap.&lt;br /&gt;Past few days of my life were different....they were hectic...though i didn't do anything that could be considered as work...but still they were hectic....for my mind....and yeah....the phase from which I have just gone through has taught me a big lesson.....a lesson for my life....atleast good at one part. A bit messed up life which is now at peace....( atleast for the time being, it is at peace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to learn more things about this life so that they can help me in my future,because mistakes are embarassing when they happen, but years later, we have a collection of mistakes, called experience, which leads us to Success.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write something interesting in the coming time.&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;ciao.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-5978080828614020681?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/5978080828614020681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=5978080828614020681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5978080828614020681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/5978080828614020681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/05/somethings-can-change-your-life.html' title='Somethings can change your life!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rjc0U1krxUI/AAAAAAAAACs/4ckPJp-e9Gg/s72-c/water-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7472249353360188068</id><published>2007-04-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:16:03.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Very True.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kehne ko sath apne ek duniya chalti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Par chhupke is dil mein tanhai palti hai.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas yaad sath hai.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the above lines depicts the philosophy of life in a very simple and touching words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above lines have been taken from a song of movie " Namaste London" sung by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan. I liked the song.&lt;br /&gt;Listen it to get the feel...[:-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13354520-7472249353360188068?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7472249353360188068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7472249353360188068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7472249353360188068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7472249353360188068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-true.html' title='Very True.!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-1252113908108342664</id><published>2007-04-13T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:07:41.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Just loved the words!</title><content type='html'>In dino,&lt;br /&gt;dil mera,&lt;br /&gt;mujhse hai keh raha,&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuuuu khwaab sajaa,&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuuuuuuu jeele jara,&lt;br /&gt;hai tujhe bhi ijajat,&lt;br /&gt;karle bhi tu mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;In dino,&lt;br /&gt;dil mera,&lt;br /&gt;mujhse hai keh raha,&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuu khwaab saja,&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuuuu jeele jara,&lt;br /&gt;hai tujhe bhi ijajat&lt;br /&gt;karle tu bhi mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berang si hai badi jindagi, kuch rang to bharun,&lt;br /&gt;Main apne tanhai ke vaste ab kuch to karun.&lt;br /&gt;Berang si hai badi jindagi, kuch rang to bharun,&lt;br /&gt;Main apne tanhai ke vaste ab kuch to karun.&lt;br /&gt;Jab mile thodi fursat-2&lt;br /&gt;Khud se kar le mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;Hai tujhe bhi ijajat,&lt;br /&gt;Kar le tu bhi mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usko chupakar main sabse kabhi,Main le chalun kahin durr.&lt;br /&gt;Ankhon ke pyalon se peeta rahu, uske chehre ka noor.&lt;br /&gt;Usko chupakar main sabse kabhi,Main le chalun kahin durr.&lt;br /&gt;Ankhon ke pyalon se peeta rahu, uske chehre ka noor.&lt;br /&gt;Is zamane se chup kar-2&lt;br /&gt;Puri kar lun main hasrat.&lt;br /&gt;Hai tujhe bhi ijajat,&lt;br /&gt;Kar le tu bhi mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil mera&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse hai keh raha&lt;br /&gt;Tuuuuu khwaab saza.&lt;br /&gt;Tuuuuu jee le zara&lt;br /&gt;Hai tujhe bhi ijajat,&lt;br /&gt;Kar le tu bhi mohabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above lines are the lyrics of a very beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;The song is from the latest movie of Anurag Basu " Life of a- Metro" and the music is given by Pritam.&lt;br /&gt;Really loved the words.&lt;br /&gt;Just listen it to get some enthu...[:-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-1252113908108342664?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/1252113908108342664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=1252113908108342664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1252113908108342664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1252113908108342664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-loved-words.html' title='Just loved the words!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-1487740863738721652</id><published>2007-03-06T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:22.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Have a look at those little things around you.....</title><content type='html'>Some more pics ...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    That's the pic of my book mark...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1wQX73E8I/AAAAAAAAACU/NGUNeyxIc0w/s1600-h/DSCN1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1wQX73E8I/AAAAAAAAACU/NGUNeyxIc0w/s320/DSCN1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038806984702759874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Different kind of flower!!![:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1vHn73E7I/AAAAAAAAACM/vhlqs_ysUI4/s1600-h/DSCN1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1vHn73E7I/AAAAAAAAACM/vhlqs_ysUI4/s320/DSCN1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038805734867276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Guess whats this...???[:-D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1uG373E6I/AAAAAAAAACE/rqeL6ALQRhU/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1uG373E6I/AAAAAAAAACE/rqeL6ALQRhU/s320/DSCN1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038804622470747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Again my book mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1svn73E5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/es7KEWsuSgM/s1600-h/DSCN1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1svn73E5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/es7KEWsuSgM/s320/DSCN1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038803123527160722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-1487740863738721652?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/1487740863738721652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=1487740863738721652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1487740863738721652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/1487740863738721652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/03/those-little-things-of-this-worldjust.html' title='Have a look at those little things around you.....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Re1wQX73E8I/AAAAAAAAACU/NGUNeyxIc0w/s72-c/DSCN1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7801147228858883850</id><published>2007-03-05T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Thru' the eyes of my lens....</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pics that I took while on a break from my college....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Kailashnatha Temple at Ellora Caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevaZoy7jHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JauYmWXsZMk/s1600-h/DSCN1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevaZoy7jHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JauYmWXsZMk/s320/DSCN1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038360742126652530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Purple-the color of calmness.