<?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-5038475344385051208</id><updated>2011-10-24T02:15:03.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE-The four letter word</title><subtitle type='html'>Mixed emotions...Funny events...Thought-provoking..Experimentation in writing styles...Gibberish...A combination of all!!!The work of an amateur who hopefully progresses into an expert...The story of a girl becoming a woman perhaps...Its merely the way I perceive LIFE-The four letter word...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-3389181435555053425</id><published>2009-01-19T18:28:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:45:34.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Victims of Circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just wondering the other day how most of us become victims of circumstances. All of us react differently under different circumstances. Of course, that’s how it should be. But sometimes one does come across situations where reactions change in the same scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t want to create any more complexity. So let me get straight to the point. But before that I would like to recollect an incident that happened in my life very recently. It’s a very common incident that could possibly happen in any one’s life but just that probably there are only few people who could have given a thought to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, recently I was traveling by bus when as it usually happens, a lady with a baby asked for my seat. Now, I hate sitting in the aisle. You become the target of “some”(not all) old people asking for seats shouting so loudly as to how young people of today don’t even have manners and courtesy to offer seats (I wonder how they think this kind of shouting would actually work!! Infact I feel more irritated to give seats to such old people) or they really start pleading and begging with you so much that you feel so low and cheap of yourself to have even got into a bus so much so that you even consider walking from your home to destination instead of depriving them of their seats (Grrr!!), ladies with babies, school kids (No, not school kids. It’s actually the people standing next to the kids who urge you to give your seat to “the poor little kid standing with such a heavy bag”..Bah!! I don’t see a poor little kid..I rather see a happy kid laughing and blabbering something to his/her friends and who is so lost in conversation that he/she won’t even realize that somebody is talking about him/her), some irritating jerks who love to keep brushing against you or some irritating lady who keeps on hitting your head with her hand bag or her elbow (When you kindly tell her that her bag is hitting your head, she apologies furiously and hugs her bag closely only to let go of it after a while and yes, it hits you hard enough to make ya dizzy, just like how you would feel if a punch bag hits you from far-“Thud”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, over to what I wanted to say. A lady with a baby asked for my seat and I, with no other choice, got up and let her sit. My head started making a 360-degree turn to see if anybody was getting up to get down at their stop. As it happens usually, nobody got up. And well all of a sudden, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“kind”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lady is mid forties called me and gave her seat before she got up to get down at her bus stop. For a moment, I was kind of taken aback coz nobody has ever done this for me before. I mean a stranger. I just smiled back at her. It didn’t even strike me to thank her!!!What a fool I’m!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s only after I sat, I glanced across and saw a girl standing right next to me. She had been standing there even before the lady with a baby asked for my seat. She was standing there so that she could occupy the seat when the kind lady in mid-forties got up to get down at her stop. But as fate turned out, I got to sit and she was still standing. That’s when I started to think as to how we all become victims of circumstances.In this current situation, I call the lady in mid forties who offered her seat to me as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“kind”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; person and I’m so &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“happy”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I got a seat to sit. But what if it was the other way around? What if I was the girl waiting to get the seat when the lady in mid forties got down while the girl was me who had lost her seat to some lady with the baby. In that case, I suppose I would have been so &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;irritated and bugged up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I would have thought “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Stupid lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Can’t she see that there are other people standing as well? Can’t she jus get up and get down at her stop? What’s her problem now? And look at this girl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Another moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Atleast she should have refused when the lady offered. Why God Why? Why does this happen to me?…Blah..Blah..Blaa Bla Blah Blah Blaaaaaaaaah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the same situation, the same lady would be perceived in a different notion under different circumstances. The kind lady becomes a stupid moron. The happy “me” becomes an irritated and frustrated “me”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This isn’t a big discovery. But it is just a simple truth of how we react so fast in a given situation…of how we make remarks…of how we comment.. of how we express…and of how we feel..but not once we apply our mind..and not once do we put ourselves in the other person’s shoes and think of it in a different light!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5038475344385051208-3389181435555053425?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/3389181435555053425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/victims-of-circumstances.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3389181435555053425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3389181435555053425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/victims-of-circumstances.html' title='Victims of Circumstances'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-3935573825300823595</id><published>2009-01-12T13:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:36:18.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mon amour de langue française!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;J'aime&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;langue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;française&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;D'une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manière&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;d'une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;autre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vraiment&lt;/span&gt; belle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;langue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; beau son à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lui&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;français&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;seulement&lt;/span&gt; à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;l'étendue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Malory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Blyton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;d'Enid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; à la collection &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; St.Clare, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;d'une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;manière&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;d'une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;autre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;j'aime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;juste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;cette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;langue&lt;/span&gt;. La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;façon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; mots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;sont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;prononcés&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;français&lt;/span&gt; est &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;simplement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;agréable&lt;/span&gt; pour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;entendre&lt;/span&gt;. ..so beau ! ! ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Translating&lt;/span&gt; to English...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I love the french language..Somehow it's a really beautiful language with a beautiful sound to it..Although I know french only to the extent of Enid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Blyton's&lt;/span&gt; Malory Towers and St.Clare's series, somehow I just love this language..The way the words are pronounced in french is simply so nice to hear..so beautiful!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah...What fun!!I don't even know a phrase in French..Then, how did I manage to get a whole para in french??Well I got the translation done from &lt;a href="http://www.freetranslation.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...Dunno how perfect it is!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My encounters with french were very brief..As I had mentioned earlier, I came to know of few words of french from Enid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Blyton's&lt;/span&gt; Malory Towers and St.Clare's series..And then at school, we were given an option for our second language..Tamil, Hindi, French or Sanskrit..I love my mother tongue, Tamil!!Now that would be a separate post in itself..my love for Tamil..Let it come up some other time..Now lets just stick to french..So yeah..I wanted to take french or Tamil so badly...But alas my fate rested with Hindi..Well, speaking of Hindi..I hate it!!I simply hate Hindi..My love for Tamil is inversely proportional to my love for Hindi!!Oh good lord I don't even want to use the words "love" and "Hindi" in the same sentence..Okay, my dislike for Hindi is also a separate post in itself..So lets just concentrate on french as of now..Since my dad had always had the possibility of getting transferred to a Hindi-speaking state, I was made to undergo the torture of learning Hindi right from 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade..Man..I hated it!!Big time..Oh there I go..I keep drifting away from french yet again..Anyways I never got the opportunity to read french although I must say, when I used to look at the french books, it used to actually freak me out..Well, my school life got over with "no learning of french"...I do remember back in 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade hols, me and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthdayshwe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Shwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; had these big plans of going to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afindia.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;française&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and doing a course on French..But well the plan never materialised..I have decided that someday I'll definitely learn french..learn to speak it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, this sudden post on my love for french was kindled by one of my good friend, CC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00400637475116260776"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00400637475116260776"&gt;CC aka Chubby cheeks&lt;/a&gt; has recently started blogging with an attitude of "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vulnerable-moi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-here-i-come.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blogging, here I come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"[Man..I'm so proud of myself..I inspired her too!!!or rather pestered her;)] and well the very title of her blog is so french french- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vulnerable-moi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; la vie!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeah, this is a post inspired by a post!!Lots of inspiration going around....&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-3935573825300823595?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/3935573825300823595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-french.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3935573825300823595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3935573825300823595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-french.html' title='Mon amour de langue française!!'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-1957176315649582556</id><published>2009-01-09T11:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:28:24.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today is January 9, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I had mentioned in my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-gone.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;previous post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, today, that is January 9, 2009, marks 1 year of me stepping into blogosphere!!So I just thought I'll write something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...What to write about??Alright probably I should share whatever happened in this one year blogging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know of this stuff called blogging when I used to hear my uncle and aunt talk about my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://archana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin sis's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog. She is this awesome blogger who is damn good at writing!!!Also, I had a friend in school named &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://crypticsouls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vishnupriya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; who used to be a blogger.So even before I started out as a blogger, I used to read these two people's blog. That was it. I had no intention of becoming a blogger myself. That's when a closed one of mine introduced me to his cousin sister's blog, that is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prithz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. When I started reading Prithz's blog, I was so inspired by it that I decided to write as well. And so began my venture into blogging on January 9, 2008. From Vishnu, I came across this wonderful service of Google called &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.com/reader"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Google reader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Reader helps you to have access to all the updates of your favourite blogs. It's basically a blog bookmark, I would say. And so lo, anytime I came across an awesome blog, it went right into my reader. I came to know of many such blogs from prithz' blog .In this way, I caught up with two other wonderful bloggers-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mask &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twisted-dna.