<?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-6105640951377076339</id><updated>2011-07-13T17:02:40.941+05:30</updated><category term='Oxford Bookstore'/><category term='Confused'/><category term='Men and Women'/><category term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><category term='J K  Rowling'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Lust List'/><category term='MeMe'/><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Slideshow'/><category term='Plagiarism'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Gajraula'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Aging'/><category term='Deception'/><category term='News'/><category term='Pen Pals'/><category term='My World'/><category term='Forecasts'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='God'/><category term='Woodland'/><category term='Bleh'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Lights'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Action'/><category term='Interests'/><category term='Views'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Assignment'/><category term='Dedication'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Perception'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='Note'/><category term='Cha Bar'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Taare Zameen Par'/><category term='BlogThings'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Fashion Freak'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2351134430467561574</id><published>2010-06-30T10:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:40:16.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Sharing my Endeavours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...Long time I agree...but sure this time I am gonna share a great news with ya all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting into Freelancing and currently working on a Movie Project which is a part of a Short Fill Series, being Produced by &lt;a href="http://endangeredtruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robert Vollrath&lt;/a&gt;. He also talked about it in a post, which you can read here in his post&lt;a href="http://endangeredtruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/gone-to-hollywood.html"&gt; Gone to Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;, where he also mentioned me being a part of his Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys I am just too too excited about this and really looking upto it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me all the luck..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-2351134430467561574?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2351134430467561574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2351134430467561574&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2351134430467561574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2351134430467561574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/06/sharing-my-endeavours.html' title='Sharing my Endeavours'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4053529855019399286</id><published>2010-05-15T17:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:25:33.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Finally...!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, its all gonna be over...over for ever and ever...&lt;div&gt;I am so happy finally to take this decision of stepping out of it. It had actually been enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sense of being free of that every itch  and pain is so relieving..phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys I just need a tad bit of your wishes and wishes, as I step out in this new world with new challenges awaiting me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as i go ahead to follow my dreams and passions, I would just like to say to you all - Its never too late to do what you really want to do in life, coz after a while no money or luxury could ever keep you happy, if you are not doing what you are actually meant to be doing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Find something you love to do and you'll never have to work a day in your life. - C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-4053529855019399286?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4053529855019399286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4053529855019399286&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4053529855019399286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4053529855019399286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4950176565202562474</id><published>2010-04-02T23:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:43:27.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Be your own Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/S7YzhNVW_vI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgCqSGaTwDQ/s1600/26rne-C7KT_33967951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/S7YzhNVW_vI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgCqSGaTwDQ/s200/26rne-C7KT_33967951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604644213882610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;Why is life so unpredictable, one moment you just don't have to think twice to know.. all is cool and calm and just then the other second it gives you a jolt, bringing you back to reality that after all its not all that rosy. &lt;div&gt;Living the life you want, feeling the rhythm in your soul, singing along the theme you go by your own way, not knowing that this might  just be an another role you are putting up to hide yourself. To hide every ounce of emotion from you. A new face for every beat, a new role for everyone. Hiding yourself even from your own single self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it get tiring..???// Why can't you be just you or are these pretensions no longer a foreign particle, they have penetrated so deep inside your skin and they have become a part of you or rather become you..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Images by: Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-4950176565202562474?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4950176565202562474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4950176565202562474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4950176565202562474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4950176565202562474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-your-own-song.html' title='Be your own Song...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/S7YzhNVW_vI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgCqSGaTwDQ/s72-c/26rne-C7KT_33967951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7339134456423670370</id><published>2010-03-14T18:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:55:26.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><title type='text'>Your Driving Force...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marcandangel.com/images/fairy-tales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.marcandangel.com/images/fairy-tales.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on my bed with the laptop resting on my lap...thinking and thinking and trying to finally spill out some sensible words on the word doc, but yet again I find my mind going blank after a few insensible lines...&lt;div&gt;After hours of writing and re-writing I feel like going back to my cocoon blaming it all on the easiest term available ' Writers' Block ', but am I worthy of using it..?? what is it that makes me even think that I am a writer, Is it the times spent on the Blogs-ville or a few writing stunts on an English daily.. Is that all that I have on my CV for being called a writer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it that drive and that passion to that gives me a high when I find myself surrounded by books, the rush I feel going through my mind when I hold one in my hands.. that feeling of crisp pages and that wondrous smell.....oh that heavenly feeling when I succumb to a book and indulge myself in, sailing through the words and pages one after the other... and letting myself lose in that new found world, cutting off from this maddening world... what best can a life offer you.. Books for me are that force, its like a new window opening up to save you from this mad mad world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what is it that drives YOU or rather inspires you...Is it books.. Is it writing or rather creating, for some its shopping, for some its the rain, for some its sunsets.. some turn to nature..idling away on a hilltop watching the sun go up.. feeling that first ray on your skin..listening to the chirping birds, welcoming a new day and teaching us to never succumb to failures welcome every day with a new hope, or is it pushing your life off the edge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Is it that we are all after, what are we tying to reach to... what is it that we keep waiting for... more more and more... and never getting satisfied, is it right for us to blame it all on  'Human Nature'... What are we after, What are you after..., what am I after..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/S5zwOkzo3xI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mwv6hTGkX_g/s200/DSC05023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We keep thinking, we want to reach there, I want this I want it at any cost, but what after you get there..??/ Would it be worth it... Is It really what you REALLY want..??? What if even that fails you.. what if after a while, you start thinking no this is not IT... you want something more Bigger and Better... What happens then...??//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;****************************************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Images from Google. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;****************************************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7339134456423670370?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7339134456423670370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7339134456423670370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7339134456423670370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7339134456423670370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-driving-force.html' title='Your Driving Force...!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/S5zwOkzo3xI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mwv6hTGkX_g/s72-c/DSC05023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1989665659149333116</id><published>2010-03-14T16:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:18:48.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Just another MeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hey ppl, juz was surfing and stumbled on this MeMe on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing...&lt;/a&gt; ( I am not tagging any names...Anyone can take it up :) ) But yeah if you really are taking it up, then do notify me in my comments section :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What were doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;  mmmm... Well I wud have been happier..just another teenage gal, completed her 10th gearing up for a new place new school and lotsa fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Five snacks that you enjoy in a perfect, non weight-gaining world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well that really would be a tough one, but to think it over ... do I really care... ohhh just another packet of chips to chocolate to calm me... just another bite off the 'Dark Temptation' ...mmmm..... oh Ohhh just one sip of that sweet mango drink.. juts another Pizza meal. goin along with cola... and yeah dieting that will happen in due time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five things you would do if you were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three of your habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Three of My Habits I really dont want to part with-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) Loving the rain...and hating it another moment if I have to go out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) Loving my sister and then fighting with her for wearing my stuff [without asking me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) Irritating people and yet making them to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) Loving to get stuff at thrift shops and then not knowing how and when to use them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;{ Ohhh did I exceed.. sry lts come to the next one....}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Five jobs that you've have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Have had only two till date...well that too if you count internship :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five places that you've lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Do I need to answer this.... I dunn feel like... for Confidentiality reasons....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Five things that you did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) Enjoyed auto rides, feeling the dust and traffic... all thaks to Metro Construction going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) Visited a book Fair at India Habitat Centre with fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) Went out for the movie - 'Alice in Wonderland' withs frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) Loved the mini meal at MacDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) Went to Dilli Haat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Five people you would want to get to know more about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Abortion: for or against it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AGAINST..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think the world would fail with a female president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Can a President or anyone in Power be judged, really judged by his/ her sex..?????///////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you believe in the death penalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you wish marijuana would be legalized already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you for or against premarital sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Is that really a question, or a way to judge me..??????//// &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think same sex marriage should be legalized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yes, everyone has a right to live their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think it's wrong that so many Hispanics are illegally moving to the USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Whats really driving then to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Should the alcohol age be lowered to eighteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Would that really Matter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Should the war in Iraq be called off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Do I really have a say in it..???//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Assisted suicide is illegal: do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Suicide is ILLEGAL..!! [ Its equal to punishing your loved ones for what you have done]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in spanking your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;No... but Depends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you worry that others will judge you from reading some of your answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Wont effect me in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-1989665659149333116?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1989665659149333116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1989665659149333116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1989665659149333116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1989665659149333116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-meme.html' title='Just another MeMe'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7099993842937243856</id><published>2010-01-09T22:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:40:25.055+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Nuthin much ...</title><content type='html'>Life is not about just the losses... the pains or the misgivings.. It also about love happiness new changes and aspirations.&lt;div&gt;And here I am waiting for that one change, that one life changing opportunity to come my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I am just keeping my fingers crossed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7099993842937243856?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7099993842937243856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7099993842937243856&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7099993842937243856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7099993842937243856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuthin-much.html' title='Nuthin much ...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7344030139085317918</id><published>2009-08-03T18:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:02:36.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'>Life is a Matter of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnbfHKJAr-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/E4E1QCpNMxs/s1600-h/3409364191_ae86056c33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnbfHKJAr-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/E4E1QCpNMxs/s200/3409364191_ae86056c33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365721320132751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...a matter of belief, Love, trust, promises, miracles, passions and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the shades that follow, are just a way of God, to craft you for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try to think, and think it all over again, but still its impossible for me to find the answers I am looking for. But then, when I look out to get them on, I see that the questions I was looking my answers for were not the questions at all. They were the answers, I just had to look around them and find all the ways to get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before I start, I would like to wish all of you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Happy Friendship day :))&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for being there and helping me out with my inconsistent jabber :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;Sorry for the Belated wishes, but its never too late to celebrate friendship... Right Guys and Gals... So, I would just like to extend my love to everyone out there. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to everyone, who has come into my life and touch me, with their specials ways and made me realize the meaning of Love, happiness, fun, togetherness, sharing, trust, relying. Thank you all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Foolishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;....And, childhood treasures and booty's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   our Lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   The Best of Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We shared   ....   The Worst of Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The memories we shared have given us the best of times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And, I wish my friend... for these days to remain FOREVER...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6105640951377076339-7344030139085317918?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7344030139085317918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7344030139085317918&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7344030139085317918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7344030139085317918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-matter-of.html' title='Life is a Matter of....'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnbfHKJAr-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/E4E1QCpNMxs/s72-c/3409364191_ae86056c33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-898152195839760452</id><published>2009-07-30T18:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:14:20.713+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When I Look Back Now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG05ncPCJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pAcyDk_e_PY/s1600-h/2866852711_cb7e21221c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG05ncPCJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pAcyDk_e_PY/s200/2866852711_cb7e21221c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267533107923090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did you have to go then..??/&lt;br /&gt;when I am here,&lt;br /&gt;when you promised you wont ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;When the feeling still burn inside me, the same way&lt;br /&gt;the day when you came sauntering into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel, the way you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;The way you always had a way to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me, and made my heart go racing&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your smile, the content of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG_DfnxX1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/tgURMHm-TdA/s1600-h/31509189_bff8dc9208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG_DfnxX1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/tgURMHm-TdA/s200/31509189_bff8dc9208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278697923796818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your breath on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;I can still listen to the gentle racing of your heart in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I still have the feel of your touch on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The belief that you are always going to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in your eyes, that told shouted out your love&lt;br /&gt;Your silent ways of showing love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And then.. You were gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG_aT7jydI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iF_WBMLDBa0/s1600-h/862222765_e0198a0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG_aT7jydI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iF_WBMLDBa0/s200/862222765_e0198a0973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279089922558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the heart ache, to see you go&lt;br /&gt;To leave me back here clawing on thin air&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to grasp hold of your memories with me&lt;br /&gt;The memories we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-898152195839760452?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/898152195839760452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=898152195839760452&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/898152195839760452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/898152195839760452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-look-back-now.html' title='When I Look Back Now.....'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SnG05ncPCJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/pAcyDk_e_PY/s72-c/2866852711_cb7e21221c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-3792159898774370960</id><published>2009-07-23T12:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:15:47.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>hEyA GuYs...!!!!!!!... Loooonnngggg Tiiiiimmmeee</title><content type='html'>Heylos peoples.... I know i have been away, busy with the job...I am so fed up, I had been away from my love Blogging and it also kept me away from my love.. reading :((&lt;br /&gt;Neva mind still, I m bak and try not to let this happen again.. It has never been this sad.. times, u knw.&lt;br /&gt;When I am free, everyone else is busy and and when I am bsy everyone's partying hard.. ohk ohk.. i promised myself I wont be cribbing, but what harm is there in a lil bit of cribbing and its the best time pass... and attention seeking and sympathy gaining activity you can indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkk for now,.... I would just say... A samll bye.. I 'll be back with more views and wishes... Luv ya all.. and missed ya.... :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-3792159898774370960?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3792159898774370960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=3792159898774370960&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3792159898774370960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3792159898774370960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/heya-guys-loooonnngggg-tiiiiimmmeee.html' title='hEyA GuYs...!!!!!!!... Loooonnngggg Tiiiiimmmeee'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8189180935891084686</id><published>2009-06-12T11:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:07:18.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>Men V/s Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SjIWP3I05AI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DEoLLRA5H1A/s1600-h/prod_743_34303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SjIWP3I05AI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DEoLLRA5H1A/s200/prod_743_34303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346360169397019650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://apps.facebook.com/minekey/home?opid=2531745&amp;amp;from=tfd&amp;amp;email&amp;amp;date=061109&amp;amp;type=em"&gt;Men want to be needed, and women need to be wanted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's always a very thin line between what men and women want, it may sound different but its all the same, both want to be important in their partners lives and its completely on the other half to make that importance felt and need shown and expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span   lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, in wanting something and needing something there lies  too much in between. What you want may change with time, but your needs are the ones that drive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8189180935891084686?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8189180935891084686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8189180935891084686&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8189180935891084686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8189180935891084686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/06/men-vs-women.html' title='Men V/s Women'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SjIWP3I05AI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DEoLLRA5H1A/s72-c/prod_743_34303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8250272290866523047</id><published>2009-06-01T18:45:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:16:43.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Wana Be the Girl......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.tinypic.com/2vl62wj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/2vl62wj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish...because may be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                    .....I can just wish...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(As, its you who has to make them come true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish for my wishes for you to come true, I wish for my love for you to get stronger as each day passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish ... for the love i have for you...makes you weaker on the mind and instill in you too - the deep love and passion i have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish ... for you to never leave me, and even the thought of the same freaks you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish ... for all your promises you have made and haven't made to never break, knowingly or unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish ... to  be the girl of your dreams, as your eyes make me believe, even if you don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you to ... Love me ... and that is all --- I ask for....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8250272290866523047?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8250272290866523047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8250272290866523047&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8250272290866523047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8250272290866523047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wana-be-girl.html' title='I Wana Be the Girl......'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/2vl62wj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4175251368571294344</id><published>2009-05-21T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:21:11.395+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks I have been trying to write a post, but every time I start I feel as if every word from my vocabulary has been flushed out from my mind. I know there was something to share but i just don't remember it. Like a half remembered song, you remember the tune but the lyrics keeps slipping away. &lt;br /&gt;I think and then feel - oh there's no inspiration, but there are zillions of things and reasons to get inspired. What is it then, that every time i try to focus, after a time I realize - I don't know what am I trying to focus on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I them blame it on Writer's Block..??