[:-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevYAoy7jGI/AAAAAAAAABs/p1cDTL5XfNE/s1600-h/DSCN1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevYAoy7jGI/AAAAAAAAABs/p1cDTL5XfNE/s320/DSCN1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038358113606667362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Windows XP ishtyle!![:-D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevWC4y7jEI/AAAAAAAAABc/KLuZDgWHvnA/s1600-h/DSCN1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevWC4y7jEI/AAAAAAAAABc/KLuZDgWHvnA/s320/DSCN1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038355953238117442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;My favo pic!! Just try it as your wallpaper.I am sure it would look good on your comp as       well.![:-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevVGoy7jDI/AAAAAAAAABU/j7bhUgybQ_w/s1600-h/DSCN1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevVGoy7jDI/AAAAAAAAABU/j7bhUgybQ_w/s320/DSCN1392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038354918150999090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7801147228858883850?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7801147228858883850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7801147228858883850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7801147228858883850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7801147228858883850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/03/thru-eyes-of-my-lens.html' title='Thru&apos; the eyes of my lens....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RevaZoy7jHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JauYmWXsZMk/s72-c/DSCN1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7479182910686291178</id><published>2007-03-01T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:37:13.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Nike Cricket Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/Ib3WSzJyqVQ" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/Ib3WSzJyqVQ" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gr8 ad!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7479182910686291178?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7479182910686291178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7479182910686291178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7479182910686291178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7479182910686291178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/03/nike-cricket-crazy.html' title='Nike Cricket Crazy'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6354425399527936057</id><published>2007-03-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:37:36.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Lessons to be learnt for a better living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somethings which we all must have learnt. If not then we must learn it NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you should always leave your loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter  how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that  maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other and just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that the people you care about the most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-6354425399527936057?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6354425399527936057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6354425399527936057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6354425399527936057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6354425399527936057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/03/lessons-to-be-learnt-for-better-living.html' title='Lessons to be learnt for a better living.'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7115593420836459607</id><published>2007-01-11T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Eyes can speak.[:-)]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac_6_8WYmI/AAAAAAAAABE/vr-OR_dxEd8/s1600-h/aish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac_6_8WYmI/AAAAAAAAABE/vr-OR_dxEd8/s320/aish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019050592557228642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about making a sketch without giving shades to it??&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Batao to zara kaun hai??[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7115593420836459607?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7115593420836459607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7115593420836459607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7115593420836459607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7115593420836459607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-about-making-sketch-without-giving.html' title='Eyes can speak.[:-)]'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac_6_8WYmI/AAAAAAAAABE/vr-OR_dxEd8/s72-c/aish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6744145032825053347</id><published>2007-01-11T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac4Hf8WYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NwNzSyzeYI4/s1600-h/Life+shows+you+many+faces.tif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac4Hf8WYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NwNzSyzeYI4/s320/Life+shows+you+many+faces.tif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019042011212571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. You want to know why.Well, one reason is that my exams are over.[:-)]&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is finally after so long time I am doing all those activities which always excites me and one such activity is sketching. You know naa??&lt;br /&gt;Well....here's one sketch that I made some time back but got the time to upload it now only.Should I tell you the main reason why I didn't upload this for all these days?Ummm....okey...the reason is I didn't install my scanner on my comp.[:-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey do feel free to drop a line here regarding the corrections in this sketch if you feel something.&lt;br /&gt;Would definitely try to work on those suggestions next time.[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-6744145032825053347?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6744145032825053347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6744145032825053347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6744145032825053347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6744145032825053347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-all-i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/Rac4Hf8WYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NwNzSyzeYI4/s72-c/Life+shows+you+many+faces.tif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-6931297229181403450</id><published>2006-12-05T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>How true it is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXZHHR9DPeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K7GChTm9DNQ/s1600-h/05002-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXZHHR9DPeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K7GChTm9DNQ/s320/05002-225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005266226273009122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An unknown Confederate soldier wrote the following Prayer depicting his attitude towards life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked for health, that I might do greater things;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked for riches, that I might be happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was given poverty, that I might be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked for power, that I might have the praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of men;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was given weakness, that I might feel the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;need of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got nothing that I asked for-but everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                            I had hoped for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     were answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        I am among all men, most richly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't agree more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13354520-6931297229181403450?