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;twisted DNA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(affectionately called "TD").The Mask has the specialty of really interesting stories, funny dialogue conversations and his take on the real world whereas TD just tickled my funny bone so much so that there were days when I used to start coughing badly after laughing my heart out. Even now, the first name that comes up when anybody asks about blogs is that of TD's.And then there is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://malarum-ninaivugal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my aunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://royalvilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another cousin sis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; of mine who became a part of Google reader too. Recently, via Vishnu's blog, I found &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://macabreday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's entitled to my opinion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Yet another interesting person with neat posts. Initially when I started out, I let out posts at a very good frequency. But I had this huge problem of using SMS lingo. Man, we are so used to messaging and SMS lingo that it was so tough adapting back to regular and proper English. I didn't even realise that I was writing in a lingo that most people would wonder what I'm actually scribbling there. My aunt brought me into place there. It was she who told me to have a look about it. And yes, I’m proud to say I've worked upon it and this very post is an evidence for it. Well yeah back to what I wanted to say. This really bubbling interest of mine got reduced really soon. As time passed by, the lack of time and the content feeling of just reading other's blog took over and I just stopped posting. Just became a regular commenter of all my favourites!!Very recently, as I had mentioned in my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-gone.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;previous post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, few friends of mine took up blogging after I kept on nudging them to do it. Seeing these people write, brought me back into place and that's when I decided that I should be writing stuffs into my blog too. And that's how right from the start of the year, I have put up posts like there's no tomorrow. And well there's nothing left to say more. That’s all it. Purpose of post served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, I take this moment to share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidhariyamounam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; blog- a friend of mine. This guy is so damn philosophical and writes great poems. Must look out blog I would say!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright people! Happy 1 year blogging to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc...Cya!!&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-1957176315649582556?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/1957176315649582556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-january-9-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1957176315649582556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1957176315649582556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-january-9-2009.html' title='Today is January 9, 2009'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-509606554106383150</id><published>2009-01-05T23:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:07:29.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A year gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well I can't believe this...Come January 9, 2008 and I've been in touch with my blogging side for a year.Yay!!!Now that calls for a celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a good blogger now.Barely 21 posts in one year and now that sucks man!!Big tym!!I think by the time I celebrate the second year anniversary, I should be a blogger who maintains a good frequency!!I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,as I had mentioned in my very first post, &lt;a href="http://memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prithz&lt;/a&gt; was my inspiration to start writing a blog. And I'm really proud to announce that I've inspired a few too.So let me bring in the newbies who have started giving out the best posts already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reflections-straightfrommaheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kutty Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://black-n-silver.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsoflif.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypoemstoher.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yet again are these newbies and yeah encourage them people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutty Ma and Ashy's are daily rants, thoughts and all crazy stuffs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raki has two blogs-One dedicated to poems and another dedicated to his words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, guys!!I hope they aren't inspired by me a lot in the frequency sense too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys,keep the good work flowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya..tc!!Luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-509606554106383150?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/509606554106383150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/509606554106383150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/509606554106383150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-gone.html' title='A year gone...'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-1352012134967210621</id><published>2009-01-05T21:59:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:28:03.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day, while aimlessly surfing the TV, I started watching the movie "Shall we dance?" starring Richard Gere (My guy would look like him when he gets old. What a man!!), Jennifer Lopez (Hot!!) and Susan Sarandon (Beautiful she's). It’s a nice movie as far as I had seen. Sorry I can't review it further coz I just saw the movie in bits and pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as such this post is not about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is actually about a quote from the movie. Richard Gere (or John Clark as in this movie) speaks the following line to his wife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The one thing I am proudest of my whole life, is that you were happy with me. If I couldn't, if I couldn't tell you that I was unhappy sometimes, it's because I didn't want to risk hurting the one person I treasure most. I'm so sorry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It just threw me back when I heard this line. What does this line signify? All right let me tell you under what circumstances John Clark uttered this line to his wife in the movie. The movie is about Richard Gere (John Clark or lets just call him JC), who is a lawyer by profession. He has this happy family. But, somehow he is not happy with the life he's living. He feels he lacks something in the life he lives. That’s when I suppose he joins this dancing class and then he gets all obsessed about dancing and even participates in some kind of competition. But he keeps this dancing classes stuff away from his wife because he doesn't want her to know as to why he took up dancing class. But finally his wife figures out about his dancing class and also comes to know of the reason as to why he chose it. And that's when he quotes the above-mentioned line to his wife. Forgive me, if my synopsis is wrong. As I told you before, I just watched the movie in bits and pieces. Actually missed the whole first hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways getting back to what I wanted to say in ma post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I had this huge tiff with one of my very close friend. This quote from the movie kind of reminds me about the tiff I had. He did something for me that he didn't want to or wasn't happy about doing just because he loved me and didn't want to see me hurt. Of course in the movie, it’s the other way around. JC likes to dance since he feels his life is complete when he does it but he hides the fact from his wife in order to not make her feel responsible for his unhappy times. In my case, it’s a bit more complicated than the movie.But well I was just wondering if doing something like this was right in any sense? Even if you love a person so much, does it actually make