/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-4175251368571294344?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4175251368571294344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4175251368571294344&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4175251368571294344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4175251368571294344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.....'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5254274952831432573</id><published>2009-05-01T11:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:27:00.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>You are safe in my Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj222/nidhisharma3286/?action=view&amp;current=let_me_get_over_you_the_way____by_i.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj222/nidhisharma3286/let_me_get_over_you_the_way____by_i.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center; color:red; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do People make Memories, or its the memories that mark the importance of someone in your life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of my continuous second post on 'Memories'. The reason for this post is the thought that struck my mind, while talking to a friend. We were talking about, the past memories of our life - childhood, school, college, friends and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic while on shifted to us, and he said - "Sometimes I think, how will I remember you, I don't have memories of you." I asked him, "What for you are memories? Isn't talking to each other and sharing so much, part of memories? Isn't the times we spend talking, even if not together are part of memory?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Memories, of spending time together, memories of doing something different, some adventure together."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Aren't all these times, memories for you.?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Times that we spend together."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you rely on times and memories to remember me? Isn't it the people who make memories, memories do not make people. Its the people in your life, who make the memories special and worth remembering. And you will realize this, once these days have passed out of your hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to rely on memories to remember people who have been a part of your life, touched you and with there presence made your moments worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5254274952831432573?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5254274952831432573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5254274952831432573&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5254274952831432573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5254274952831432573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-safe-in-my-memory.html' title='You are safe in my Memory'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5813217654331596446</id><published>2009-04-29T10:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:37:48.189+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Memories....(Never Leave you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3047805704_5e265cc6c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 221px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3047805704_5e265cc6c6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, though fade but remain, they are a part of your very soul, and the harder you try to escape the harder they hit you. As we go on with our lives, we leave so many places, people and feelings behind. Sometimes we want to start afresh, and in that process we pretend and make ourselves believe that we are fine and moved on, but some memories never leave you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/499385995_febffa74e0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 125px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/499385995_febffa74e0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Below is the song Lyrics of 'Memories' by B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ackstreet Boys. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; dedicate it to the Memories, i have left behind and I'll make and also to all of you, as you too are and will be a part of those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;             Memories, the love I left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; I still think about it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same, maybe I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;Oh I... I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these eyes, I've seen a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;And it's taken years to realize&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same, and no one is to blame&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter if you got it right&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter who was wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;All I know, Yes I know&lt;br /&gt;That I can make it through, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way it's gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the fear I've left behind (Where you gonna go)&lt;br /&gt;And only time will tell you what is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/1183843084_78b378d818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/1183843084_78b378d818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Holding all the dreams I used to know&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the same, I guess no one's to blame&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter if you got it right (Doesn't really matter)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter who was wrong or right (Who was wrong or right, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my life today and I'm all right (I'm all right)&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm okay, now I see the world in a better way (So much better now)&lt;br /&gt;And I know, Yes I know&lt;br /&gt;That I can make it through, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2184797/relationship-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 169px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2184797/relationship-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, the love I left behind&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the same, I guess no one's to blame&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same, everything must change&lt;br /&gt;Oh I... I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...Again...Again...Oooh...Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5813217654331596446?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5813217654331596446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5813217654331596446&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5813217654331596446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5813217654331596446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/04/memoriesnever-leave-you.html' title='Memories....(Never Leave you)'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3047805704_5e265cc6c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8023715868140841242</id><published>2009-04-06T18:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:09:31.716+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"The World Outside...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SdoBNq9zF5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OM4-PHqrNzM/s1600-h/__Waiting_Love___by_lostRose20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 436px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SdoBNq9zF5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OM4-PHqrNzM/s320/__Waiting_Love___by_lostRose20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321567244075079570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit by  the window pane, looking outside, taking in everything the nature has to offer. Its all Yellow out there. The Sun hidden by the mountains, making a halo over the topmost tree. The sound of the nearby river, ever soothing, flows by - leaving imprints over the ever rock-hearted banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look outside and find myself carried away by the wind. Like a broken leaf, I am swept away. It carries me to a faraway land, I have never been but yet seems familiar. A land where every dream comes true. A land where Love resides. A land where there's no place for pains. Anger and hatred have not even made it to the vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no dictionary, or a common language to fight for - for everyone understands each other. Where everyone is welcome by a warm embrace. Where no one is a misfit. Where everyone's equal.&lt;br /&gt;Where Love rules. Where no one fails in Love.Where there's no longing. Where Love is the Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you don't have to keep hoping to believe. Where the Real is a Dream, and Dreams are for Real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8023715868140841242?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8023715868140841242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8023715868140841242&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8023715868140841242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8023715868140841242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-outside.html' title='&quot;The World Outside....&quot;'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SdoBNq9zF5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OM4-PHqrNzM/s72-c/__Waiting_Love___by_lostRose20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6916847384235193224</id><published>2009-04-02T13:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:04:03.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"Wishing For 'Love'...!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-RlngwKRcE/R3lBt8fqrEI/AAAAAAAAABo/C8md0k8OaCU/s320/let+go.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-RlngwKRcE/R3lBt8fqrEI/AAAAAAAAABo/C8md0k8OaCU/s320/let+go.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I still had you&lt;br /&gt;Had you, In my arms&lt;br /&gt;In my arms, and never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Let you go, to come back&lt;br /&gt;To come back, and make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Make my life worthwhile, and live my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Live my dreams, and make my belief stronger in "Love"&lt;br /&gt;In "Love" I am, wish you were "too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6916847384235193224?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6916847384235193224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6916847384235193224&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6916847384235193224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6916847384235193224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-for-love.html' title='&quot;Wishing For &apos;Love&apos;...!!&quot;'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-RlngwKRcE/R3lBt8fqrEI/AAAAAAAAABo/C8md0k8OaCU/s72-c/let+go.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-3650714563564359608</id><published>2009-03-20T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:50:00.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forecasts'/><title type='text'>Today's Planetary Energies..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.falntyna.com/img/data/media/43/lilac_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.falntyna.com/img/data/media/43/lilac_dreams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your inner child surfaces in full flower today, Nidhi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memories of good times in the past bring out your playful side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you might want to try out forms of amusement that you once enjoyed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have long since abandoned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children provide both inspiration and outlet for this energy; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell them stories from your own childhood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or read to them from books. Indulge your flights of fancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can always face reality tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-3650714563564359608?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3650714563564359608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=3650714563564359608&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3650714563564359608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3650714563564359608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-planetary-energies_20.html' title='Today&apos;s Planetary Energies..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1066235375623214745</id><published>2009-03-16T18:47:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:35:42.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cha Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford Bookstore'/><title type='text'>Now...This is what you call a "Shoe Freak"...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0713l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre0713l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhh...what a Bliss..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so very excited and elated and dunno how to express all those emotions in one single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..!! Finally..!! Finally..!! I got those much wanted and awaited for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, I am out window shopping with my friends and my friend slips into this Woodland showroom, I too follow him till the girls section and there my eyes fall upon these amazing belle shoes and its Love at first sight..!! But to add to my bad luck, they dint had my size in the color I wanted :(   ....and so .... starts my struggle to get my hands, rather feet on them.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first weekend after My birthday, at South Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the next weekend when I go to the Pacific Mall, near my place, to check that Woodland outlet for 'them', to add to my further bad luck, they dint even have that particular article forget about the size. But yeah being a regular, i made them call the South ex outlet to check, whether they still have them. They had and even got in my size, I was Happy but knew I would have to wait for the next weekend, and that would obviously make my chances of getting them a bit lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oxfordbookstore.com/dotcom/oxford/discover/franchise_gateway/images/cha_bar_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.oxfordbookstore.com/dotcom/oxford/discover/franchise_gateway/images/cha_bar_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the third weekend arrived I was not even thinking about them, as i already knew how my weekend would go, and i will not get any chances to get them. Half of the Saturday went off in the office and the rest of it went by with friends - lunch, movies and stuff. Then came the Sunday, where, i had to go out to CP (Cannaught Place) with friends to buy one her much delayed birthday gift. First we went &lt;a href="http://www.oxfordbookstore.com/dotcom/oxford/discover/cha_bar/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oxfordbookstore.com/dotcom/oxford/stores/cha_bar_new_delhi.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-Bar&lt;/a&gt;, an amazing place, and I loved the ambiance, a cafe i midst of the books. I got treated myself with two books, couldnot resist myself from buying any. You can read about it&lt;a href="http://test-veens.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-shopping.html"&gt; here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://test-veens.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-shopping.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went out shopping for the Birhtday gift. After thatw as done, again the shoe fever hit me and I with my friend headed straight to the Woodland outlet there, which obviously had the pair but all in vain, nil my size...boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we - the upset me start off for the ride back home. But but but, that little spark of hope stilla alive in me flashed the idea of South Ex in my genious mind. So there was much convincing from my side to my friend Urja to take me there as she was driving, finally she agreed, but on aterm, she made me call them to check, whether they had had it, only then would she head towards that place, obvously she dint want to go on a wild goose hunt. So off we were towards south Ex  :D much to add to my excitement they had my size and the very pair and Even my Friend was happy for me that finally I would get what i was getting mad mad for from the last 3 weekends and eating her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forwomenonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/shoe-shopping-gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 191px;" src="http://forwomenonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/shoe-shopping-gals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I enter the showroom and head straight towards the women section to make them mine.  Finally I get my feet in them and what is this, they are LOOSE...!!! ... "How can that be....??" But thats my regular size.." Strange things happen when your luck's not in your hands. so finally they make me try different sized pairs to check my size, and so it comes out to be, i am fiting in 2 sizes less my size and they dont have it in the color i want it in, so they write off my request and I walk sadly out of the showroom, and we start to go home finally. Till then all hopes to get them had extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/SMirC-sad.svg/320px-SMirC-sad.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/SMirC-sad.svg/320px-SMirC-sad.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Half-an-hour later, my cell rings and "Hello." "Hi Ma'm I am calling from Woodland, South Ex, we have for the pair you had requested for. You can come back and take them." "Oww.. AAA ...Whatt... But i am already halfway home and i would only be able to come next weekend."  ((What to do now..??????///....)) "Where do you live ma'm?" "Well, right now I am going off to my place in Ghaziabad." "Ma'm, it would have been better if you don the billing today, its the last day of the sale. We can Deliver if you want." ((Ayen...Ye kya angle hai..???)) "A...WO..that wud be great...but, both my addresses are far off for you." "That's alright ma'm, we'll deliver" "Ahlrite" so i give them my gurgaon adress and guess what...finally I got them yesterday.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**angelic**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-1066235375623214745?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1066235375623214745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1066235375623214745&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1066235375623214745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1066235375623214745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/03/nowthis-is-what-you-call-shoe-freak.html' title='Now...This is what you call a &quot;Shoe Freak&quot;...!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6714472099322497379</id><published>2009-03-12T10:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:46:47.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forecasts'/><title type='text'>Today's Planetary Energies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bluelotuscenter.net/images/meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 437px;" src="http://bluelotuscenter.net/images/meditation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you afraid that people will no longer understand you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nidhi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you changed too much?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the feeling that you've left some people you know behind?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can't change at the same pace as you.&lt;br /&gt;It may be that your friends have no problem with the changes you have undergone.&lt;br /&gt;Consider this possibility, Nidhi.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6714472099322497379?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6714472099322497379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6714472099322497379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6714472099322497379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6714472099322497379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-planetary-energies.html' title='Today&apos;s Planetary Energies'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-9220788432247652784</id><published>2009-02-18T13:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:14:15.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>THIS... This thing called Love..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/thing-called-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/thing-called-love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people around, me talk about love. And I wonder, Love has different definitions and meanings to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some its consistent, For some its the first sight, For some its selflessness, for some friendship is love, For some its unconditional, For some its a fantasy... and it goes on... One word and so many definitions. Even people who say they are into it, dont know how to define it. Because love is undefined and its better that way. It wont be Love, if we could define it, it would rather become that definition instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find people who say, they cannot fall in love with someone, because they know how to control their feelings, but then probably they have never fallen in love, I am waiting for them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://randomindex.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nicoz-love-at-first-sight.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 186px;" src="http://randomindex.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nicoz-love-at-first-sight.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people say they keep falling in love again and again, but then if love is for ever, how can some one keep falling in love with different persons, Probably, they are still looking for love and call the intense feeling for someone as love, and have not yet found that special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people say they have fallen in love with two different people at the same time, and cant chose any 'one' from the' two', How is this possible? Probably its not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call out for your take on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-9220788432247652784?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/9220788432247652784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=9220788432247652784&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/9220788432247652784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/9220788432247652784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-this-thing-called-love.html' title='THIS... This thing called Love..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1694784297524828983</id><published>2008-12-02T17:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:53:33.431+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Driven by.. Love or Fear..??//</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boychukart.com/img/works/day-dreaming_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.boychukart.com/img/works/day-dreaming_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every person there is a driving force, it might be anything for you, but for me its love and pure love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i can write it so boldly, i may not be able to say so, not because, as is the popular belief, i do not have the enough courage to accept it, not because i have a fear of not accepting it. But because i am afraid of the extent i can love to, for my love has got no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;For i fear,  to let out the love and passion to flow. For i fear to let those feelings out, which today i do not find anyone worth giving out to. For I fear they will not care the way i have. For i fear they wont cherish, the way I have. For i fear they wont be patient enough, the way i have been. For i fear they wont persevere, the way i would. For i fear they wont preserve, the way they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know their morals for Love are widely different from the way I feel for it. For I know their regard for love is not what i have for it in my eyes. For I know Love for me is life to my soul. For I know, this is not my detachment, fear to let my feelings out for the fear of losing them, for the fear of getting them shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very fear of not realising them. For the very fear that someone who may not feel the same way, not regard or care the same way might trash them without giving it a thought. For the very fear, that i wont be able to console my soul. For the very fear that i may not show it. For the very fear, it will just hurt my soul. For they very fear, i wont complain. For the very fear, no one will know it. For the very fear, i'll go back into my cocoon. For the very fear, people would keep on thinking I dont have a regard for feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very fear, that wont stop me to be driven by Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-1694784297524828983?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1694784297524828983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1694784297524828983&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1694784297524828983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1694784297524828983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/12/driven-by-love-or-fear.html' title='Driven by.. Love or Fear..??//'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-366817913792039354</id><published>2008-11-24T19:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:16:22.828+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deception'/><title type='text'>Words---!!! -- Say it..Only When you mean it..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msp184.photobucket.com/albums/x201/aspros_lykos/graphics/Sad_fairy_by_carma_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://msp184.photobucket.com/albums/x201/aspros_lykos/graphics/Sad_fairy_by_carma_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-- WORDS --",  A five letter word and has powers turn the world around you. Soothe you enrage you. Calm you down or impart immense pain. Words.. words and words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words mean a lot, but then to let out those meaningful words without -- 'meaning when you say it!', makes them hollow. Hollow words &amp;amp; shallow promises, made to someone you care for, is the worst you can do to that very person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either give someone immense happiness or engrave in their soul, a pain for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think, before those words leave your lips, think before you impart them to someone you do not want to hurt. Because once you have spoken, and all's said and heard, it would be impossible to erase the imprint of the pain and tears that has marked their souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-366817913792039354?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/366817913792039354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=366817913792039354&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/366817913792039354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/366817913792039354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-say-itonly-when-you-mean-it.html' title='Words---!!! -- Say it..Only When you mean it..!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-971817403653123889</id><published>2008-11-12T13:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:09:03.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>The 1% Well Read Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/library_books_may_soon_ost_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/library_books_may_soon_ost_you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this challenge on one of the Blogs I contribute to &lt;a href="http://test-veens.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Giving Reading a Chance'&lt;/a&gt; , and I am taking it up. To Know more about this challenge,&lt;a href="http://test-veens.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-challenges.html"&gt; Read This...&lt;/a&gt; post by Veena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For joining in &lt;a href="http://1morechapter.com/1percent/"&gt;click here..