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/6931297229181403450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=6931297229181403450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6931297229181403450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/6931297229181403450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-true-it-is.html' title='How true it is!!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXZHHR9DPeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K7GChTm9DNQ/s72-c/05002-225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-7658546160901818727</id><published>2006-12-03T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:39:13.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuch bhi'/><title type='text'>A rambling note</title><content type='html'>Its a pretty nice weather here.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good start of my day and kept myself busying in reading novel all through the day.Lately I have started "Freedom at Midnight" by Dominique Lappierre and Larry Collins.Quite a good novel till page and I hope its going to be worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah did I tell you that I have become a Coffee freak from past few days?&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not like that I was not but yeah the case was I didn't like to have it so often but now the case is totally opposite.I just can't live up my day without it.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing....I just love to have it at CCD and that too at 10.30pm....[:P]&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to get back to my dear book. She is waiting for me, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till time,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-7658546160901818727?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/7658546160901818727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=7658546160901818727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7658546160901818727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/7658546160901818727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/12/rambling-note.html' title='A rambling note'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-9041649761570911021</id><published>2006-12-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGV2h9DPdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eEcl40YPOfg/s1600-h/05002-150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGV2h9DPdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eEcl40YPOfg/s320/05002-150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003945425045241298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WAITING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      I stay my haste, I make delays, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                            For what avails this eager pace?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;I stand amid the eternal ways &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           And what is mine shall know my face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;Asleep, awake, by night or day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           The friends I seek are seeking me;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;No wind can drive my bark astray,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           Nor change the tide of destiny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;What matter if I stand alone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           I wait with joy the coming years;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;My heart shall reap where it hath sown,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           And garner up its fruit of tears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;The waters know their own, and draw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           The brook that springs in yonder heights;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;strong&gt;So flows the good with equal law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           Unto the soul of pure delights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;The stars come nightly to the sky;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           The tidal wave comes to the sea;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                            Can keep my own away from me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                                                                                                                              John Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-9041649761570911021?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/9041649761570911021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=9041649761570911021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/9041649761570911021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/9041649761570911021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/12/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGV2h9DPdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eEcl40YPOfg/s72-c/05002-150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-3716020002519271796</id><published>2006-12-02T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:23.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGKTB9DPcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Is-Cpl2HvzU/s1600-h/05002-278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGKTB9DPcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Is-Cpl2HvzU/s320/05002-278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003932720531979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past few days, I am conversing a lot more often with some of my friends and the talks are nothing special but just usual-go-on-kind of talks.&lt;br /&gt;One reason could be a few months more for my graduation.All my close buddies, would moseyed through their individual ways of life and will get scattered for varied reasons.This mere feeling of getting away from them brings shiver in my body.But again, life's like that only.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I wonder how casually we use this word 'Friend'? Its so natural for us to call anybody as our friend even if we have talked to that person only for once.&lt;br /&gt;How do you seggregate the 'friends' who can really act as a shoulder to lean on from the ones who won't even answer your calls when you need them the most? The term 'friend' is being used pretty loosely.I mean, you enjoy talking to someone thats ok but what really counts for me is how much can I trust the person. I may not make a ton of friends that way but I know that the ones I have made, I can trust them throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;I think "making friends" isn't just about getting people to commit to you, its also about your commitment levels to them. If I care for a person, I do expect the same from the other person also. Its always about mutual understanding between two people.&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that honesty is the most important ingrediant in any relationship. If you are actually pals with someone, let that person know, if you are not, let him/her know that too.One would always be comfortable with whom one is able to connect.&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, if you feel something more other than friendship for someone, clarify it on the firstly basis.Few years down the lane, you should not have regret for not saying the thing you wanted to say.Afterall you never know, whats written there in your account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here the cliche is Never never compromise on your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, yet again I assay my aught,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Never forget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                     A FRIEND is one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                         who can UNDERSTAND your PAST,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                      BELIEVE in your FUTURE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                          and ACCEPTS your TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, its high time to get back to my offlate interest.[:P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-3716020002519271796?