sense in doing something that you don't want to be a part of? Aren’t you being unfair to the person whom you love there? You aren't telling them the truth. You are hiding the truth from them just because you don't want to hurt them. But the very fact that you hid something from them tampers the love you have for them. In any bond or relationship, if something is being hidden, it just shows that there's something wrong out there. You being unable to discuss your feelings and opinions show there's a barrier that needs to be broken. Well, fine you do something that you don't like just for their sake. But isn't there a limit or extent to which you can do certain things for others. You can compromise on little things. But can you compromise on the very reason that makes you do it? A bond between two persons should have absolute transparency between the both of them. Otherwise, it just spoils the essence of it. What do you mean by understanding then? In such a case, knowing a person would mean knowing everything about them-Their likes, dislikes, opinions, etc. When you aren't fine with something, you should let the other person know about it and should also make them aware of the reason as to why you dislike it. Trust me, if you matter to the person so much, they would understood your issue instead of getting hurt or angry about it. This friend of mine thought it would hurt me if he said a "No”. Well it actually hurts me to think he didn't have the kind of comfort to discuss it out with me. It’s hard and it's tough. You have this great bond, a platonic one in its true terms and the very foundation of it shakes. It makes you wonder how did it become a platonic one with such a major flaw in it. It makes you so vulnerable. It makes you doubt all the bonds that you have with others. You are so confused. You feel so numb. You just sit still with various thoughts striking your head and you just keep asking "Why? Why? Why?" unable to answer them yourselves. You are angry. You are hurt. You are irritated and frustrated. It can't be sympathy. But that's the closest word you get. You are broken and crushed. You feel cheap and ugly. You wonder how come you didn't realize all these days. You think of the past and shrink away from it. You feel low. You can't believe it happened with you all the time. All the time when you believed it was something else. And finally the truth hits you. It hits you hard. You fall. You fall back lifeless and hopeless. You are unable to explain how you feel. The person who understood you all these days is the person with whom the tiff is and now even he fails to understand. You feel alone. Your other friends are there for you and each of them are trying to console you. Each of them has their own theory. As far as you are concerned, you know and you don't know. But you are still unable to do anything about it. The hurt is done. The scar is left. You don't know when it'll heal and others don't know that there's a scar. You ask for time and you are given time. You wonder "how much" more time it'll take while others wonder "why so much" time she takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You look back at your past and you regret. You look forth at your future and just don’t find any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Read this article recently in &lt;a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Repository/TOIM/2008/12/27/TOIM_2008_12_27_47.pdf"&gt;Rouge&lt;/a&gt;, a supplement of times of india&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The article is about the 5 types of men that every women should have.This one interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"THE PLATONIC ONE&lt;br /&gt;Every girl must have (if one doesn’t already) a guy who’s her best pal. He’s a good listener, he’ll give you sound advice, he’s fun, you’ll probably share similar interests, you can call him in times of emotional crisis and expect to feel better, he understands you and doesn’t judge you at the drop of a hat! He’ll always be there for you, no matter what"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I thought I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; one..But now it's more like I &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt; have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-1352012134967210621?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/1352012134967210621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/platonic-relations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1352012134967210621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1352012134967210621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/platonic-relations.html' title='Platonic Relations'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-7797763746204623356</id><published>2009-01-04T22:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:28:38.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To whomsoever it may concern...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO WHOMSOEVER IT MAY CONCERN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is an age where one tends to get carried away..This is the time when you have to show what you are actually made of...Stand up against the hormones and face the world with "I can do it" attitude..And just remember, never ever do something that you may have to regret later!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An angel you are..An angel I want you to remain..Beauty and charm lies inside..And in the long run, that is what people see..Show them who you are inside.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Immaturity defines you..You are still being a kid who has just entered his/her teen age..You have begin to learn how your reactions affect people..People who love you unconditionally are hard to get...Don't lose them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Patience and tolerance that you show amazes everyone I know...But just be careful that one day you might not want to lose patience on yourself or is unable to tolerate your very own behaviour..You know what you are worthy of..Be proud of yourself.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's a battle betweem your heart and your mind...Face it strong, keep your emotions under check and you'll emerge out a winner..The bonds that you formed are the bonds that will stay.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are a gem of a person...Your love fascinates one and all..The beholder holds you proudly...Know why she's proud of you..You might learn things about yourself that you never thought you were.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are a living example for others...But how do you feel about yourself?Aren't you still searching for answers?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are ever welcome..and I hope you realise that..You are always a part of our joys and sorrows.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Long lost you are...But you are someone whom I was always curious about.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are one person whom I feel knows what he wants MOST of the time..You do tend to make mistakes...Admitting it would make you grow more than you want to.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is more like advicing myself..And that's because of who you are..Know the people around you and understand as to why they are there for you..You'll have your peace of mind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your life-style is not ma cuppa tea...I jus't want ya to look back and tell me if you'll be ever happy with your past in future?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Being with you is full of fun and frolic..But just remember that people just don't look for fun and frolic in friends..They look out for other characteristics as well!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-7797763746204623356?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/7797763746204623356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-whomsoever-it-may-concern.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7797763746204623356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7797763746204623356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-whomsoever-it-may-concern.html' title='To whomsoever it may concern...'