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the list of 1001 books, &lt;a href="http://1morechapter.com/projects/1001-list/"&gt;visit this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/snidhi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-971817403653123889?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/971817403653123889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=971817403653123889&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/971817403653123889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/971817403653123889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-well-read-challenge.html' title='The 1% Well Read Challenge'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8887425514929845072</id><published>2008-09-26T19:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:14:03.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heybabywhatsyoursign.com/images/care_aquarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.heybabywhatsyoursign.com/images/care_aquarius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  "How much do you rely on fate, destiny, forecasts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the similar path, many masters of the art claim to be near the fact. But, yes their path differs - Astrological charts, sun signs, moon signs, natal charts, numerology, palmistry,  Tarot.. and it goes endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of me, I am an avid follower. And to second it, I have tried and experiment almost every art.&lt;br /&gt;A year back i had subscribed to a astrology forecast site, which mails me my daily and weekly forecast gist. Recently, I have come to realize that they have become a bit of right in some things. Here I am going to post two of those forecasts taht actually explained my state of mind, even if it would a general approache but it still explains my state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt; &lt;div&gt;In general, you are attracted to individuals with  very strong personalities and eccentric people. But you have to realize that  behind this attraction lies a very strong need of freedom, Nidhi. In your life,  freedom is more a fantasy than a reality! The time has come for you to do some  soul searching. Try not to hide from the realities of your  life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some time  before:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="613283807-26092008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Be  careful about being driven so strongly by something that you fail to take into  consideration the changing environment around you, Nidhi. Things have probably  changed quite a bit since the time when you first set off on this mission. You  may have packed for sunshine, but suddenly it looks like rain is about to fall.  Put away your sunglasses and take out your umbrella. It is important that you  adapt yourself accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you might say its kind of vague and too general, but still call it coincidence, I was feeling exactly the same at that point of time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8887425514929845072?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8887425514929845072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8887425514929845072&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8887425514929845072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8887425514929845072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-much-do-you-rely-on-fate-destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4646726125130534652</id><published>2008-09-10T18:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:23:31.200+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>"Fallen Angel": A Disgrace..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SMfB3dyWpGI/AAAAAAAAARI/TnBTS-JZfX8/s1600-h/SadFairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SMfB3dyWpGI/AAAAAAAAARI/TnBTS-JZfX8/s320/SadFairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244373449729025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/snidhi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;I need my will (Life) I need it now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;I wish to seek I wish to explore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;They say I am a rebel I call them vicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Call me a fallen Angel, Banish me then &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Set me free to seek that Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Exiled from my First Estate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;I’d rather fall, than be away from thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;When I’d been granted free will oh Thy Lord!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;I ask you, Why Love for me is a sin?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Your son taught Love to your children of clay;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Why not we, the children of flame follow suit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Enslave me then, if you find me sinful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Beneath the Darkness, to the Judgment Day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;And, when the Eternity comes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;I will be there to question your might – to be granted Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;To be united to Thee, would be my salvation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;And if, entwined our fates may not be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Our death would set us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well.. Friends this is my first attempt at poetry after six years, and I am quite apprehensive about the reviews.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background:&lt;/span&gt; Was just chatting with a friend and instantly an idea was born, it all started with this image, I changed my Display pic to this of a sad fairy or as he said Fallen Angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-4646726125130534652?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4646726125130534652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4646726125130534652&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4646726125130534652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4646726125130534652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/09/fallen-angel-disgrace_10.html' title='&quot;Fallen Angel&quot;: A Disgrace..!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SMfB3dyWpGI/AAAAAAAAARI/TnBTS-JZfX8/s72-c/SadFairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7546006494933811648</id><published>2008-08-06T15:55:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:26:23.056+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Un-Identified - - Exclusive on India TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hi everyone...Just couldnot believe this  myself, had seen heard but never thought India TV could ever go to such  heights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Hail India TV......LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="940315909-06082008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Just got this Forwarded mail  and couldnot stop myself from posting it. Hope you have fun watching it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="940315909-06082008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapshots of a news sequence on India TV...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="940315909-06082008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The news goes like this... A UFO spotted to be  stealing cows from the fields... and mind you this exclusive piece of news only  on our  very own India TV. Take a look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJl8r7m_KlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mKgzQh-OcvA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJl8r7m_KlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mKgzQh-OcvA/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231349536344975954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="940315909-06082008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this piece of exclusive news....only on this channel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJrmlUbpjBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/G4dp-F3pt8g/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJrmlUbpjBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/G4dp-F3pt8g/s320/14.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231747445958478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJrnHD5gJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/V2P5oeh3hBE/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJrnHD5gJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/V2P5oeh3hBE/s320/15.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231748025635841890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh...people you need to watch out now..your cows are in grave danger people..save cows save the country..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="940315909-06082008"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaves us all a question: Why is media degrading to such levels.. is it  all they could dig out in the name of news? Is it just about crappy stuff to sensationalize? Comm'on people, you have had enough! why dont you just shut it, if  you cant get something of substance or credible enough.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); 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/6105640951377076339-7546006494933811648?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7546006494933811648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7546006494933811648&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7546006494933811648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7546006494933811648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-identified-exclusive-on-india-tv.html' title='The Un-Identified - - Exclusive on India TV'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SJl8r7m_KlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mKgzQh-OcvA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-879294034179217688</id><published>2008-07-21T12:04:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:45:43.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Beyond Empirical Perception..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.firstscience.com/home/images/stories/articles/physics-and-mysticism-vF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://www.firstscience.com/home/images/stories/articles/physics-and-mysticism-vF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If the knowledge of a God is the most necessary, why is it not the most evident and the clearest?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was just surfing on a site related to P. B. Shelley and found this, and somehow it makes me think.. i feel the same ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"God". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Since childhood, we are taught to believe in only what we see, what we know. To reach to a conclusion only by looking at the facts, to form out a decision by logic. But then why the Knowledge of the most important driving force of our lives 'God' falsifies all these teachings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The only thing we are made to believe and trust the most, is not evident enough. We keep on beleiving in something accepting it to be our own, but then why are not we allowed to question it? Why is it considered a sin to question something we are clearly accepted to just believe in and then believe blindly? Why is it then thrust to us, the only thing that matters to us all is thrust upon us and better left unquestioned, Why? We have, yes we do have tonnes and tonnes of scriptures, manuscripts to back the theory, but are they evidence enough to believe such a vague theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The most powerful driving force of our lives is a vague line for us to follow, to trust, to believe, in something that we dont have proper evidence of, to put all our pleas on someone we dont know, some one we have never had a chance to meet, still we thrive to have some connection, to give a final try to reach him, to be near him somehow, to feel the power, to let ourselves forget everyhing else and let ourselves lose in his power, his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And, at the end we need someone to rely on, someone strong enough to hold us up, someone who will always be there for us, someone who'll never let us down, someone who'll never leave us stranded, someone who is our innermost strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-879294034179217688?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/879294034179217688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=879294034179217688&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/879294034179217688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/879294034179217688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-knowledge-of-god-is-most-necessary.html' title='Beyond Empirical Perception..!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5241587088842216952</id><published>2008-07-08T17:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:14:37.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Shopaholics...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/images/2008/03/isla-fisher-shopaholic-031108-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/images/2008/03/isla-fisher-shopaholic-031108-0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has gotten into me? ...No seriously.. What exactly has gotten into me... Its been 2 exactly 2 months which makes it 8 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. 2 months and no weekend went where i didnot go shopping like mad... Fine i have always loved shopping but this is crazy really crazy... I have become a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;. I cant stay calm without spending, i just need to shop.. shop.. and shop more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday... Nidhi has to go to the Mall and shop like mad.. and i think no new design has been left out... But it feels great...you know i was just watching Sex and the City the other day...and i realised i have almost if not all most of those designs. I am spending like anything and guess what...well its easy enought to guess so you wont get anyhting... my parents are furious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is it with you.. Save .. do some saving..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah i had most of the designs and just saw this really cute set of sandals at Lee Cooper and guess what.. they will be mine this saturday.. **big smile**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. you know how it feels to see something... like it.. and you know.. it can be yours... and the feeling of having it..when others do not and people giving you envious looks when you know you are at your best.. Ha.. What a sense of achievement it gives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please dont get me wrong... and to put things straight.. People I am not a SHOPAHOLIC... its simply called Retail Therapy... if you have heard about it... common.. we work like dogs the whole week. Dont we need to get that peace of mind back.. to again start a new week and get mad again and bring the peace of mind back **giggles**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you what girl on this earth can stay away from a li'l spending spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wotsay Gals...&lt;br /&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/6105640951377076339-5241587088842216952?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5241587088842216952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5241587088842216952&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5241587088842216952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5241587088842216952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopaholics.html' title='Shopaholics...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-90517698458710045</id><published>2008-07-08T13:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:05.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'>Mom and Papa's 25th Marriage Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SHM0kD3ekLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uASz23rljjs/s1600-h/70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SHM0kD3ekLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uASz23rljjs/s320/70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220574187170468018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people i know this is a really late post but its better late than never...rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents celebrated their 25th Marriage Anniversary this year in April..and believe me it was  great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Puja on the day and threw a party two days later on Saturday so that everyone could join us on the day...it felt as if it was a real marriage affair going on...with almost all the relatives flowing in and all the cousins and friends around...The same Naach-Gaana and preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even made them exchange garlands, after the Puja, i knew they would not agree so i conspired with Punditji and uncle aunty  ;) ...they couldnot say no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even created a show reel sorts of a 3 min movie with their pics and showed it in the party. Everyone was so happy and impressed. I already have bookings for more..hahaha.. You can see the video &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=T1fBkiz2IAg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually great fun. I wish you and your family were also there Veena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-90517698458710045?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/90517698458710045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=90517698458710045&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/90517698458710045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/90517698458710045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-and-papas-25th-marriage-anniversary.html' title='Mom and Papa&apos;s 25th Marriage Anniversary...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SHM0kD3ekLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uASz23rljjs/s72-c/70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5821180391086116210</id><published>2008-06-26T18:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:08:22.560+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Sawaal kuch 30....Phew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This one Tag has been kept pending for a long time now...Veena tagged me...and now that I am online and Have nuthin much to talk abt so why not do this Tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last Movie You Saw In A Theater:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The last was "Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian" and believe i was not disappointed...amazing just amazing...dunno whether to say it or not .. but yeah better not to compare it from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Book Are You Reading:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;These days I am reading "The Lord of the Rings", otherwise i just finished reading "No Place Like Home" by Mary Higgins Clarke... I somehow love reading Clarke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Board Game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmm... Monopoly..I should confess i have never been able to finish any board game in my life, coz me an my sis always ended up fighting and she trowing away the board and everythin lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Magazine...Been a long time since i have stuck to one magazine...otherwise i luv to read 'Readers Digest' and 'Outlook'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Smells:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The smell of earth after the first rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- Petrol (I knw its weird but yeah i luv the smell of petrol, spirit, nailpaint remover)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Sound:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sound of the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- sound of a violin playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- sound  of my favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- sound of ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Worst Feeling In The World:&lt;o:p style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- The feeling of unwantedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- The feeling of being left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- The feeling of not being accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- The feeling of not havin any loved ones around me sm day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Is The First Thing You Think Of When You Wake? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Get up...fiddle with the moblie keys...look at the time "Ah,, i can sleep more.." **gets back to sleep**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Fast Food Place&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;McDonalds/ Dominoes/ CCD/Barista/Costa Coffee...Is smthin left...  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Future Child's Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Welll....OKK...to look at it..i luv the name Giselle &amp;amp; Janelle bt no firang names..rite..let d rite time come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finish This Statement. "If I Had A Lot Of Money I'd...”:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Shop...Shop and Shop - Go for Spa treatments get a new look.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do You Drive Fast? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmm..I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do You Sleep With A Stuffed Animal?::&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well..hv never slep with one...but yeah if m at home i cant sleep without my sis besideme..she gets irritated..goes to another roomm..and may be i luv it taht way...keep following her till she gives up .. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Storms-Cool Or Scary? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont feel scared i luv watching over..i just daze away to a different world to a different land...cant say exactly as my mind and thoughts keep racing..we are totally compatible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Was Your First Car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I dnt have one...but yeah if you are talkin abt my own..den yes my very own first vehicle has been a red tri-cycle, and mind you i luved it and noone could dare touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favourite drink: ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Iced Tea/ Coffee/ Mango Panna/ Lemonade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finish This Statement, "If I Had The Time I Would .....” :: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Anytime...Sleep, Read or Talk, Talk and Talk More...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do You Eat The Stems On Broccoli?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The Full Thing...I only encounter it in Pastas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If You Could Dye Your Hair Any Color, What Would Be Your Choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I am not at all into coloring and dying stuff...not for me. I luv my the way they are Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Name All The Different Cities/Towns You Have Lived In.:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Delhi/Gajraula/Kaushambi/Gurgaon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Sports To Watch:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cricket/ T.T/ Badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One Nice Thing About The Person Who Sent This To You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;She is the sweetest.. the weirdest..the nicest..the coolest...the funnest..the craziest..the most like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Would You Like To Be Born As Yourself Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Anytime...Always...Do you need to ask this. I love Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Morning Person Or Night Owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The Night Owl..   :D  .. Mom always says for me "raat ko sona nahi hai...subah jagana nahi hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Over Easy Or Sunny Side Up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sunny side up..always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Place To Relax:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I relax when I am most close to nature...i feel  the wind on my face...the life so small around me..Me on a high cliff..everything under...Me the Owner..The master above me. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;music/ Books..are one which keep me calm..i forget the world when i am reading..you must see my mom..who goes crazy watching me not responding ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Pie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Apple pie..i dn like pies much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Butter-scotch/ Black-Currant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of All The People You Tagged This To, Who's Most Likely To Respond First?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;i dont think anyone in my nearest Blogsville is left to do this tag..but still i welcome anyone who want to do this is free to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5821180391086116210?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5821180391086116210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5821180391086116210&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5821180391086116210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5821180391086116210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/06/sawaal-kuch-30phew.html' title='Sawaal kuch 30....Phew...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7107553820125508577</id><published>2008-05-12T19:07:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:58:52.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When in Doubt... Chuck it Out... !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blast/showcase/submitted/images/gallery/dara_confused_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blast/showcase/submitted/images/gallery/dara_confused_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is full of surprises, turns, twists, doubts and of course solutions, but when the prior come as they want ...  the latter is but, a quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to decisions, is what but human nature, and its only when we see the results that we realize, if ever,  our mistake.  And then begins a chain of doubts, confusions and when the solutions seems so far it further adds up to tensions and higher into depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start with getting irritated at small things, and then you further start disliking which initially intensifies into hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Am I going too far by now? yup.. you would be wondering ... whats going up with this girl? or would have realized, that there's something wrong ... well that could be only when you are still reading this, and if you really have reached this point then you obviously are, and i would like to thank you for being this  patient and go through my  stream of thoughts and ramblings. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach a height, when, you actually dont know what to do and whom to actually talk to. You just know and feel stuck, caught up but you cant see the ropes that tie you, or you could just struggle to cut them off. And, It gets horrible, when you  let this inner war  to go on and you know you cannot do anything about it, just nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ACTUALLY FRUSTRATING ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me? Or better do not ask me ... coz may be the feelings are hard to pen down, you cannot jot down the exact blend of emotions and streams your mind and heart are fighting with. You just have to wait and watch, who turns out to be the survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two options ... Either Keep Fighting ... Or Give in !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving in seems so easier, but you know you cannot when you know what you are giving in for, so the better is the harder, one ... Keep Fighting !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz the feeling of being a Winner ... not a Survivor ... is what gives you immense Pleasure and initial satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7107553820125508577?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7107553820125508577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7107553820125508577&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7107553820125508577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7107553820125508577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-in-doubt-chuck-it-out.html' title='When in Doubt... Chuck it Out... !!