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/3716020002519271796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=3716020002519271796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/3716020002519271796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/3716020002519271796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/12/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubTObpjpUAY/RXGKTB9DPcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Is-Cpl2HvzU/s72-c/05002-278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-115864523149039187</id><published>2006-09-18T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:40:29.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You will love this!</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I am back here in this world of blog after a long long time and the reason is I was desperate to write something(read anything) and so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy reading poems and have tried my hands too in this field and for the past few days I am getting more inclined towards this love of mine i.e. reading and writing poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that only poems have that magic in their words that they can fill you with excitement, enthusiasm and thrill.Poems are my best companions. Whenever, I feel low and discouraged, they are the one who helped me out from that situation. The way one plays with the words while writing a verse excites me a lot and it gives immense satisfaction and encouragement and also a feeling that yes I have that capability in me that I can reach to that ultimate zenith and achieve whatever I want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing but the magic of those beautiful words that are binded together to make an ultimate piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, I read this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After every solitary night,&lt;br /&gt;  The sun will shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;All that happens is for your good,&lt;br /&gt;  So never ceases to give a try&lt;br /&gt;For behind every dark cloud,&lt;br /&gt;  There is a highlighted sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop these tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;  And many will reach to wipe your sigh&lt;br /&gt;In the area of pain, hearts merge&lt;br /&gt;  And compassion reveals it true worth&lt;br /&gt;Hope always ripens into one's well being&lt;br /&gt;  Isn't autumn followed by spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing great in that routine&lt;br /&gt; Unless you part how will you miss?&lt;br /&gt;True love strikes, when not before this eye&lt;br /&gt; And as you meet, the joy will multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may swim the bat and&lt;br /&gt;  Still lose the game, but&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the loss, there may be some gain&lt;br /&gt;  Only when you fall, you learn to stand&lt;br /&gt;And the victory becomes truly divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't curse troubles as it teaches to pray&lt;br /&gt;  And once you are through you know,&lt;br /&gt;There's a GOD and great is his way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I repeat,&lt;br /&gt;  Whatever happens is for your benefit.&lt;br /&gt;It's the reality of life, you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;  For a new soul is born,&lt;br /&gt;Only when the other bids GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is simply beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-115864523149039187?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/115864523149039187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=115864523149039187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/115864523149039187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/115864523149039187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-will-love-this.html' title='You will love this!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-114966342380428539</id><published>2006-06-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:41:33.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On a serious note'/><title type='text'>More than a game.</title><content type='html'>Just 3 more days to go and the much awaited ball will start rolling on June 9 in Munich with the opening match between Germany and Costa Rica. The biggest soccer event, FIFA World Cup, may just a game for some but for some football is far more than just another game.&lt;br /&gt;Be it a land of Pele, Brazil or Maradona's land, Argentina or the town of downward glances football is just not a game either.&lt;br /&gt;For the Marxist philosopher Janus Mazursky,"&lt;em&gt;Football is a religion in Brazil, that unifies a nation ravaged by many ills."&lt;/em&gt; For the average Brazilians the national football players are gods and the mood of the nation rests on the performance of their star players.When it comes to soccer, Brazilians stand united despite its deep-seated equality problems and poverty, the government corruption scandals,the low salaries and unemployment. Despite of all these problems, it continues to be the world leader in football.&lt;br /&gt;During the world cup, big screens will be erected in street corners and pubs, while offices will close four hours before the start of every match Brazil plays. The Sub-way Metro plans to increase the frequency of trains during that period to enable people to reach their destination.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, for the next few weeks the land of Pele and Samba will run high on patriotism and festivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which side you belong to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina will play against IvoryCoast on June 10 in Hamburg. Well, this will not be a must-see world cup match for most of the Germans, but in the small town of Herzogenaurach, a decades-old feud will be played out on the pitch when they meet on June 10.&lt;br /&gt;This small town, known as the " town of downward glances" is a home of two famous sportswear makers, Adidas and Puma. Argentina is sponsered by Adidas while IvoryCoast is sponsered by Puma and here at this place-bitter rivals founded by two brothers who fell out almost 60 years ago and never made up.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, here in Herzogenaurach, the shoes you wear are the statement of which side you belong to.&lt;br /&gt;For decades, life in the town has been defined by the two sports wear brands, making some places no go areas for people with the "wrong" shoes. And can you imagine, so strict is the line that locals claim even marriages between Adidas and Puma families were rare until the 1970s!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you get the reason why its not just another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Its just more than a game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-114966342380428539?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/114966342380428539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=114966342380428539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/114966342380428539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/114966342380428539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-than-game.html' title='More than a game.'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113819516471189554</id><published>2006-01-25T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:41:52.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The sands of time...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I am almost a half engineer now(results yet to come)! One and a half years more to go and I'll be a complete engineer.Never had an idea that the sands of time would move so fast and as I stroll down memory lane, I found that things have really changed, my way of taking things, my attitude towards life, towards people....almost everything.That farewell party , those starting days of my college, these are still vivid like the fresh carpet of lilac.There came situations which were a deja vu for me, for which I felt that this has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;I have made F.R.I.E.N.D.S here, yes friends for life. I have seen the highs of frustration and lows in morale...:-D But, have learnt how to cope with it. I have made friends here who taught me to be happy, no matter what. Friends who taught me to handle situations which can be really tricky. Friends who help me in all matters. Friends who encourage me to do what I love. I just hope I stand upto their expectations. But apart from all this, there is also one thing that I have learnt here....You can't choose somebody to be your friend.We interact with many people on the day-to-day basis.We find some interesting and some not.Everytime we talk to them(interesting one) we get to know a fraction more about them and if our inclination towards different things is at the same angle then a natural liking for each other develops there. On the other hand, if one desperately wants someone to be one's friend then there may be the case that he/she doesn't care for you. Then, what??