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-172903335772618750</id><published>2008-05-01T20:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:42:11.264+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Linked With Love...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/409257/2/istockphoto_409257_love_linked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/409257/2/istockphoto_409257_love_linked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Love-link Tag is another of those Linky Love game where you only have to tag 10 person in one post but still there is no actual limit (you can tag more if you want!). Once tagged, you have to copy paste the link in this post, and make them grow!Do not delete any of the links and be honest to yourself!copy paste the link in this post, and make them grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://bennyliew.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BennyLiew&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://ramblingmoo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;RamblingMoo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mummyinvain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mum &amp;amp; Kids In Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.judelittle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Judelittle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://blogsphere.myminicity.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Our mini blogsphere&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://ruangsudut.info/" target="_blank"&gt;Rooms in My Heart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://janiceng.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://janiceng.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.demoments.net/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;ChinNee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.lovechildrenright.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jo-N&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ladyjava.javaura.com/" target="_blank"&gt;LadyJava's Lounge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://panasians.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Strange but True&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mariucasperfume.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mariuca's Perfume Gallery&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://putramahkota.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Meet Uncle J-Uncle J&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://syabilsania.blogspot.com//" target="_blank"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://angrianiworld.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;aNgRiAniWoRLd&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://chikum4risa.kronikus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;How’s Life Bout,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aimandanialafiq.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Three Heroes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ceedyreflections.blogspot.com"&gt;Ceedy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://veena-mypicsandstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nidhi&lt;/a&gt; You ARE NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deeksha, Durjoy, ... (Seems like everyones alredy been Tagged) ... And anyone who comes across and feels like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-172903335772618750?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/172903335772618750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=172903335772618750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/172903335772618750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/172903335772618750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-link-tag-is-another-of-those-linky.html' title='Linked With Love...!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6832389451832231483</id><published>2008-04-19T12:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:09:44.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>No Place Like ... Home ..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unltd.org.uk/blogs/files/despairveiledcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.unltd.org.uk/blogs/files/despairveiledcc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She stood there, looking over the high wrought iron gates, at the dead of night. After all, this was the moment she had waited for, for all those years. But, now when it had finally arrived, she could not put together herself towards it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In all those years, when she had wanted to come back, it dawned on her her, that she had never exactly thought about the moment itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She was finally home, returned to the place she had had a family. It was here she would have grown up, completed her education, spent every school holiday...,  ... how she missed those vacations ... Christmas Eve's, mother laying out a big Feast, relatives and cousins flowing in,  with Father reading out stories to them at night - by the fire in the living room,   good night kisses from the mother ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;How many times  she had wanted them to be by her side ... on the completion of her school, on the day she graduated, it would have been her mother who would have selected her wedding dress, how happy she would have been to see her grand-children growing up, getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The life she had lost, had hardly ever seemed so real to her, just as at this moment when she knew, she was about to see the place, where it had all been taken away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She slipped a hand and pushed open the rusted gate. There was a frozen moment, finally she breathed out and took a step further. The hedge had grown wild in the forty years, since she had been saved from the flaming house and taken away by her uncle. Most of the Bungalow was still standing amongst the waist high grass. The attic and the top floors had totally been destroyed by the fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She stood at the gate, gazing up at the wreck that once had been ... ... Home ...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6832389451832231483?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6832389451832231483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6832389451832231483&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6832389451832231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6832389451832231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place Like ... Home ..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7256799196108888354</id><published>2008-03-31T21:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>♂♥♀</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R_EXUv0LCaI/AAAAAAAAANY/NXvyiXB8h20/s1600-h/ATcAAABukW_uOr0p1whF1bUnS5-dpfcFLFD99_Vap6O3k1vNP25I048JOeYrNx27oZbSgaBBdId1B-iXH5P-lCh2oxDiAJtU9VDf3_Z0ZH6BaqRa2zvIp0cnX5HscQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R_EXUv0LCaI/AAAAAAAAANY/NXvyiXB8h20/s320/ATcAAABukW_uOr0p1whF1bUnS5-dpfcFLFD99_Vap6O3k1vNP25I048JOeYrNx27oZbSgaBBdId1B-iXH5P-lCh2oxDiAJtU9VDf3_Z0ZH6BaqRa2zvIp0cnX5HscQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183950291280267682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back after a long time..and the stream of words is ready to just flow and unstoppable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just go on and on and on.....and when the Topic is this...WOOOOOO...!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, that we Love to hate each other....and stil....cant survive without each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are about to come closer we feel  threatened...our freedom and know not what....but when they are not....we feel a an unavoidable VOID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will it always be a mystery or a puzzle just to be solved but its me who's been looking at all the wrong places or pices to join.?&lt;br /&gt;What do i do...now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we feel the same for each other but still cant feel or realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think we are a mystery and for us (gals ATTN who think they know all about them) they are a mystery too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,one's a mystery its just that may be we don't wanna believe that the other half is or could be clear crystal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then to all you guys,,,may be u r rite to some extent...a womens heart sure is an ocean of mysteries...and u never know what lies beneath. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be alert! You never know whats running on her mind. and how is she taking your statement of facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Soorryy, Dunno what m writin so jus closin it down]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7256799196108888354?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7256799196108888354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7256799196108888354&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7256799196108888354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7256799196108888354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='♂♥♀'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R_EXUv0LCaI/AAAAAAAAANY/NXvyiXB8h20/s72-c/ATcAAABukW_uOr0p1whF1bUnS5-dpfcFLFD99_Vap6O3k1vNP25I048JOeYrNx27oZbSgaBBdId1B-iXH5P-lCh2oxDiAJtU9VDf3_Z0ZH6BaqRa2zvIp0cnX5HscQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-667984854455938672</id><published>2008-03-14T16:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:50:11.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlogThings'/><title type='text'>Is it ....or....Is it not..???///</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;You Are 44% Vain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little vain, but more than anything you have a healthy amount of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the world of yourself is great. Just don't think less of those who aren't as pretty as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You Are An ENTP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/entp.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Your Sensitivity Score: 53%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/sensitive-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as sensitivity goes, you're a lot more in tune than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but be touched by what's around you - good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when things do get really bad around you, you are strong enough not to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/"&gt;Are You Extremely Sensitive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-667984854455938672?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/667984854455938672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=667984854455938672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/667984854455938672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/667984854455938672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-oris-it-not.html' title='Is it ....or....Is it not..???///'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8352313711395033583</id><published>2008-03-05T15:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:03:41.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>10 Th!ng$ i Hate @bout Guy$.....!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.fortunecity.com/agreeve/togetherbw/fight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://members.fortunecity.com/agreeve/togetherbw/fight.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veena's This tag had really been kept pending for a long time now. Soory...ppls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm/....HATE...well..hate is a really harsh word to use...but now that i have to jot down points..so the list is never ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;....LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules of the game are:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;---write 10 things u hate about the opposite sex&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;---at the end of the tag, tag 5 random bloggers to take up the tag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I would try jotting down both... also some big put offs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[STATUARY WARNING: COULD BE SIMILAR TO OTHERS']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1) Pretentious guys are a big big put off...why cant you be what you actually are...your habit of  exaggerating about yourself...would put me into hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate it when i am talking and you are not looking at me, instead glancing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate it when you try to underestimate girls...heylo..don't even try that in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I hate those guys who take every girl as a bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I hate it when you try to attract attention by stupid stuff like, switching blaring music/ horn in your car..when you show off..accessories, brands...**roll her eyes**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Fine you know more about technical things/ gizmos/...but no need asserting that again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I hate when you act diplomatic.....I hate it..I hate it..I hate it..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Attitude is good...but all wrong kinds in NOT ACCEPTABLE...what if you look good..noone in dis world gave you the permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I hate double standards in guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) when you dont wanna share a joke..why crack it in front of us.....BLEH.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;YIPPIIEE....done it ..  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Whom do I tag...seems like everyone's already done it..  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8352313711395033583?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8352313711395033583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8352313711395033583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8352313711395033583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8352313711395033583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-thng-i-hate-bout-guy.html' title='10 Th!ng$ i Hate @bout Guy$.....!!!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7296119292666759332</id><published>2008-02-15T13:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:54:33.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perception'/><title type='text'>PeRcEpTiOn...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digital-perception.net/fadedghostimage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.digital-perception.net/fadedghostimage2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/only_in_quiet_waters_do_things_mirror_themselves/10967.html"&gt;Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted.  Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perception - How easy is it to blame everything on this small word called perception. But then, why not, because this is it, that makes the world go round, It's perception that makes you what you think you are and what you think others are and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;The same person could be a great friend of someone and that very could be someone greatest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who hate me and take me to snobbish, un co-operative, and with all wrongs kinds of attitude. But, yes there are more, who are of the belief that there no other person  kinder ans stupid than me. They find me immature and stupid because they think that i am just too good to people, even those who don't deserve it, and they find it stupid of me, to be good to even those.&lt;br /&gt;What is the harm in being good, but may be goodness at the wrong hour/place does no good.  It so, that we have to think even before doing good to someone?..Huh..what is the world coming too. No one wants help now-a-days, Everyone thinks that they know what they want and can help themselves good go on then.&lt;br /&gt;But why be bad to someone whose fault is being kind and who was just trying to help. Why use the person and make him feel wanted just to throw him at the first opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Or is this the way of life...one has to learn and abide by...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Really liked this quote by Bon Jovi, so am using it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;“Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7296119292666759332?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7296119292666759332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7296119292666759332&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7296119292666759332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7296119292666759332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/perception.html' title='PeRcEpTiOn...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5511418356671081819</id><published>2008-02-14T20:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:56:48.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You'll never find your pleasure if you worry about your pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://gujjuben.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-are-you-complaining-about.html"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;What are you Complaining about&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gujjuben.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Solitaire's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://gujjuben.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;- PsychoBabble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It actually left me thinking, how selfish one can get in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We just get on with our lives, seeing ourselves to be the most suffered. Ignoring the idea, that out there, there are umpteenth of men and women, compared to whom our problems seem trivial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But, we do not think and we do not care, and just walk on. The questions you raised actually shook me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You dont have shoes to match your outfit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You dont have enough clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your roommates suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't have a date on Valentine's Day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You are 5 pounds overweight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your hair is too frizzy on a humid day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gas prices are too high?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You hate your professor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You got a B in one of your classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We have had such great normal childhood, great parents, more so friends and still we find the misses, which actually are nothing compared to the happy moments we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Are these even things to worry about, but we do tend to do that and brood about such idiotic issues. Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that because we cant see the truth, or we can but opt to just ignore it, giving them a sweeping look and walk on with our lives believing - "We have far more issues to worry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why cant we be happy about 99 good things that happened to us than brood about 1 that did not happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never find your pleasure if you worry about your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5511418356671081819?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5511418356671081819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5511418356671081819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5511418356671081819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5511418356671081819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-read-this-post-what-are-you.html' title='You&apos;ll never find your pleasure if you worry about your pain'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-9125541617952456577</id><published>2008-02-13T22:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:10:36.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlogThings'/><title type='text'>My Writing Type.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-9125541617952456577?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/9125541617952456577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=9125541617952456577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/9125541617952456577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/9125541617952456577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-writing-type.html' title='My Writing Type.....'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2168861260376148319</id><published>2008-02-13T17:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:29:55.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag you the Names____</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I saw this Tag on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://xhtheexperthand.blogspot.com/"&gt;--xh--&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://veena-mypicsandstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veena's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; blogs and since noone tagged me - I took the opportunity, tagging myself for this one. So, here i go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp;amp; current car) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Myna Safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ButterScotch chocochip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR “FLY Guy” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;N-Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) - (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;dont have a middle name, so using my father's name&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Yogendra Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sha-Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Turquoise Coffee&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Malik Jagannath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp;amp; father’s middle names ) - (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;mom doesnot have one so am using a part of her old name - names change after marriage right&lt;/span&gt;) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nath Devi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dubey Denver&lt;/span&gt; ;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Winter Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange Sweaty&lt;/span&gt;  ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Bread Butter-Banyan Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'The Reading Spring Tour'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am done. Please feel free to pick up. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-2168861260376148319?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2168861260376148319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2168861260376148319&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2168861260376148319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2168861260376148319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-you-names.html' title='Tag you the Names____'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1699596571665756016</id><published>2008-02-07T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Lights..Camera..Action..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6tGGRfvakI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i31b44c1THs/s1600-h/shootingOutline.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6tGGRfvakI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i31b44c1THs/s200/shootingOutline.psd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164298471300098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was an exciting fun day all in all at the college. It was actually - Lights Camera Action and obviously the great future Director Nidhi..    ;B was behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a college assignment. and we were required to shoot a Five-Shot film, that counts for max 30 secs.&lt;br /&gt;Today only 6 people turn up for the class, i tell you the way its going..god knows wt will happen..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sir took the attendance and left us to do the shoot. We could take the camera anywhere in the campus and shoot, wow...i luv it.. have done lots of it during the fest remember...wrote a whole post about it when Veena tagged me...You can check it &lt;a href="http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-road-ahead.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Diksha decided to work together. well i wanted some action and she wanted serenity/ nature - so was getting  a bit  confusing. and there we were standing in the garden and both saw the basket ball court  past it  and the  ball  getting in the basket and  an idea struck both our minds.  Basket Ball...!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shots decided now run for the camera which we had very  humbly given over to other student as  subject was undecided and now - How to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought about first hand talking to the guys , who were palying so that they get a better idea and dont leave before we reach them or more get the camera. So, the talk done - :(..their class is gonna start so needed to rush..but no...the person was taking hell lotta time... :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally as expected they left. But, But, But...Surprises...today i got to meet all my cab mates - well i left the cab in dec :(... :O - shit i dint write abt that...wel lobviously ws occupied with exams...well i'll write..smday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, tHEY ARRANGED FOR A BETTER GROUP ;D  ;B...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A player from Bio-tech...dat done...go to the location wait for the people to turn up and guess what....we dont have a ball.... :O  WHAT doesnot the college provide it...noppy you have to get ur own..but the guy is good resourceful..arranged for the other guys + ball...and these were way better than those who were un co-operative and minus on looks.  :P  ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all went great, great shots, Greater director..wow wow wow..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is scheduled for the editing..well will try uploading the thing if gets completed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-1699596571665756016?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1699596571665756016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1699596571665756016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1699596571665756016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1699596571665756016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/lightscameraaction.html' title='Lights..Camera..Action..!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6tGGRfvakI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i31b44c1THs/s72-c/shootingOutline.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5844839255039293426</id><published>2008-02-07T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:19:43.505+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.microsoft.com/enable/images/aging/scan3_print.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.microsoft.com/enable/images/aging/scan3_print.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya....really liked it...was searching for possible pics for my next Post and found this...Got it from &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/enable/aging/scan3_large.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5844839255039293426?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5844839255039293426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5844839255039293426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5844839255039293426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5844839255039293426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1488109953282301305</id><published>2008-02-02T22:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.425+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>MeMe......'MaMa..Save me' frm gettin Maimed...;) :P...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6SlOhfvajI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jpuXaKohsDY/s1600-h/articleimage%5B1%5D.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6SlOhfvajI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jpuXaKohsDY/s200/articleimage%5B1%5D.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162432741801683506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well...I got Tagged yet again ....by Veena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://veena-mypicsandstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/meme-i-am-meme-ed.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i gotta do it......[NOOOOOO...i dun wanna do it......].....got no other topic to talk abt u see.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heylo...will anyone please help me understand the whole set of Q's so that i could ever answer hem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine i got tagged but it took me a hell lotta time to figure out what the Q's actuall are...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and now that i think i know what the person wanna ask...i juz dunno the answers to them....lol...&lt;br /&gt;dis time m determined to keep it short as acoording to a survey, not many ppl read my long essays...lol..again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohks so, i'll try my level best ....so here i go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) It is important to be liked by others...no. Nope, it is not important to be liked by others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ahem..Ahem..well it has took me half of my lifetime...to figur this out..and i would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rose remains a Rose, but the purpose is not solved until one realises its presence or in simpler words acknowledges it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it change anything, may be it does....but as they say who cares...but smtime it does matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;1 down..9more to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Obedience is a virtue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Obedience well/...., wt is your definition of being obedient anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;if you expect me to follow everythin unquestioned and with closed eyes then plz i am not of that obedient sorts. I am a human and questioning is next to human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;here goes the 2nd too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) People are not malicious but they become so because of bad experiences or circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Agreed hands down. But with some its the other way round, they are born with it.&lt;br /&gt;and as Veena and dumbledore says..;) its the choices that makes a man rather than experience...blah..blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Finally 3rd gone ( :D 3 is my lucky no. hehhehe evn my birthday falls on the third...that is tomorrow...dont forget to wish me...:D...:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Education broadens our view and makes people more humane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;:O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;......Does it...?/////// :D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;well well...totaly disagree....being humane doesnot at all depend on the education one owns...its rather an inner thing...and if this had been the case...world had been soooo better place to live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) People who have no money troubles are happier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nope. As we grow our expectations take a double leap...so this ones totally falsified by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Noone in this world is ever satisfied with what they have, yeah they dont have to worry about the basic things but then again they have got different things to worry about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why this race is called human..right...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6) As people get older they get wiser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyone could be wise enough, age is not a matter, yeah people do get an experience and been there done that, but age connot qualify anyone of being wise.&lt;br /&gt;Rather they seem wiser coz maybe..what at there time was a big issue, doesnot remain an issue with the newer generations...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) You can live on love and fresh air:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;If everything in the malls are getting free...or they barter it with fresh air.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8) There is a celestial guardian angel looking after each one of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, i know this is not the case, but sometimes it feels so good to believe there actuallly is someone out there to whom you could juz brunt out anything and is lukin after you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;....may be i would be smones angel, or could be.....wow..it actually gives you a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; M feelin so angelic...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey,,....juz 2 to go...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9) All living beings reincarnate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I have two sides..one is logical and disqualifies the thought. But the other one would die to believe it. well i do believe in it..bu tjust human to human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, are all those stories i ever heard could be true?...Wow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ever thought , why in indi movies..men become men and women became women, y dont htey try both coming bak as men or both women...lol...wud be funny...eh..?//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last one..wow ...feelin so lighter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10) Heaven and Hell are places you go to after death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bah...i dont at all or dont at all wanna believe it..all heaven and hell are here..and you bear the fruits of all your doings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well i jus remembered a joke on this....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was saint giving out sermons.&lt;br /&gt;He asked the people sitting..."All who wanna go to Heaven, raise your hands." almost everyone raised their hands.&lt;br /&gt;Next question "All who wanna die, raise your hands" ---- if you could see a single hand.. lol.... hhehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heylo, if you wont die, how will you reach Heaven,,!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well i think i shud go throw a party, i finished it finally....and by the way...m feeling much lighter..now...and yeah my blogs getting updated...heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I Tag Diksha.  :D...Better do it..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-1488109953282301305?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1488109953282301305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1488109953282301305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1488109953282301305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1488109953282301305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/mememamasave-me-frm-gettin-maimed-p.html' title='MeMe......&apos;MaMa..Save me&apos; frm gettin Maimed...;) :P...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R6SlOhfvajI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jpuXaKohsDY/s72-c/articleimage%5B1%5D.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6117991362129711317</id><published>2008-01-28T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>A trampled Flower...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R521VBfvaiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cQlml7Oib2k/s1600-h/122817_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R521VBfvaiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cQlml7Oib2k/s320/122817_54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160480120819903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this &lt;a href="http://realimaginations.blogspot.com/2008/01/newly-wed.html"&gt;Post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://realimaginations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Calm Frenzies'&lt;/a&gt; Blog, and it took me back to a fragment of someone else's life. It happend long back, may be I was not even born then. I know it, because me and my aunt ( my chachi) are open enough and discuss such issues. Here it is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is getting married, she has all those dreams of a new beginning, new life, she has her own perspective of a new future which she wishes to mold herself. A new family a husband, who would always be there for her and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that very person plucks away and tramples your very dreams, you had nurtured for half of lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anupama (imaginary name) had just completed her graduation and her family was already looking for prospective guys to get her engaged and married. One such proposal came forward, they were good family and the guy was an executive in a big firm. Anupama's family was joyous to get such a good match for their only daughter ( she was a single daughter in 2 generations). And the family was all ready for extravaganza, it had to be the best and big affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got married. First few months were the happiest of her life. She got such great and nice people as a family and such warm-hearted and loving husband. what more does a girl wants ( in those days it mostly used to be like that ). Her life was going on a good scale and she was more than happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell broke out when her husband came back from an official tour, - "Anu, I want to talk to you." "Yes, tell me. What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Anu, don't take me wrong. See, I am about to get my promotion in 2 weeks bu t there are some formalities."&lt;br /&gt;"That's great news."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I know. I'll be out for a week. I want you to go over to My boss' place and spend a week with him."&lt;br /&gt;No, she had not heard him correctly. What was he saying. He is not in his senses. No, this cant be true. "Anu, did you hear, what i said." She was shaken she could not believe her ears. She wanted to die this very moment. "How could you...how could you suggest such a thing...???///&lt;br /&gt;"Dont you want me to succeed in life?"....&lt;br /&gt;This went on for weeks. Harrased Anupama dint have a choice........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, her body was found lifeless, but untouched, by a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6117991362129711317?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6117991362129711317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6117991362129711317&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6117991362129711317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6117991362129711317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-read-this-post-on-calm-frenzies-blog.html' title='A trampled Flower...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R521VBfvaiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cQlml7Oib2k/s72-c/122817_54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7569755474070045751</id><published>2008-01-26T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:22:50.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Hello People...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry for not being that active, as i used to be, because i believe quality does matter after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondly, i have started a new blog and am a bit busy with that too. Its mainly a fan-fiction kind of a thing. Its related to Harry Potter series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This is the  link, you can read that if you are interested in Harry Potter Saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://hpehfanfic-nidhisharma3286.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harry Potter and the Exiled Heiress!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have finished writing 3 chapters till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be more than happy if i get good feedback and suggestions..coz its the first time i am trying my hand on writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! :)&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/6105640951377076339-7569755474070045751?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7569755474070045751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7569755474070045751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7569755474070045751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7569755474070045751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-people.html' title='Hello People...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6970979011317717996</id><published>2008-01-22T22:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:55:48.703+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>Just One of the Guys...!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://finifenmaa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://finifenmaa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6105640951377076339"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6105640951377076339" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being one of the guys could be so very confusing...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really get along with guys well- be it my cousins, frenz..&lt;br /&gt;may be they feel at home...are comfortable enough with me or in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;They just go on saying anythin and wen i say anythin den its like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even yesterday i was with frenz (minus gals) and full @#$% session was goin on by guy no 1 and wen guy no 2 said arre at least stop it (indicatin me) and then guy no1 said - "Arre iska kuch nahi hai iske samne chalta hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine its good that if you are frens then theres nuthin like thinkin twice before speakin but the same reaction changes wen another gal ( of our gang) is around&lt;br /&gt;dunno i be happy about it or be sad for not being treated  that ways...fine m too unlike many gals (basic cribbers and unadjusting and who just arre soo girly with all those nakhras), fun loving and sporty and active.&lt;br /&gt;thats good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evn my best fren (in collg, whos a guy) treats me like one of the guys (okay there are moments - which are very few - that he ever changes that attitude), but they al take me to be devoid of those girly sentiments....BUhuhbhubuuhuhuuu...LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl! after all...!!!! ;P.........well i have mastered in takin everythin in my stride...bt smtimed it feels strange not be gettin taht special treatment ;D....lol..hheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wotsay people - " i be happy about it, or........!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6970979011317717996?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6970979011317717996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6970979011317717996&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6970979011317717996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6970979011317717996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-one-of-guys.html' title='Just One of the Guys...!!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-1800227902467859969</id><published>2008-01-20T21:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5NuisZ6nuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cCFt2BKZmWo/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5NuisZ6nuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cCFt2BKZmWo/s320/shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587540583816930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"If you seriously wanna know a girl, Take her shopping...!!"...  ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Shopping actually does that to you..and you would never want the spree to end, if someone else's wallet is at a loss..!! (heheh..).Girls are like that..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Just went out for shopping today and believe me nothing can beat that..!!! the biggest stress buster ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the day was all in all great and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part - i have mastered in helping other people shop too (i had gone with a neighbor) and even convincing them in easing down their wallets lol...so, even if i dint ran on my accounts today i made others' accounts shaky...hahahah....lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people this is the best time to shop, get reqdy and brace yourself..!!! ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6105640951377076339-1800227902467859969?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1800227902467859969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=1800227902467859969&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1800227902467859969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/1800227902467859969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoever-said-money-cant-buy-happiness.html' title='Whoever said money can&apos;t buy happiness simply didn&apos;t know where to go shopping'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5NuisZ6nuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cCFt2BKZmWo/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4910941581805067312</id><published>2008-01-19T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:07.137+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>A better Road Ahead...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5H0SsZ6nqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZHMBBd9JCJI/s1600-h/world%2Bof%2Bdarkness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5H0SsZ6nqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZHMBBd9JCJI/s400/world%2Bof%2Bdarkness.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157171650310610594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey all, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://veena-mypicsandstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/ms-2007.html"&gt;Veena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tagged me, and i have been thinkin of doing this thing up, but didnt get the time for it, so Here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 2008 self to My 2007 self [i know its quite long, but what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, its a whole long year - I would appreciate if you read whole - but den if you cant plese do leave comments. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Nidhi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Everyone, once in a while is prone to  making wrong choices in life, But Few learn out of them, and then again, If you don't make a choice, How would one differentiate right from wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Welcome to the new year, a whole new year promising you new discoveries, both around and within you. This year is going to be a roller-coaster ride for you,  taking you from a whole set of  complexities to new set of  complexities (LOL).  Well this year is gonna be fun, with new and better friends (in the immediate surrounding).&lt;br /&gt;Dont fret, you will make good friends in college ( already had - ties will become stronger), do not worry about what people say (they do not care about you and so dont feel bad for leaving them ). You will get a new haircut - and you will get many compliments - that too from most unexpected ones !!!( a time to be elated ...heheheh). You would be stupid enough to accept being the CR (class representative) of the class - fret about it (but feel good when people acknowledge that you actually are putting in hardwork). you will have to listen a lot from people - just because - you are too good and do  not want to hurt a soul. ( idiot brace yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Balaji Telefilms would come to your college f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;or campus placements and you would miss them for your cousins marriage ( dont worry you'll fret about it, the whole year round..lol..).&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday would bring great surprises and great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be working yourself up for the college festival (march)- as you would be leading the camera crew ( covering the whole event) - practice sessions cum fun - coz almost alll frens have ended up being in the crew ..lol. You would be staying in the hostel with your goody fren Reshma for three days during the college fest - and have the time of your life! You would put on your favourite silk skirt for the second night do  - Fashion show ( blush everytime - when people come upto you and say "what are you doing here ? go backstage!" - thinking you to be one of the participant...!!) and the day/ night would be best as you would be getting most of the glances ;;B.. Hell would break lose as it would start raining after 2 hours and your professor would call you to give bytes(in your language - interview) to some news channels(aj tak, zee, ...) came to cover the event with you dripping and rain falling, you would fix up some junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; and run, you would be mad and would take out your heel stile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ttos (a hindrance in your running) and would be running like mad to the college block (your department) and fret over your dress getting into a mess. lol..which would be quite funny for your frens as you would refuse to sit on the stairs (as the show would commence indoors) even if your back is aching from the whole days' work.&lt;br /&gt;All in all you would have great fun the next day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter part of March would be consumed in the college classes and eat outs, etc etc normal. April too would be a bit same with the head on hanging with exams and you runnin all over the library to get books and notes ( and your frens- group- is doting on you too for the notes) and you would be mad again and again wen you see just yourself getting serious for it.&lt;br /&gt;May would go with Exams and eat outs and finally you would go off to gajraula to spend a few days there before you get internship. You would get your Internship offer from none other than '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindustan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt;' and you would be soooo much happy! and the next (11 June - 11 July) one month is going to be great just great in the work environment as you would be lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; enough to get good co operative boss and seniors who would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; very encouraging you a lot and all will be well. You would be going  places, getting by-lines, reporting and get amused at how people treat you after they hear the brand name attached - '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;By July you would be caught up  with 'Harry Potter Trivia' (with oncoming movie and book releases) and would talk out a senior with your&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-journey-with-harry-potter-series-jk.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;interest in the series&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and wish to write something. Things would be almost finalised - but you would catch 'chicken pox' and sit and fret at home. You would be able to finally convince (emotionally black mailing ) your mom in getting you a HP 7 book . Its release would clash with the exact days you would take to recover and the first you get out would the morning of 21 July waiting outside '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cafe&lt;/span&gt;' store to get your copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You would come home and start reading it hungrily - you will have to stop because there would be plan of watching the 5th part along with your sister and neighbors' kids ( one -being 7 yrs and one 9 yrs) - you would be mad as the kids would irritate you with  flood of queries and wont let you watch the movie.  You will be back eat and start reading and wont sleep or get up before you finish it ( that would be 6' O clock in the mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ning), you have achieved the record because mom is not home (gone off to Gajraula - else she wont have let you do this). You will fall in love with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt;..**sniff**sniff**.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5INeMZ6ntI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWVnywyYGcA/s1600-h/snape12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5INeMZ6ntI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWVnywyYGcA/s320/snape12b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157199335669800658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(From now on i would be rushing up a bit - as its becoming very long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College begins in August - You would again be idiotic enough to accept being the CR of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Veena would come as a change and a great and pleasant surprise you would have great time and would be able to convince her and hold her up at your place for 2 days.!! ( be happy who have mastered in the act...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;You would be attending many weddings..!!!&lt;br /&gt;College would go normal - in Nov there will be clashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, You would stand up for your own values rather then supporting the popular culture and stay put even if your frens chhange sides (dont worry they are finally your frens and would be proud of you and be at your side if someone else tries to mess up because you are not siding with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; - (and the group would break up INTO 3 EACH later not because of the siding business LOL).  Well dont worry it would be for good you people would be better off and and making a bigger one and these days would make your college days as memorable as ever - there wont be a single day you wont go out have fun and return home with a big smile on your face. And the excursions wont stop even during exams in Dec.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/exams-overrrrr-d-28-dec-2007.html"&gt;you would go out to 'Wonders of the World' at the 'Great India Place' (new mall -noida-right opposite Centre  Stage Mall) on the last day of your college&lt;/a&gt;. anD all these eat outs would leave you 2 kilos more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would go off to Gajraula the next day and have fun&gt;&gt;&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-31st-dec.html"&gt;New Years eve would be fun and friend would come and stay for a day...!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I think thats enough. Phew i thought i had forgotten but everything stated coming up once i started writing. May be i could write a novel or something...heheh ( please do not be afraid ..i was just kidding... ) do leave comments...and thats it..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;thanks for reading or even trying..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6105640951377076339-4910941581805067312?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4910941581805067312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4910941581805067312&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4910941581805067312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4910941581805067312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-road-ahead.html' title='A better Road Ahead...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R5H0SsZ6nqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZHMBBd9JCJI/s72-c/world%2Bof%2Bdarkness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-3706143513756556504</id><published>2008-01-16T12:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:07.382+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen Pals'/><title type='text'>Waiting For that Letter to Arrive......!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4299sZ6noI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uTbP2oYsQA0/s1600-h/2002110401130201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4299sZ6noI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uTbP2oYsQA0/s320/2002110401130201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155986015998615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://veena-mypicsandstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-writing-letters.