&lt;br /&gt;We have heard of this surely," It is not the quantity that matters, it is the quality that matters." One may have hundreds of friends quantitavely but only two or three qualitatively and they are your real true friends. I am lucky that I have got some of those special friends here only.Knock the wood.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing which I got to know lately is that start caring for those who care for you and not for those whom you care.You should care a person whom you like but it may be possible that at the end of the day you may lose that person who cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;I have realised all these things lately...:-) Till now I have some beautiful memories in my life account to cherish them without paying any interest and more are waiting to come in my account, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;And as it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything has changed in a blink of eye,&lt;br /&gt;But more to go as time flies by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113819516471189554?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113819516471189554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113819516471189554' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113819516471189554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113819516471189554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/01/sands-of-time.html' title='The sands of time...'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113690260379966681</id><published>2006-01-10T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:42:14.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On a serious note'/><title type='text'>Choice is ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;You plan to go out with your friends, an old sake calls you and asks you to fix up a meeting in the evening;you clench your fists. A colleague takes credit for your ideas;you feel cheated. You get stuck in the traffic; you start loosing your temper. You call your girlfriend to tell her you are stuck at a meeting; she bangs the phone down on you and you go red with rage.....The list is endless; the common factor is anger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The more complicated your life gets; the more people you interact with on a daily basis, the more incidents occur that can irritate, annoy, incense, madden, infuriate, and enrage. Anger and its cousins are permanent residents of your emotional landscape.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What's the basic reason behind all these known and common reactions? The reason is people are not getting what they want; things are not in their control.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anger is dangerous. This can devastate lives, destroy relationships, disrupt work, cloud effective thinking, and ruin futures. This can put you in depression and that depression may lead you to take any haste and dangerous step which can ruin your life and other's lives who are related to you in someway or the other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its not that you do not want to do anything with your anger by giving lame excuses like "I know, this is not good but still I have no control over this".But just saying this won't do anything. You need to put efforts to get rid of this or to have a good control over yourself so that you can face any facer patiently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A little effort and self-control can make this powerfull emotion powerless. If things are going out of way and you are not in a position to grab your hands to control the situation, then the only option left  is to have patience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For some, anger fuels their blazing performance. If we bottle it up, we smoulder and erupt, it may engulf us. The choice is ours, use it as a source of change, accept it as a course corrector and you will make it powerfully powerless.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113690260379966681?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113690260379966681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113690260379966681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113690260379966681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113690260379966681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2006/01/choice-is-ours.html' title='Choice is ours'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113422319736518838</id><published>2005-12-10T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:42:36.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>My all time fav....</title><content type='html'>Here's the other one that I made yesterday.One of my all time fav till date....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2187/1170/640/%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2187/1170/320/%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113422319736518838?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113422319736518838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113422319736518838' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113422319736518838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113422319736518838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-all-time-fav.html' title='My all time fav....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113418752251781129</id><published>2005-12-09T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:43:01.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Sketching-My life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new sketch that I made yesterday after a long long time.I hope all the visitors to my blog will like this and if not, then their suggestions and comments are most welcome....:- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2187/1170/640/scan%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2187/1170/320/scan%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113418752251781129?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113418752251781129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113418752251781129' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113418752251781129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113418752251781129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/12/sketching-my-life.html' title='Sketching-My life'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113324758236985384</id><published>2005-11-28T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:43:25.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On a serious note'/><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Aaj Tak, again for the fifth consecutive year, has won the Best News Channel Award.” I know &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this has become month old news but I want to know what is so special in this news channel that it has again won this award?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What Aaj Tak do? It has a preference for circumlocutory the same news rather than forthright expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now just take the last day incident that was on the air. ( Plz do not kill me if you are a die-hard fan of Mr. Amitabh Bachchan.) I agree it was shocking news for all of us that, The King of Bollywood, Mr. Amitabh Bachchan had got admitted in the hospital. Our blessings are there with him. We all Indians adulate him like anything and no doubt it is normal for any Indian to take this news seriously. After all, for some he is a role model and his 14-15 films are there on the floor which will be on air by next year. So, definitely it was a serious matter for the public and a lot more serious for the producers of his movies in which he is working(he had a stomach ache.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I am not able to understand one thing why these news channels especially Aaj Tak made this a big issue. For Aaj Tak, it was breaking news and for the whole evening till late into the night, they showed only this on their channel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has won the fifth ODI against &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in Mumbai wasn’t a big news for them. Uma Bharti again started lamenting about Shivraj Singh Chauhan being elected as the new Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh by the members of legislative assembly and elite party members, wasn’t a big news for them. What was the BIG NEWS?