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Veena - Which took me back to my own growing up years. Memories started to flood in like snapshots of some different movie - that life seems so long forgotten, as if a part of someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subtle letter writing, exchange of cards and everything seem so long gone with all this techno-gushing in the lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was way back in '97, i just filled a pen pal club form (it was some International thing)at a friend's place, just for the sake of fun, rather than anything else. Time passed and it went out of my mind completely! And then again childhood days are like that, there's hardly anything that could catch their fancy for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i was no exception, and forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in late in '99, i was just idling around at home in the afternoon, and then the doorbell went off. It was the postman (in those days i used to be totally in my stamp collection thing and used to pester him a lot to give me, if any, new stamps on or off any envelope). He handed me a letter, I exactly remember it, It was a baby yellow colored envelope which enclosed a letter and two hand made cards wishing me Christmas and forthcoming new year. O h my God! now it dawned on me and all that form thing came back to my mind. My form had been considered and finally been accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was my first letter from my first Pen Pal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My happiness knew no bounds! I was ecstatic !&lt;/span&gt; It got such a thrill to get a letter specially addressed to me and to realise that someone out there would be waiting and expecting my reply.&lt;br /&gt;Thus began a whole new chapter of exchanging letters, pictures, mementos and cards.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i saw the postman uncle, I used to rush towards him, expecting a letter. Her name was Kaisa, she was from Finland. Beautiful place, as she described it, its cultures, practices and everything from weather to its seasonal sports, and what not. It was a whole new experience. I was looking into a whole new world through her letters. Trying to visualise as to what she would had been feeling or doing. I'LL GIVE YOU AN EXAMPLE :&lt;br /&gt;As, she wrote - I am sitting at the porch, under the sun, Its spring and the temperature is 15 degrees, Listening to the radio and writing you a letter an so on..&lt;br /&gt;OR :&lt;br /&gt;Its Late in the night, done with all my chores and now writing a letter to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually not easy to express all my feelings out on the blog, because some things just cant be explained or expressed, its just in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah as i was growing up, the pressures of my academics took me, with my boards 10th and finally i shifted to Delhi to do my 11th and 12th, still i tried hard to maintain that constancy, but somewhere in between it just went out. With three address changes we somewhere lost touch, and with life's own demands, it went somewhere at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;(I still have all her letters intact along with the envelopes and cards she had sent in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish, i could start off again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be it not my fault all together (human nature - we somehow tend to defend ourselves), with all this rise in technology - emails, community sites, phones - have taken a toll on this subtlest art. A personalised letter gives such such a high thrill which is incomparable with any other counterpart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-3706143513756556504?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3706143513756556504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=3706143513756556504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3706143513756556504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3706143513756556504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting-for-that-letter-to-arrive.html' title='Waiting For that Letter to Arrive......!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4299sZ6noI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uTbP2oYsQA0/s72-c/2002110401130201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8486800350014429749</id><published>2008-01-15T17:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:41:18.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlogThings'/><title type='text'>Um..Um..I am or am i not?/...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Prejudiced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouprejudicedquiz/prejudiced-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are you color blind, but you're also ethnicity blind, gender blind, and sexual orientation blind.&lt;br /&gt;You don't judge someone until you truly know them. And even then, you're probably reluctant to judge.&lt;br /&gt;You try to treat everyone equally. Everyone has a fair chance with you.&lt;br /&gt;Good job - there's not a prejudiced bone in your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouprejudicedquiz/"&gt;Are You Prejudiced?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8486800350014429749?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8486800350014429749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8486800350014429749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8486800350014429749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8486800350014429749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/umumi-am-or-am-i-not.html' title='Um..Um..I am or am i not?/...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6061676927243700133</id><published>2008-01-15T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:41:34.129+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlogThings'/><title type='text'>There's a kid in everyone...&amp; I am no exception..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Need to Grow Up a Little&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isittimeforyoutoactlikeawomanquiz/grow-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not a kid anymore, though sometimes it's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is somewhat adult, but chances are, you aren't really satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;Whether this means getting a better job or dumping a loser boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely time for you to start living a fully adult life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isittimeforyoutoactlikeawomanquiz/"&gt;Is it Time for You to Act Like a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6061676927243700133?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6061676927243700133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6061676927243700133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6061676927243700133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6061676927243700133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-kid-in-everyone-i-am-no.html' title='There&apos;s a kid in everyone...&amp; I am no exception..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-5965186709224593863</id><published>2008-01-15T01:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:41:48.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlogThings'/><title type='text'>What is your name's hidden meaning..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Nidhi Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-5965186709224593863?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5965186709224593863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=5965186709224593863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5965186709224593863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/5965186709224593863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-your-names-hidden-meaning.html' title='What is your name&apos;s hidden meaning..?'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4754601940565859515</id><published>2008-01-14T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:07.588+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>My own Dedication to Myself...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4uskcZ6nnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PtckexsGpNg/s1600-h/92818997_3cd311f633_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4uskcZ6nnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PtckexsGpNg/s400/92818997_3cd311f633_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155403940555824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dedicate this song to myself and also to the gals out there. Be what you are because It is what you are best to be. the more you try to be someone else the more you lose yourself and degrade and then again - "If you are under the Almighty's creation, then undoubtedly, you are special and you don't have any right to feel bad about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You don't run with the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You go your own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You don't play after dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You light up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Got your own kind of style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That sets you apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Baby, that's why you captured my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I know sometimes you feel like you don't fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And this world doesn't know what you have within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I look at you, I see something rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A rose that can grow anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And there's no one I know that can compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different, makes you beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What's there inside you, shines through to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your eyes I see, all the love I'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're all I need, oh girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different, makes you beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Hey, yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You got something so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You touched me so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See material things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't matter to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So come as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You've got nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You won me with all that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I wanna take this chance to say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different,  makes you beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What's there inside you, shines through to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your eyes I see, all the love I'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're all I need, oh girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different, makes you beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You don't know  how you touched my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh in so many ways I just can't describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You taught me what love is supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You saw the little things that make you beautiful to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different, makes you beautiful (to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What's there inside you, (there shines) shines through to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In your eyes I see, all the love I'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're all I need, oh girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What makes you different, makes you beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everything you do is beautiful (so beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Love you give shines right through me (shines right through to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everything you do is beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh, you're beautiful to me (to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A song by Back Street Boys - "Princess Diaries" - I wish everyone gets that someone who sings this for you! ;)&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/6105640951377076339-4754601940565859515?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4754601940565859515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=4754601940565859515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4754601940565859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/4754601940565859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-own-dedication-to-myself.html' title='My own Dedication to Myself...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4uskcZ6nnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PtckexsGpNg/s72-c/92818997_3cd311f633_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2627833620224544375</id><published>2008-01-14T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:43:23.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>If You Believe , Dreams Come true...There's one that is waiting for you...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is the song i really really love and it actually supports my stream of thoughts in the next post, i used an excerpt and then thought why not post teh whole lyrics for your convenience and so you know how beautiful it really is - Its from the movie - "A walk to Remember", sung by Mandy Moore - Please guys and gals a must watch &amp;amp; read(book)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I close my eyes and even when I’m sleeping I’m alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause you are in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Once upon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I only imagined this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And now you’re mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wished for you so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pray that you’d find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe you’re here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Here to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe that dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There’s one that’s waiting there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause I believed when I saw you that when you want something enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Then it can’t escape your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There is nothing in the world that cannot be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everybody said that I was a fool to think that we connect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Everybody said that) I couldn’t get my heart out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; They just didn’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No they just couldn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The feeling that you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The places that you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe that dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There’s one that’s waiting there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause I believed when I saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That when you want something enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Then it can’t escape your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There is nothing in the world that cannot be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never wished for material things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never needed wind in my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wished for anything but you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can’t explain it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone just told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Go where your heart is you’ll never be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe that dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There’s one that’s waiting there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause I believed when I saw you that when you want someone enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Then they can’t escape your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There is nothing in the world that cannot be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-2627833620224544375?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2627833620224544375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2627833620224544375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2627833620224544375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2627833620224544375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-believe-dreams-come-truetheres.html' title='If You Believe , Dreams Come true...There&apos;s one that is waiting for you...!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7490922709714095111</id><published>2008-01-14T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:07.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>"My Own World!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a133/innoc3nence/pictures/maskkcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a133/innoc3nence/pictures/maskkcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"ME AND MY OWN WORLD OF DREAMS ARE ENOUGH FOR ME TO SPEND A LIFETIME!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the truth of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When i am content with myself why do i have to run across and look around for happiness. Can anyone (and then be it anyone) give me enough happiness, if I, myself am not willing to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a controversial thing to say but - i can  be sensitive, imaginative, artistic, emotional at one time and on the other i can be practical, ambitious - a total opposite. Why do i have to be burdened under the pressures of being pretentious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do people today think that there is no point in dreaming, why do they believe that life is all about being practical? - I would like to tell you that, this is not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say "Life is a gamble." OK agreed, but then if you look at it - people who gamble, wish to win - So, in a way they too dream /aspire for things and those aspirations inspire them to gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I say that  - "Once you stop dreaming, believe me, You are dead". Because it is that foundation that shows us the meaning of our lives and pushed us further on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"I dream a lot", and yes , I am, all that stupid to dream about love and that perfect guy and all those silly love stories and somehow i believe in them. My friends who don't take my this tract to be acceptable enough tell me -( and why not, India is full of free advises - "India me muft ki advises bahut milti hain.") - You should be more reasonable . theres nothing as true love. theres nothing in this world - and this world belongs  to all those people - who dont belive in love but still they are in love - Confused? - Even i am! and this has never come to my level of understanding or is it again vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get into a relationship, Just for the heck of it? I am far more happier to dream, then to get hurt and find a reason to falsify my beliefs. And then again when i have waited for so long then why not wait some more (human nature. phew.) May be i'll get what I have always been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be there wait or their dreams were not true enough. May be they dint had the patience for it. May be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovingwhisper.com/media/250-im-afraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lovingwhisper.com/media/250-im-afraid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone dreams and wishes for that perfect someone and most say they never get it. But no its not true! You do get your someone's but you never realise it (again human nature - you never really feel the worth of what you actually have) we sometimes are so busy chasing our dreams that we actually dont realise when it becomes a reality. Its not that you just have to sit and wait for it. "Many people, Many beliefs." - some just keep looking but they don't know, what they are looking for but feel a void and may be that void is a sign that yes something is actually amiss. As someone has said -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"As people wait and long for this perfect lover, they cannot see the person who is in front of them. That person becomes only someone to fill up time, until the perfect person appears on the scene. When people leave this kind of secondary relationship, they may not feel as though they're leaving, because they've never really been there in the first place. They've never had the chance to really know if this person could have been right for them or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd this is just so true we always have a tendency to pine away rather than realise what we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As my friends have decided my fate to be something like the next image :  :;D :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z204/alexel1024/WaitingForDPerfectMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z204/alexel1024/WaitingForDPerfectMan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But then again there is no thing as a perfect man so " I am not waiting for that person to show up as i would better do with someone with a few faults, as I already have had enough with the perfect woman ( My mom, who can see 1 million faults in me in a millisecond - hey can anyone beat that!..lol). I dont have any parameters set - but yes - I am just waiting for that chemistry to happen! ;) and what's  the harm (i have spent millions on those books and movies - and they give me the right to ask this of my life! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kristinesendy.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/loveispatient.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://kristinesendy.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/loveispatient.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend said to me just a few days ago - "How can anyone else tell you, what's right for you?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, people just stop listening to others and looking around. Believe in your dreams - they will come true if you be faithful to them till the very end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would just say yet again - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you believe that dreams come true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s one that’s waiting there for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believed when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;that when you want someone enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they can’t escape your love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in the world that cannot be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you believe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And after all - Where's the harm - "Its my own World!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4s82MZ6nmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mNIVxmDrVIM/s1600-h/mpm-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4s82MZ6nmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mNIVxmDrVIM/s400/mpm-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155281100196191842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7490922709714095111?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7490922709714095111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7490922709714095111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7490922709714095111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7490922709714095111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-own-world.html' title='&quot;My Own World!&quot;'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a133/innoc3nence/pictures/th_maskkcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2051226030696429641</id><published>2008-01-14T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:44:48.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Clash of the Perspectives - I n that respect i would say  " Beleive in your own bigger inner voice!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i144/shoneylee/MIZUNDERSTOOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i144/shoneylee/MIZUNDERSTOOD.jpg" alt="" 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/6105640951377076339-2051226030696429641?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2051226030696429641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2051226030696429641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2051226030696429641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2051226030696429641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/clash-of-perspectives-i-n-that-respect.html' title='Clash of the Perspectives - I n that respect i would say  &quot; Beleive in your own bigger inner voice!&quot;'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6840001151778820663</id><published>2008-01-11T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:08.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plagiarism'/><title type='text'>Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-8cZ6njI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CLqjRDQF0cg/s1600-h/plagiarism600pxw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-8cZ6njI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CLqjRDQF0cg/s320/plagiarism600pxw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154157506686787122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I start off with a famous quote by 'John Milton'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plagiarism :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Plagiarism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is the practice of claiming or implying original authorship of (or incorporating material from) someone else's written or creative work, in whole or in part, into one's own without adequate acknowledgement.  -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; as said by 'Wikipedia'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently i encountered a big act of plagiarism on the net and that too disgusting on many parts. Well as you all have been acquainted with my love for HP series, so i have a habit of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; reading HP fanfictions sometimes, too tell you what a fan fiction is, it is a fictional outcome realated to HP plot that fans have written out some keeping with the theme of the story while some otherwise. So, i was just reaing one of those and halfway we (fellow readers) found out that the guy who was posting all that was copying it from some other site and meanwhile it came out to be that even that was a fake one. Now we have found out one more with the same story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; difference remains that she has more chapters in her posts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew - well that was a long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; chain , and i still cant vouch for her being not a fake. Lol..but in all this i'll miss out on the story as it was really really good.&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3701696/1/The_First_War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So to put a long story short i would say that it is such a disgusting business - this plagiarism and i just do not approve of it have never approved of it - what with most people making it a regular to complete their assignments and all. I have just one question for these maniacs - 'Aren't you born with your own minds or it has corroded with the years of non activity?'&lt;br /&gt;How easy and simple it seems with people copying and pasting  with the word go.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4dBJ8Z6nkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BjB6ACI8qOs/s1600-h/Plagiarism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4dBJ8Z6nkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BjB6ACI8qOs/s320/Plagiarism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154159937638276674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4dCrMZ6nlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FrACF47FU3o/s1600-h/plagiarism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4dCrMZ6nlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FrACF47FU3o/s320/plagiarism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154161608380554834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-e8Z6nhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Xtuj_ShjEqA/s1600-h/plagiarism.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With internet user rate gaining velocity people do not give a damn as such to such matters and believe they can just do anything and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Fine if you really cant resist you can take a look/ sneak peek / get an idea and try form your own opinions about the issue or matter concerned and start off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-psZ6niI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OMBsRL7gSmk/s1600-h/pic009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-psZ6niI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OMBsRL7gSmk/s320/pic009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154157184564239906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please give references/ credits to whomever concerned while copying, avoid idiocities on the net. And next time on do not say 'I dint know'. that the foolishest and lamest excuse and the worst that i encountered from the above mentioned case "She is my sis and its our joint work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i would just say - "jackass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call upon comments and if you people have faced similar situations then do tell me coz i think this is the worst issue people today are facing and should be fought back at. It has already become skin deep.&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/6105640951377076339-6840001151778820663?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6840001151778820663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6840001151778820663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6840001151778820663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6840001151778820663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/copy-from-one-its-plagiarism-copy-from.html' title='Copy from one, it&apos;s plagiarism; copy from two, it&apos;s research...!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R4c-8cZ6njI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CLqjRDQF0cg/s72-c/plagiarism600pxw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-8547372312315917619</id><published>2008-01-09T14:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:46:24.438+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>Life's own Contrasts...!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fineartamerica.com/artworkimages/A3495-3199-tree1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fineartamerica.com/artworkimages/A3495-3199-tree1web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you is interested in knowing what i did wit those seven days new year weekend except from partying and stuff...so, people i read 2 books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sun at Midnight &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Messenger of Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one being a love story set mainly in Antarctica (between a girl who goes there for a research work and the main reason behind to heal her heartbreak wid a longtime boyfriend and how she eventually falls for a guy out there)&lt;br /&gt;The next being a murder mystery (of a painter) - talks about everything - relations, society and all blah blah...but in all that what caught my attention was the point put up by the author Jaqueline Winspear - People with all the riches in the world have time and money for leisure and to spend millions on "paintings" - ( i admit - may be even i wouldnot have thought about it like that , but to think of it - it seriously is strange). People today go to extremes to claim for such things - what with bidding and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Joining hands with an NGO is just a PR thing and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Even those page3 people - i heard and both read somewhere ( wont name them though) - who claim working towards good causes and all that stuff....i have seen them throwing tantrums and giving a hard time to those people...(know it as on the sets story of a documentary being made).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people be soooo very @#$%&gt;&gt;@#$%  If you dont feel for a cause then why run after it just to prove that yes you are actually doing something and good of and for the society..holy shit..!!! And to top it all that too becomes a part of the so called status symbols -'i am working for such  and such Ngo for such &amp;amp;such people". HUH....!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-8547372312315917619?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8547372312315917619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=8547372312315917619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8547372312315917619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/8547372312315917619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-own-contrasts.html' title='Life&apos;s own Contrasts...!!!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-684826044519593691</id><published>2008-01-07T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:57:45.438+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gajraula'/><title type='text'>Heyyy....Happy New Year..!!!! ---- Its 1st Jan...marking a new beggining..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day started off as a great day and ended like a blasting rocking day..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well you get up early after all its not a joke - The first day of the brand newest year people. so, getting up early is all art of the game. As, elders say if the first day goes well then the same vibes follow up for the whole of the year. well this one went awesome so i am actually waiting for bigger better things lol..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so getting up early. washing yourself. Pooja/ Prayer thanking God for all that he's given us. and then - thinking about how to spend the day.. idling around the house eating up this and that. Flicking channels on the TV and what with papa being home and telling you to stay put at a certain news or other boring channel when you actually want to watch something entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally you decide to get up and do the favorite time pass in winters. Going to the back garden and sitting under the sun or idling around fiddling with the plants and everything. and Before you realise you see your family and neighbors following you and then TADA..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i did the same and with people getting assembled, you tend to call up frends and then their parents being frends of your parents are called up too...so a nice gathering is made of some 5-6 families and you just talk away what with those many rounds of tea and snacks - what more do you want on a nice sunny winter afternoon. And time passes so quickly, before you realise it has started to chill and evening is taking over with the sun going off to other lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally assembled people decide to make it a go and soon it turned out to be a great lively homely party. So, someone is sent to collect the woods fo a nice bonfire, after that chore done and again we are warmed up with those red and blue flames, two more rounds of snacks and tea are called up, groups are made into two for 'Antakshari' (an all time favorite sport) - divided among all uncles and children (bachalog) as all the ladies have gone in to prepare something for dinner - so, while we are all havin fun they all are inside in one kitchen making food helping out and what else - their favrite sport 'Gossiping'.&lt;br /&gt;And then ladies too join up in  the game and help out being neutral what with their husbands and kids,,hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;so, finallly it was us who won :D as we had a double treat of both old and new :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a long and nice yummy dinner around the bonfire and fun talks and eveything the party is called off at something around 11 pm as everyone has to get up early as next is a working day. so, a great party that was assembled at something around 1-2 pm lasted till 11 pm and mind it - "IT WAS GREAT FUN...!!!!" :D&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/6105640951377076339-684826044519593691?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/684826044519593691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=684826044519593691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/684826044519593691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/684826044519593691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/heyyyhappy-new-year-its-1st-janmarking.html' title='Heyyy....Happy New Year..!!!! ---- Its 1st Jan...marking a new beggining..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2181854684864724363</id><published>2008-01-07T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:58:10.385+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gajraula'/><title type='text'>New Years Eve..!!!!!! -- 31st Dec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well this day is much awaited as it marks the point for us to forget the past and wish for the future. To put all those unsuccesful moments of displeasure, foul paly, fights, rivalries aside and hope that this coming moment and time would bring with it a new hope a new sunshine ----- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Well in other words - It gives us the message of a new life ahead, that all is not lost yet and to never stop hoping/ wishing/ dreaming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; dont you think it to be a great thought and to top it alll --- All by myself-- so please a round of applause for me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for me this day is a day of celebration, meeting up with old friends and waiting for the clock to strike 12 and gear up to go and wish all you know and meet a good jolly and great new year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we, at Gajaraula, as always have a cultural night arranged for the occasion along with a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, people rush to the dinner area to try and get over with - have their fill and sit at the cultural event venue - which is actuallly arranged in a big park all covered up with a tent and a huge stage in the main center. Well i wont be talkin much about the cultural night as its just a singing and dancing affair which i am quite used to and have got bored of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as The clock strikes 12 there is a huge ruckus at both sides of the stage - what with people and families wishing each other new year and all that stuff well i love these and mark my words this happens evey year and just the same. and gives a feeling of oneness and happiness and love all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sit their till we could - what with such dripping temperature and boring performances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go back home and start with calling up people and sendig Sms's filled with wishes. So, nice good good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6105640951377076339-2181854684864724363?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2181854684864724363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2181854684864724363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2181854684864724363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2181854684864724363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-31st-dec.html' title='New Years Eve..!!!!!! -- 31st Dec.'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-3271433576966212771</id><published>2008-01-07T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:53:18.601+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity'/><title type='text'>Well..Well..Well..!!!!!! -- 29th Dec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sorry for the delay but dis one is reallly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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 style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So guys and gals! By now i think you alll have been acquainted with my much loved 'Gajraula' ans as i had told you about it, it would not had been a much of a mental task to realise that its a small town.&lt;br /&gt;To start with....Just close your eyes and think about it.....Oh ...NO no NO....Plz stop...dont close your eyes - how will you read then ? lol... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Place ==Gajraula, my colony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It is something around 12 - 12:30 in the noon and you are juzt idling around in your back garden. What with such chilling temperatures, one loves sitting under the sun and enjoying the view and all household chores being done ( not by you - of course - coz den there would be nothing to enjoy right!...lol.). So, You are just sitting under the sun and wondering about anything in this world and the last thing you want is a disruption in your stream of thoughts. Then only you are disrupted by -WHAT? - who would have even thought  - noise pollution of a helicopter hovering over your area and property -- worst Disturbing you!.Phew.!&lt;br /&gt;(well as i  had told you earlier that there is a heliport in the colony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next instant you realise that its trying to get down on the heliport ( in the colony) a few 50 steps away. You are just curious to get up and look over - as to what the ruckus is all about (mainly 'WHO' is inside) so you are just luking over and you see a tall guy in a white kurta pajama getting off (without slippers) a kasmiri shawl wrapped around him, before your mind starts racing you see a plum man getting down followed by a lady in white suit-salwar but before that you are all out with your eyes all trying to gett off the sockets and your heart thumping like it would just bounce off...Oh my Gosh...!!!!  It is. Is it?....Oh it is Abhishek Bachchan accompanied by Amar Singh and wifey dear Aish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before you can act...they are off in the car ( that is already waiting) and you are all swooning with the images with your mind in the seventh no eighth no ok then sixth is ok...sixth world..lol. Abhi is juz tooooooo...ooooooooohhhhh...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well for further information they came back to have lunch in the guest house. The purpose was a serious one though - well he had come with the remains of his grandmother and put it in Ganga river - 'visarjan' - well cant think of the correct word in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day was great but the point is i was not present....HAHAHhahahah.....lol..&lt;br /&gt;well i missed them by just 2 hours. But this is the actual version not just a speck of my imagination so roll it guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&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/6105640951377076339-3271433576966212771?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3271433576966212771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=3271433576966212771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3271433576966212771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/3271433576966212771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/wellwellwell-29th-dec.html' title='Well..Well..Well..!!!!!! -- 29th Dec.'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-6014491024048884349</id><published>2008-01-05T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:10.345+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Exams Overrrrr..!!!!!!  :D - 28 Dec 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey everyone, I know I have been off, lately but i was out of town.. so  i am back with all those talks on my mind and as now I have to tell you abot this one week, which was extra out and out eventful......Phew....so Lets Get started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well finally on 28th exams came to an end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YIPPPIIEEEEEEE...!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39msMZ6ncI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8lhO-xXACbA/s1600-h/satyam+006+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;                                     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39msMZ6ncI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8lhO-xXACbA/s200/satyam+006+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151949408165338562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39nDcZ6ndI/AAAAAAAAAGE/quWO4RoKCJw/s1600-h/satyam+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39nDcZ6ndI/AAAAAAAAAGE/quWO4RoKCJw/s200/satyam+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151949807597297106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o the plan was to go out for full time Masti.....that ended up on a trip to the new opened Wonders of the World (Amusement Park) and dinner at Punjabi Tadka ( did I forget to write Lip- Smacking..:P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual it alll started like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, Lets go somewhere". "Where to go?", Where to go?". And after many such Where to go where to go's finally we decided on The amusement park (which actuallly we were plannning , since exams started..LOL..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, before the entry all of us were soooooooo  excited (its not that we were upset post the visit - IT WAS FUNNNN..!!!) THE THING IS SOME OF THE RIDES WERE SOOOOO FRIGHTENING THAT   (OOPS....loss of words.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright I'll just leave some pics and tell you about the rides....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a frightening cousin of so popular columbus... well its was a round platform with separate seats like a scooty..and the fun was it revolved round the axis and went up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down like a Columbus both at the same time - and please don't ask me about the speed - its was too fast too much fun but every time it was coming down i had this feeling that i would crash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with the shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39g2MZ6nVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8aYIBE2CO5s/s1600-h/satyam+056.JPG"&gt;                                                         &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39g2MZ6nVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8aYIBE2CO5s/s200/satyam+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942982894263634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39gp8Z6nUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iw6w_vbpaKQ/s1600-h/satyam+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39gp8Z6nUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iw6w_vbpaKQ/s200/satyam+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942772440866114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was that car thing, yeah it was fun....I'll just be talkin about few rides&lt;br /&gt;so now its the turn of 'The most frightening ride' award goes to this ride - dunno its name but it sure was frightening - just imagine yourself to be sitting on a chair and you are revolving round both ways - upside down way and round - It was so very frightening and you are on such a height - and beleive my min dwas instantly flooded with the worst of ideas - what if the lock opens up and i falll down and it became worse as it went more faster ----**nail biting**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jAcZ6nWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZZJNB4WQplU/s1600-h/satyam+086.JPG"&gt;        &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jAcZ6nWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZZJNB4WQplU/s200/satyam+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151945358011178338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jf8Z6nYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tf1PYmlZCcE/s1600-h/satyam+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jf8Z6nYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tf1PYmlZCcE/s200/satyam+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151945899177057666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jyMZ6nZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zwlMrLn6t10/s1600-h/satyam+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39jyMZ6nZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zwlMrLn6t10/s200/satyam+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151946212709670290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at my face - never has been harder for me to smile - LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next bad thing was - you were made to sit in a row and it goes alll the way up and down rollls you as if preparing a tikka LOL AND LEAVES YOU HANGING UPSIDE DOWN FOR A FEW SECONDS....( mummmyyyyy...).hhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39leMZ6nbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GEQm4_tDNj8/s1600-h/satyam+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39leMZ6nbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GEQm4_tDNj8/s200/satyam+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151948068135542194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39lIMZ6naI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iSSsjpXHJCw/s1600-h/satyam+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39lIMZ6naI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iSSsjpXHJCw/s200/satyam+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151947690178420130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last one ...But to top it alll the day - in fact the evening was fun (as exams were from 2-5 pm and we went after it ended.) Then was the time to hog as none had had much since morning cant say because of the exam or to avoid eating before those rides hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;alll in all was fun and i have many things to say but will have to leave now and this time the updated thing is gonnn abe tooooo great. the next story is near to unimaginable but true yes very much true even i cant beleive it tilll date ...so keep tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-6014491024048884349?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6014491024048884349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=6014491024048884349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6014491024048884349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/6014491024048884349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/exams-overrrrr-d-28-dec-2007.html' title='Exams Overrrrr..!!!!!!  :D - 28 Dec 2007'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R39msMZ6ncI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8lhO-xXACbA/s72-c/satyam+006+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2243377651387439295</id><published>2007-12-24T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:10.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bygone Days....!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2_jqm4y7VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xm0WjvRgk6o/s1600-h/Glittering_Girl_Animation_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2_jqm4y7VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xm0WjvRgk6o/s200/Glittering_Girl_Animation_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147583220240543058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                  Bygone days of Yesteryear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                   filled with Happy Times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                        filled with cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                   Always playing joyfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                  sharing memories so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                 Walking to the Country Store,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            purchasing a drink and candy bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                     for only fifteen cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                        Collecting baseball cards with bubble gum;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                       Time and money valued, very wisely spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                 Journeying down to the river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                    taking turns diving in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                              Playing "King" of the mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            shooting marbles, for hours on end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                              Clothes hanging on the clothesline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                        playing Hide and Seek behind the sheets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                          Making homemade baseball diamonds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                         upon scarcely traveled, graveled streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                           Sitting on the front porch at Twilight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                         counting fireflies as they lit up the dark;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                         Riding ferris wheels and roller coasters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            down at the local amusement park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                           Being first, to swing from a grapevine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                              over ditches, high over streams;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                              Catching tadpoles by the dozens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                 in the early days of Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                           Spending hours shopping for treasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                   at the local five and ten;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            Discovering new toys to play with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                             anxiously awaiting to visit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                              Sharing ghostly legends and tales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                        as the shadows moved eerily in the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                          Only the flicker of an oil lamp glowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                until the early morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                               Walking down the country lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            as the moonlight illumined the way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                         A perfect evening, and a perfect ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                 to a carefree childhood day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                  Bygone Days of Yesteryear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                               filled with many Happy Times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                       stored forever in memory banks of children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                        to be shared with many other generations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                and passed on, down the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ARIAL,VERDANA,Helvetica,Univers;font-size:78%;"  &gt;-Sandra Lewis Pringle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-2243377651387439295?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2243377651387439295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2243377651387439295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2243377651387439295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2243377651387439295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/bygone-days.html' title='Bygone Days....!!!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2_jqm4y7VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xm0WjvRgk6o/s72-c/Glittering_Girl_Animation_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-496011081267660386</id><published>2007-12-24T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:54:39.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Atime for Nostalgia....!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinkin' times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And when we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone with me&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;These days are just spent with planning out when and how to spend more and more time with friends, With college almost at its close, this song seems like an anthem to me. The more i listen to it, the more i have a feeling to live yet another more day... to just try and spend one more day, to share that one more moment of sheer joy, some left out conversation from the past day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Few more months and this will be yet again a memory from the past, long gone. With people getting busier day by day, either under their work pressures or family commitments. Who will get the time to relive these moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;(M sorry but don't feel like writing too much today, quite tired came from the collg and attended a small Christmas party in the neighborhood- was fun though. so see ya pals and enjoy this lyrics, its one of my favorites - 'Graduation' by Vitamin C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-496011081267660386?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/496011081267660386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=496011081267660386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/496011081267660386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/496011081267660386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/atime-for-nostalgia.html' title='Atime for Nostalgia....!!!!!