-BIG B IN HOSPITAL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Same was the case with Star News and India TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arrey, doctors have said this thing already that Mr. Bachchan is perfectly alright. He came to the hospital just for the routine checkup and there is nothing to worry about that. Then, why does this MSM not want to understand this simple and little thing? And this is not for the first time that they are making a small issue a big one. Remember, that whole Greg Chappell and Sourav Ganguly issue, that wasn’t so much a big thing but finally it ended up  becoming a topic for National debate, Thanks to the news channels especially these Hindi news channels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can anybody tell me, on what basis the news channels get these BIG NAME AWARDS?? On the other hand, the English news channels like NDTV, CNBC, and Headlines Today, who believe in telling and showing the right news in a right way and that too with forthright expression, never get any.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These Hindi news channels have caught the pulse of Indians and they know this very well that we Indians love to hear good things, to be more precise &lt;i&gt;masaledar khabar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, one thing is for sure if you want to irritate somebody just tell them to watch these awarded channels or if you yourself want to get irritated, again watch out the same. And what would be the result? a little information and lots of painkillers for your headache…&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13354520-113324758236985384?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113324758236985384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113324758236985384' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113324758236985384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113324758236985384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/11/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS.....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113164303790646497</id><published>2005-11-10T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:43:49.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On a serious note'/><title type='text'>Occult Numbers</title><content type='html'>Secretly, many people are a little superstitious about numbers.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen is unlucky;&lt;/span&gt; for some, Friday the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th&lt;/span&gt; is an inauspicious day and there should never be 13 at table.On the other hand, three is a lucky number-except that bad luck always comes in three.!!&lt;br /&gt;Many people also have their own personal lucky number: the number of the house they were born in, or a number that has proved lucky before and may bring more good fortune in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Few people would admit to taking these beliefs seriously. But they are relics of the ancient and once highly regarded art of numerology- the belief that numbers hold some hidden knowledge about the world, that they can reveal the future or concealed aspects of a person's character.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have an idea how actually the numerologists find the number associated with a particular word but just to remind you all let me tell you what exactly they do. To find the number associated with a particular word, the number corresponding to the letters are added together. Each time the resulting number is more than 9, the two digits are added together.For example,if the total is 15, 1 and 5 are then added together to give 6.&lt;br /&gt;According to numerologists, each number between 1 and 9 has its own significance.The number one signifies dominance and leadership; two, gentleness,kindness, and lack of ambition.Three is the most "extrovert" number, denoting intelligence, creativity, and wit.Four is the number of fairness, organisation, dependability, and attention to detail.Five is brilliance, cleverness, and impatience.Six is perhaps the "happiest" number, signifying tranquility, balance, loyality, sincerity, and conscientiousness.Seven is the number of the loner, the philosopher, the mystic.Eight represents worldly success-and egocentricity.Nine stands for the height of intellectual and spiritual achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Now on this basis what numerologists suggests.They believe that when this system is applied to an individual's full name, it reveals the true nature of the personality, the characteristics that influence decisions taken throughout life.Applied to nickname, it indicates what other people think of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;Well all said and done, now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my question is does it really works???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As far as my case is concerned, my date of birth is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so called unlucky number by the numerologists,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but for me 13 is my lucky number.And how a number can reveal the true nature of one's personality???Seriously, I am not able to digest this whole number fundaa.And can you believe this system can be applied to dates as well and gives an indication of what will happen on a particular date or in a particular year.Now it is seriously bouncing off from my head.Just because it works with some,can we make it universal?But the reality is- people  believe on this system like anything.Infact, their each and every future action depends on this only.&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be superstitious to quiet an extent but  to take each and every move with this is not good. I know, I have no rite to say these things because each one of us have different believes and ideas but still this question is.....&lt;br /&gt;Finally I would say this is just a way to boost up your confidence level like ur sum is this and so you are like this and that and all that stuff and if you do like this then something good will happen with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;I would say just WORK YOUR LIFE.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113164303790646497?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113164303790646497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113164303790646497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113164303790646497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113164303790646497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/11/occult-numbers.html' title='Occult Numbers'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113145403030567576</id><published>2005-11-08T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:44:22.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Titles make no sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nigahen nigahon se milakar to dekho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nayen logo se rishta banakar to dekho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hasraten dil mein dabane se kya haasil hoga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Khule honth hilakar to dekho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Khamoshi ke gammon ke liye khwahish jaroori hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ye vishwas banakar to dekho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jo hai dil mein us se kar do bayan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Khud ko ekbar jata kar to dekho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aasmaan simat jayega tumhare aagosh mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chahat ki baahein phela kar to dekho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DIL KI BAAT BATAKAR TO DEKHO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How easy it is to say  "DIL KI BAAT BATAKAR TO DEKHO".Isn't it??But tell this thing to a rejected lover with sympathy(or empathy,ur wish), I m sure he would love to slap you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, jokes apart, I know it is not that easy to express your so called "Dil ki baat" but again it is not that tough.The whole poem is trying to convey that just say whatever is there in ur mind.And I totally agree with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, If you have something in your heart,in your mind, doesn't matter what the issue is, just say it.It will help u only and not anyone else.It will help you to solve your problem or to be more precise "mann halka ho jayega".This life is too short to fight on trifle issues or to live with some burden on your heart.Just have this in mind and live your life to the fullest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113145403030567576?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113145403030567576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113145403030567576' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113145403030567576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113145403030567576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-titles-make-no-sense.html' title='Sometimes Titles make no sense'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-113137858183214185</id><published>2005-11-07T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:44:45.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Keep Discovering</title><content type='html'>When did last time you did something for the first time??&lt;br /&gt;Hey,its not a question that suddenly flashes in front of my eyes but is something which we should think about.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u the origin of this question.A few days back, after a long time, I was watching the Discovery Channel, and as usual in between those irritating (not all) commercials.And then came this commercial which starts with the question "When did last time you did something for the first time?"&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,what was my condition at that time?-I GOT STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,to my memory, I don't remember when did last time I did something for the first time!!And I am sure you all will also get stuck 'coz we never think (or never try to think) of these so called (for many of us) little things.We only believe in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just Do It"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a case with you,with me that we always do the things which we like to do but never think of whether we are doing it for the first time or for the second time or....Infact, this question never comes in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;But if we seriously think about this, then, it is just a matter of discovering yourself or we can say experimenting yourself with the first experience.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those childhood days, when we always wanted to experiment with new things just to feel that satisfaction that yes we have done it.Same is the case here also. It is just that we have forgot to enjoy those lill things that mattered a lot when we were a child, we have forgot those lill, funny experiments that gave us immense pleasure and satisfaction.And the reason is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-we have stopped discovering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, its fun to do something for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;So, just do it from soup to nuts and get back to your childhood days and enjoy each and every moment of your life because this life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in discovering yourself and so KEEP DISCOVERING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-113137858183214185?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/113137858183214185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=113137858183214185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113137858183214185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/113137858183214185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/11/keep-discovering.html' title='Keep Discovering'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-112929209844106621</id><published>2005-10-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T05:27:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice naa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey all...here is something interesting I came across while reading a novel by R.L.Stevenson.Hope you all will like .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If beams from happy human eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have moved me not;&lt;br /&gt;If morning skies,&lt;br /&gt;Books,and my food,and summer rain&lt;br /&gt;Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:-&lt;br /&gt;Lord,Thy most pointed pleasure take&lt;br /&gt;And stab my spirit broad awake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice naa???.....:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-112929209844106621?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/112929209844106621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=112929209844106621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112929209844106621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112929209844106621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-naa.html' title='Nice naa....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-112914300479569282</id><published>2005-10-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:02:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know....</title><content type='html'>I have realized this for quiet a few days now that things are changing.The way of accepting and taking the things,the way of judging a person in front of you and above all,my own perspective towards life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,why is this happening,may be, my fate wants me to look upon the things,like this only.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,but one thing is for sure, these all concomitants have made me more practical...seriously....:-)&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a very common thing with every normal person that he or she doesn't know how life is taking its shape.&lt;br /&gt;You never know,what would happen with you,the very next moment.You never know,what type of people, you would encounter in a short span of your life.You never know, how and when someone gets hurt(intentionally or unintentionally),you never know.....&lt;br /&gt;But if we look upon the positive side of this,then definitely this "YOU NEVER KNOW" would really make you realize those things which otherwise you even wouldn't try to know.&lt;br /&gt;I have often heard people lamenting and complaining for things which they already have and some even do the same with what they do not have.&lt;br /&gt;Saying this that I have got a bone to pick with you,is quiet easy but to say that I'll eat my hat, is really difficult because it is not an easy task to convince others,no matter how correct you are.&lt;br /&gt;The situations that have arisen in past few days,have really made me to think whether I am right or wrong.But again YOU NEVER KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;Quiet confused.Isn't it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-112914300479569282?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/112914300479569282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=112914300479569282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112914300479569282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112914300479569282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-never-know.html' title='You never know....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-112697140508903260</id><published>2005-09-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:49:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS.....</title><content type='html'>It was getting to be 4 AM in the morning.I was completely engrossed in my dreamworld, when suddenly my eyes opened....A complete darkness and silence was there both in my room and in my mind.I don't remember what had happened but something must have happened,that drove me away from my dream world.&lt;br /&gt;I came out of my room in the balcony, standing there, trying to recollect my dream....And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Moon was falling&lt;br /&gt;The Sun was rising&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Was leaving her stole...&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but my mind?