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7635794669905318031</id><published>2007-12-22T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:55:13.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men and Women'/><title type='text'>Mars v/s Venus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatsthecrack.net/images/articles/324/malefemaleicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://whatsthecrack.net/images/articles/324/malefemaleicon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno How to start with, but yeah its funny enough. And as i keep thinking about it, i cannot make up my mind to either laugh at it and be happy for us daughters of Venus or pity sons of Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me yesterday, while i was standing outside my place and looking over to the neighborhood kids playing cricket. I was just thinking about something or the other when their ball came to my side and one them came to take it back. He looked at me full one minute and finally remarked - "Why are you wearing a guys' accessory?', well I obviously got confused and asked him what he meant. Before he could answer or I could put him under my further investigation, he ran awat to resume his game, calling back on me, that why was i trying to follow in the footsteps of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Confused...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I was.  But,  it didn't took me much of a time to realize  what he was commenting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was wearing those black wired tiara hair bands (which became much famous after jnr AB and sada Dhoni  start wearing those).&lt;br /&gt;How could i ever make him understand that until now ahir bands have been girly things and guys would not as such touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prettyhairthings.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/detail-of-comb-band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.prettyhairthings.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/detail-of-comb-band.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as every newspaper, at one time or other has carried out big articles on today's men spending time at the salons/parlours, and metrosexuality becoming the hot hot debate topic.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather vote for a hetro one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never and could never understand the fight between both the sexes - Who's better? Hey! you are two different entities. Better be what you are coz that suits you best.&lt;br /&gt;What with women are competing, hey, its not about competing its just that she too works if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;women cant drive?////// ------ There are 1000's of men who too cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant men just be Men and women Women?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we see each other as  being just a person rather than being a man or a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the day we start doing this, that day will mark the beginning of a whole new world. or may be that would take away the spice of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7635794669905318031?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7635794669905318031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7635794669905318031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7635794669905318031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7635794669905318031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/mars-vs-venus.html' title='Mars v/s Venus...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-7665899288715630121</id><published>2007-12-21T22:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:10.605+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taare Zameen Par'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Taare Zameen Par" - this one will leave u cerebrating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2v2sm4y7QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tr-miYZDYnk/s1600-h/still1jm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2v2sm4y7QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tr-miYZDYnk/s320/still1jm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146478245414366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A great work - a good concept - an idea that would take you back to your own school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is just too good, with a great concept.&lt;br /&gt;All close ups detailing emotions. the child actor Darsheel Safari had done a great job as the protagonist. Amir khan, as always is good - the true to heart perfectionist. A very good treatment to a good script.&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around Ishan (Darsheel) who has problems in studying and with ever increasing complaints from the school father sends him to boarding, to set him right ( he thinks discipline will do it to him). In the course its revealed that the child is suffering with dyslexia. The teachers who never cared to understand him and with ongoing parental pressure he is about to be crushed, but then comes a new teacher, Ram (who else Amir) and changes the world to him.&lt;br /&gt;The movie plays with childhood innocence and emotions and sees the world through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;The songs are great too (Shankar-Ehsan-Loy). The movie will make you cry - never ending sea of memories will flood your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think its not  just a story of a child suffering from a problem - Its about each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;In the schools teachers (not each and every) paying attention only to the best students and the rest average or below average being considered waste of space, getting humiliated instead of some help or extra attention they needed  - i don't know how many ishaan awasthi's are crushed everyday in some school or the other. And with expectations getting higher with every child, people still wish their children to follow the stereotypical career -  Engineer, Doctor or an Mba.&lt;br /&gt;A child's worst enemy is peer/parental pressure. Not every child can be a topper.&lt;br /&gt;Comparing a child is blatantly ignoring his/her specialty.&lt;br /&gt;Every child is special and has a potential, but, that may be in a different field - instead of finding faults, why not try finding out his specialties. Why not try building up his confidence by telling him - he is good. Because the child becomes, what you tell him he is. so next time think it over before you say anything to him. This time round try passing some positive energies towards him - you will see a difference! may be not immediate, but, Yes, you will.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs people around him/ her to tell him/her that he/she is special, is good in his/her own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think about it, i too have got similar experiences. Being an average student, i too used to be the center of attention of the teachers. My favorite subjects used to be - English, history, S.U.P.W, art, library period (i am a book buff- i am too passionate about books, they are my window to a whole new world) and games period (lol). It was in 5th standard that science too came into that list. This was because of a new science teacher - Ms. Meenu Rahman. Oh! she was too good, beautiful , sweet and a teacher in the real sense - who never discouraged anyone . It was, she who brought my interest into science - and told me that it was nothing to worry about. She remained in the school for something around 1 and a half year. The last time i heard about her, just an year later, was  about her death.  Believe me, it was a blow. I can never ever forget her she was, and still remains my favorite teacher. Who always took extra care of me. WHY CAN'T WE HAVE MORE PEOPLE LIKE HER...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-7665899288715630121?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7665899288715630121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=7665899288715630121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7665899288715630121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/7665899288715630121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/taare-zameen-par-this-one-will-leave-u.html' title='&quot;Taare Zameen Par&quot; - this one will leave u cerebrating...'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2v2sm4y7QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tr-miYZDYnk/s72-c/still1jm4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-2759077889308957039</id><published>2007-12-20T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:11.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gajraula'/><title type='text'>Those were the Best days of ....My Life..!!!</title><content type='html'>Whenever i think about it.. these lines from Bryan Adam song comes to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh when i look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That summer seemed to last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And if I had the choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="display: inline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I'd always wanna be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Those were the best days of my life...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If ever i  had a choice in life, i would want to go back in time, going back 20 years and would want to restart from the place i had started.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Gajraula..!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.! i know many of you wont even have heard of it, but, that place is my life.  No, i was not born there or anything(i was born in Delhi). But, that is the place i grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;Those innocent days of my childhood were spent in Gajraula.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone be so attached to a place? well, I am. I sometimes wonder..why is it that so many people i meet thrive to leave their hometowns - to make it big!..going off overseas..and never wishing to come back. It does is a small place, but i love it for what is it, and seeing slightest of changes to it(development), makes me feel ever proud of it, i can relate to it - being grown up together.&lt;br /&gt;Gajraula is an industrial area - with many big company factories set up there. The company my father is in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://jubl.com/&lt;/span&gt; , that (branch) was set up something around 25 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of that place are as fresh as ever. Somehow, those images never fade out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: webdings; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qLBW4y7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/5mgg9Xk6HAA/s1600-h/ATgAAAC_a8-QX00CpdIclP6V9oP4lwYADmMHUUNNyPYKH9K8PMwFvWmohPzKtbji2Wv3mjtE1dph-VPdRGa55no-Y8o9AJtU9VD8VwT6G2UbLlOuB_RBQXtoOvPMJQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qLBW4y7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/5mgg9Xk6HAA/s320/ATgAAAC_a8-QX00CpdIclP6V9oP4lwYADmMHUUNNyPYKH9K8PMwFvWmohPzKtbji2Wv3mjtE1dph-VPdRGa55no-Y8o9AJtU9VD8VwT6G2UbLlOuB_RBQXtoOvPMJQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146078379664141506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My growing years were fun. Nothing to worry about and being in a colony (which was very safe - equipped with all those security and all). We used to just get out from our homes and go exploring, well the place always seemed so vast back then, everyday a new discovery. Sneaking away to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'baag'&lt;/span&gt; (a big big garden all with rabbits, duck - ponds, rose -many other flowers included - garden, mango trees, guava trees and what not), pluckin flowers and all kind of fruits or feeding the rabbits,  fearing  away from the ducks and sometimes being chased by the ' maali'(in plural)- the gardeners/ keeper.&lt;br /&gt;Playing out the whole day, fighting away and the next moment planning out for next big escapades ( which we seldom ever did :p).&lt;br /&gt;Every sport came as a craze/season, as in, one started playin something next day the whole colony children would be found doin that...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started schooling (i was 3 and a half years), i was never inside the classes :p :D..Sometimes i used to be found with the Kindergarten children or Going to the convent (the place inside the school where sisters live - i was in a convent school) with a sister and getting treated with all kinds of cookies and cakes ;) :D - or playing with Bush (sister's dog :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: webdings; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: webdings; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qIiW4y7LI/AAAAAAAAADc/WCGHnQswvcg/s1600-h/ATgAAADZ73sJ2Z4sqaKfIF5-zON3vBXL44tn0xg45BQy9bgpvQu9RurAIXV9y976udPjuBrawyqbnHy0gCVlRwL5iZdiAJtU9VAYvXXa2Knq-1FLMsGii_Bkr9s-lQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qIiW4y7LI/AAAAAAAAADc/WCGHnQswvcg/s320/ATgAAADZ73sJ2Z4sqaKfIF5-zON3vBXL44tn0xg45BQy9bgpvQu9RurAIXV9y976udPjuBrawyqbnHy0gCVlRwL5iZdiAJtU9VAYvXXa2Knq-1FLMsGii_Bkr9s-lQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146075648064941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In view (L-R)is the senior and the oldest block, the junior wing,&lt;br /&gt;(centre) - football ground and assembly area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days, were fun days. Being a part of the most mischief maker class of the school - we were seldom free from punishments (the whole class) - and how glorified we felt :p. Sometimes picking stones from the ground, standing on the stage and so on. It was hard leaving school - it was great too - As, I became Ms. St. Mary's for that year (my passing out year) - with everyone clicking - Oh! i already felt like a star ;) :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days back home in the colony were great, summer holidays were much awaited  - pool opened in the summers + our school never used to give holiday homework :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: webdings; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qMl24y7NI/AAAAAAAAADs/lmeKqLWOvwY/s1600-h/ATgAAABeDBify3oGb_k89ORUnsKvIujlU7KHEvOCxctj7hqJrq6Ws07ILtJhH-npkacIDOfUjvDm_LLMOjMqL-7-rhmFAJtU9VAZgiA9quDJkj50i_kNvycr_MDnSg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qMl24y7NI/AAAAAAAAADs/lmeKqLWOvwY/s320/ATgAAABeDBify3oGb_k89ORUnsKvIujlU7KHEvOCxctj7hqJrq6Ws07ILtJhH-npkacIDOfUjvDm_LLMOjMqL-7-rhmFAJtU9VAZgiA9quDJkj50i_kNvycr_MDnSg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146080106240994514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: normal;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With everyone coming out in the open free from any worries - and with all the kids getting together and playing all sorts of games, added with we girls throwing parties on the terraces every now and then - all with stupid costumes, biscuit cakes and stuff. The best part used to be when our mothers too used to join us to play with us - Wow! that really really used to be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most waited weekday used to be 'friday'. why so?.. Well, there was this auntie - Chintan auntie, she used to have '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bal-Vikaas&lt;/span&gt; classes (Sai Baba)' at her place every friday the whole year round. Oh God! we used to run to  her place leaving anything we were doing - nothing seemed more important. The class used to start with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shlokas&lt;/span&gt;' (holy chants) then some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Bhajans'&lt;/span&gt; after thatshe used to narrate short stories, from the lives of great people, or excerpts from either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ramcharitmanas&lt;/span&gt;' or some other book. After that, she used to make us play games - chinese whisper or role plays (from the stories she had narrated to us)&lt;/span&gt;, or sometimes even meditation, etc. Then we performed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Arti' &lt;/span&gt;and leave for home with 'prasad'. We even used to maintain copies which actually were maintained by her - she had made a separate copy for every child who attended along with writing every '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shloka', 'bhajan'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'arti' - &lt;/span&gt;we used to take them just so to decorate them with cut outs of images of various dieties and all.&lt;br /&gt;Along with my parents I would also like to aknowledge her for making me what I am today. For making me a better soul with pure thoughts. I pity others for not having someone like her in their lives. For me, she is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'guru'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivals in the colony seemed a much big affair with people from alomost every region from india - they used to be so colorful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Holi' &lt;/span&gt;used to be great fun with us kids divided - Boys v/s Girls - and each trying to outdo the other one mad fights all with solid colors, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phuggas&lt;/span&gt; (water-balloons) and all that stuff. And later trying hard to remove those colors - which seemed near to impossible and took quite some time to recover to our original colors :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Diwali'- &lt;/span&gt;was too a great affair with 'Diwali Mela' (fete), and on the day - Decorating the place, previosly done huge shopping, with lights and making 'Rangoli' , finaaly getting ready - for the 'puja' after that everyone used to assimilate at the helipad for the cracker show, done with that comin back to our places to burn crackers and roaming about in the colony with friends and visiting their places.&lt;br /&gt;Having completed schooling in a convent school - 'Christmas' too was celebrated by us kids - for we had such long christmas holidays so a month long planning was done - with making a group (which was usually made), collecting money and deciding the invitees - on the day visit school first toto wish sisters then coming back, decorations were done with everything - from a christmas tree, the shepherd's house with Jesus, Mary and Joseph along with the kings and fairy. The centre of attraction used to be the bonfire around which everyone gathered to get a rest from the freezing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days were the best days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: webdings; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qcHG4y7PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FAFrVBMbeZw/s1600-h/%284MinutesPerDay-175%29_Tears_can_sometimes_be_more_special_than_smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qcHG4y7PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FAFrVBMbeZw/s320/%284MinutesPerDay-175%29_Tears_can_sometimes_be_more_special_than_smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146097170146061554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew, that if i ever write, i would write about that place - A place that has given me so much, that has grown with me, that has made my memories as precious as ever, with those great friends, with whom ties can never break - Never had this thought crossed the mind that, One day, all this would be a memory from the past - A past that is long gone but never forgotten. A past that is so near, yet, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-2759077889308957039?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2759077889308957039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=2759077889308957039&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2759077889308957039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/2759077889308957039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-were-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='Those were the Best days of ....My Life..!!!'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2qLBW4y7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/5mgg9Xk6HAA/s72-c/ATgAAAC_a8-QX00CpdIclP6V9oP4lwYADmMHUUNNyPYKH9K8PMwFvWmohPzKtbji2Wv3mjtE1dph-VPdRGa55no-Y8o9AJtU9VD8VwT6G2UbLlOuB_RBQXtoOvPMJQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-106860516948135411</id><published>2007-12-19T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:11.551+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>The usual Day...!!! - Exam Fever or Is It...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2lD324y7II/AAAAAAAAADE/9ZM_HYbGTf8/s1600-h/11_9_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2lD324y7II/AAAAAAAAADE/9ZM_HYbGTf8/s320/11_9_10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145718676153101442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..Well..Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With exams going on..one would think - Oh my! what a tight schedule, you must be in! - 'Yeah, Yeah..!'&lt;br /&gt;With the exams being held in the second half ( that is - 2pm to 5pm) this year round, we have taken up more laid back attitudes :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, the tight schedule turns out to be :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting up late - something around 9 - 10 in the morning ( if you could call it the morning ;) - my    mother cant ;) :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting ready in a hurry - so that, can leave home early to catch with friends about their statuses at the syllabus of the current exam subject.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with friends irritating the hell out of you while you are actually ever trying to study - grasp points at the last minute ( if ever you could), Me? I am a scholar. have been doing this since the time i can remember. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking at the question papers and making up weirdest of expression on one's faces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying hard to right, write something substantial, that makes sense to us ( it makes sense to the examiner or not - well, that's a different story).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! what a relief. With the Exam getting over ( our part done :p). How stressful it was studying since morning and how much a pressure on us poor students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, time for a treat! every examination day we have to treat our tummies so that it keeps helping us to better performances in the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking hell lot of a time to decide the joint ( Where to go?..Where to go?..phew). With that done - common let's set out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating out. Reaching home late with all those excuses crap - Is this a time schedule to keep in the winters? what with all that rush hour traffic? It takes time to get down from the college building till the gate. It is important to meet friends so that we know that what we wrote was right or not......Blah..Blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh resting time, with all that hard work we put in for the exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it, that before every exam, we think this time its going to be different - making up schedules and what not. But, before even it begins, we are all over it again. Sometimes, i think this is the way of life and may these are days for fun, which are never gonna get back again. So, tighten your seatbelts and VROOOMMM....!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105640951377076339-106860516948135411?l=nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/feeds/106860516948135411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105640951377076339&amp;postID=106860516948135411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/106860516948135411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105640951377076339/posts/default/106860516948135411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidhisharma3286thinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/usual-day-exam-fever-or-is-it.html' title='The usual Day...!!! - Exam Fever or Is It...?'/><author><name>иidhi S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09956476539302639734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/SijbIZTHvVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-GVaTxG489U/S220/nid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2lD324y7II/AAAAAAAAADE/9ZM_HYbGTf8/s72-c/11_9_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105640951377076339.post-4940636486717545238</id><published>2007-12-18T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:12.435+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J K  Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>My Journey with Harry Potter series - J.K. Rowling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2ll524y7JI/AAAAAAAAADM/VZxMQ-1rnBA/s1600-h/HarryPotter-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPjC5DPMGhs/R2ll524y7JI/AAAAAAAAADM/VZxMQ-1rnBA/s320/HarryPotter-collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145756093908184210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books have always been my passion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[THIS COLLAGE (THE PICTURE) WAS CREATED BY ME..!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I came across Harry Potter series, I had already finished with Enid Blyton's  -  many books,  along with secret seven, etc. I had started with the Nancy Drew series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I first heard of Harry Potter from my cousin, when I was 14 years old. My first thought was - What is this now ??...who Harry ? who Hermione ?? what Voldemort ?? [I mean Harry, Ron, Hermione are okay but what parent would name their child - Voldemort (Tom Riddle thing was not known then), Hagrid, Dumbledore, the list is never-ending] on the other hand.. she (my cousin) was all so excited, and recounted the whole first part to me... I was amazed plus amused, that how could someone be so excited and feel so much for a book and its characters? I mean, hang on.. its juz a book/ a novel/ a story.&lt;br /&gt;When i returned home, Harry Potter was much forgotten and what remained was a strange name Voldemort. Because i just knew that this strange  name had two other stranger names - You-Know-Who &amp;amp; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-  now this was something, later on i used to think why the hell did he go all the way, with much difficulty, changed his name - when it had not to be named only. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never read it (with most of my mates &amp;amp; 2 cousins going alll mad for it) before the first part (movie) came  out. Oh! a great experience. A window opened somewhere to a whole new world of Witchcraft and wizardry. With all those magical-witchy-wizzy jargon to remember, i regretten not reading the book, or not even showing the slightest of inclination. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here begins my journey with the books and the movies..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, i said i saw the movie first, so could not understand my friends' and cousins' sadness - that many scenes had not been used..blah..blah..&lt;br /&gt;Now that i started ..thereon even i used to be the one to say-- "hey i luved that part" **sniff**sniff** (which obviously had been edited).&lt;br /&gt;Just like me , my parents cannot understand my passion for Harry Potter- when i was talkin about gettin the new 7th part my father was all into - "WHAT.!! you are not a kid!".- "hey but i was, when i had started with it and its not my fault that m growing up and i am juz 21" ( i would have kept reading it even if the series kept coming and i had grown old).&lt;br /&gt;My mom is like - "How many times do you have to read the same book over and over again?"&lt;br /&gt;"mom i know, and m sad that u cannot understand. phew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days my first concern - how would the sixth and seventh part turn out to be ( as a movie. phew.). I just hope they do justice with it. The seventh is huge how would they even fit it all - the worst part- they will have to cut- and " hey its all so relevant.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling is a great writer. She just rocks. And, i am not at all embarrassed in showing my affection for her and the book. I just never wanted it to finish but yeah i know it had to. Great job.&lt;br /&gt;She knew what she was doing. Great homework- i mean no loose ends have been there. could you have related the 'Mirror of the Erised' scene in the first part, Dumbledore answering Harry - " i see myself an old man, holding a sock." to all the answers coming up in the 7th part - what he actually would have seen. And , Snape - oh! i had always known it.. yipee..i knew he was sooooo goooooddd..!!!! 1000000.. cheers to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes..!! Cheers and applauses for J.K. Rowling, that she could portray the world of 'witchcraft and wizardry' in such a good light. 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