&lt;br /&gt;What's there in that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;That silence was killing me, not the one of my ambience but the one of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;And then, standing there, I drove myself again into the world of dreams and reality,thinking what the dreams "are", not what the dream "was"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DREAMS - &lt;/span&gt;a cherished desire, an aspiration, something wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;But what if we are not able to recollect the tiny pieces of our shattered dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly remember a single night's dream but daydreams?&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams are a part of my life.I just can't live without them as they are the source of my inspiration, my desires. They tell me where I stand in this arcane world...&lt;br /&gt;They tell me, I am here coz I want to see myself there where I want to be 'coz I believe in my dreams, I live for my dreams, I work for my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Some say dreams are a fantastic but vain hope...&lt;br /&gt;Quiet true, but only for those who don't know how to realize their own hopes and desires, who don't know the mere difference between &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DREAMS &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are our desires, our perception, our way of accepting the things, our perspective towards the life .&lt;br /&gt;And reality.....&lt;br /&gt;Reality is to work on our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;We do live in our dreams, we live here in this beautiful world, which itself is a REALITY, to work on our dreams....&lt;br /&gt;This is just what I feel...&lt;br /&gt;And now as I look at the bright red rising sun, smiling at the world,greeting the world,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the words by Arundhati Roy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There's no time to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I heard her say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cash your dreams before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dying all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lose your dreams and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will lose your mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so I am back here into the world of reality 'coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I have miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before I sleep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-112697140508903260?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/112697140508903260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=112697140508903260' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112697140508903260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112697140508903260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreams.html' title='DREAMS.....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-112460564717215633</id><published>2005-08-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T11:05:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPELLOSYNDROME</title><content type='html'>How would you pronounce 'JHANKAR BEATS'?U will say what a stupid question..Ok now how would u pronounce 'GHATOTHKACH'?Again a very very very stupid question...Now one more last thing to do, just interchange 'G' and 'J'.What did u observe? The words become 'GHANKAR BEATS' and 'JHATOTHKACH',right?Now say these new interchanged words loudly and u will definitely get the difference,infact ,the same,when Mr.PyareMohan (Chupke-Chupke) had asked this question to his jijaji "If 'GO' is 'GO',then why 'TO' is '2'?"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now got it what I wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;To be more precise,I am talking about a syndrome  called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPELLOSYNDROME&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;This 'SPELLOSYNDROME',an idiosyncrasy,affected one of my FRIEND so badly,in the sense, that she even didn't get the very idea,when this syndrome had attacked her cranium(basically this affects ur brain)!&lt;br /&gt;Now u people will ask,what this syndrome actually do?&lt;br /&gt;What happens, this syndrome first grabs ur brain and then it makes u feel so natural while u r writing that it becomes impossible to distinguish the RIGHT and the WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;For example &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mughe samagh mein nahi aaya"&lt;/span&gt;( I didn't get it).Here ,grammatically the sentence is correct but just check out the spelling of 'mughe' and 'samagh'.It should be 'J' instead of 'G',right?&lt;br /&gt;Right,this become a habit and habit is habit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYMPTOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am giving a list of alphabets which are prone to this syndrome,they are 'G','J','C','K' and 'H'(this is my observation!!)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good u r in spelling,u'll definitely do the mistakes with one of these alphabets (now it depends on person to person).&lt;br /&gt;This is the only symptom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Consult your FRIENDS whenever u do these kinda mistakes.I am sure you all must have some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very caring F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt; who will tell you what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; and what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Doctors are seriously putting their efforts but till now they haven't got any success...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry,this is curable and it won't affect u badly.Just be careful while u r writing and that's it...&lt;br /&gt;So cheers and be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least,do thank your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND &lt;/span&gt;in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very special MANNER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-112460564717215633?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/112460564717215633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=112460564717215633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112460564717215633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112460564717215633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/08/spellosyndrome.html' title='SPELLOSYNDROME'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13354520.post-112390796992799928</id><published>2005-08-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:39:29.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U just can't live without them...</title><content type='html'>We inherit our relatives by birth;friends ,we earn by choice.May be the very reason a handful of friends count much more than a cent relatives.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of love,moments of caring,stupid fights,shoulders to cry,to be together in pain,an ear to listen,a voice to comfort,a bond to cherish,a shoulder for support.A relation that knows no boundaries,one that supersedes all dissimilarities.That's what FRIENDSHIP is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Today,as we look back upon this wonderful relationship,glimpses of many a memorable moments fly by our eyes.Times we were flat broke,and our pals came to our rescue,bunked classes just to watch stupid movies, going to theater just after the first paper of the end sem,accepted calls in the middle of the night,a big party for a very small achievement and many more...&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I still hv two more years to enjoy all this before leaving my college but ya the memories will always be there to cherish.As the famous quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson goes:"It is one of the blessings of old friends that u can afford to be stupid with them."&lt;br /&gt;Such is the value of true friends that somebody once remarked,"Love is rarer than genius itself.And friendship, rarer than love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13354520-112390796992799928?l=sneha13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/feeds/112390796992799928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13354520&amp;postID=112390796992799928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112390796992799928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13354520/posts/default/112390796992799928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneha13.blogspot.com/2005/08/u-just-cant-live-without-them.html' title='U just can&apos;t live without them...'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411792215065729801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