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-351717894713401422</id><published>2009-01-01T11:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:41:08.317+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A year of emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day me and ma colleague were talking about the year 2008 and he jus commented that his year was a great one for him and that's when I wondered about how my year was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, after that I read &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reflections-straightfrommaheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-bye-2008.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kutty Ma's post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in her blog and that's when I decided I should write about my year too!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some worthy and not-so-worthy things that happened in this year:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Exploring relationship and taking it to new heights - Which had its series of crazy moments, fun-filled times, happiness, suprises, fights, make-ups, understanding, reaching to emotions and what not!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Meeting Niti and Binal - Two people who made me feel so comfy in their presence and who could put up with my nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Learning more in tax - Makes me pretty much confident in handling it now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) The number of outings to Chennai - It was awesome and always makes me ask for more!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Making and breaking bonds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Going through numerous emotions - Love, hate, disappointment, Suprises, heart-breaks, tears, laughter, freaking out, loathing, understanding, jealousy, break downs, dedication, committment, sincerity, true love, care, concern, attitude change, learning and still learning....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Reliance mobile - Investment of the year!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) Juggling with PCC and Articleship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Maintaining the cool at home..and yeah losing it at times too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Solving so many complex issues or just breaking my head over it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Meeting new people and gaping in horror or at awe at them!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) Learning to love myself and lose my inhibitions - If not for you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) Trying hard at reduing temper and still trying so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14) Made mature decisions..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there are so much more I suppose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I could possibly say was 2008 was "a year of emotions"....A worthy phase of life where I learnt, thought, implemented, understood and gladly accepted that the learing never ceases!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy new year one and all!!Let the new year be as enlightening as possible for you!!&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-351717894713401422?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/351717894713401422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-emotions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/351717894713401422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/351717894713401422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-emotions.html' title='A year of emotions...'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-8576829272151244893</id><published>2008-09-24T14:30:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:52:58.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;prithz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; and I cant contain my excitement!!(This is my first tag,you see!!)..Probably prithz noted the fact that I'm such a lazy bum who doesn't care to keep her blog updated!!Lately,I've just been checking out fellow blogger's blogs and and don't sign into my blog even by mistake!!Anyways over to the tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tag name is A for Apple&lt;br /&gt;Give preference for regular sites&lt;br /&gt;Ignore your own blogs, sites.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 3 People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..there we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Daily events cant be narrated in a better manner!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.archana.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;My only last hope when it comes to search engines - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altavista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.altavista.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Horoscope in demand - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astroyogi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.astroyogi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wouldn't be writing this tag if not for this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.blogger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool site to book movie tickects-It seriously rock!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookmyshow.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.bookmyshow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Staying in mumbai?Like to travel by bus? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestundertaking.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.bestundertaking.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The best social-networking site for CAs - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caclubindia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.caclubindia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;How should I travel to so and so place in Mumbai?By train or bus?Confused? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cse.iitb.ac.in/navigator/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.cse.iitb.ac.in/navigator/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Poetry and Rants at its best - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crypticsouls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.crypticsouls.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that you are invisible to me!!!Eerie!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.%20detectinvisible.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www. detectinvisible.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Voah...What you want and more!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby,I was addicted!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Funny this and funny that - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnies.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.funnies.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The God - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of google services!!(Esp. Google Reader..I can't survive office without it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The stepping stone to social networking sites - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.hi5.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kiddish hobby that sticks to me like fevicol - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harrypotter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.harrypotter.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;English...movies..review..extras...!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 characters free messaging...hurry!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indyarocks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.indyarocks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my orkut profile pics are from -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istockphotos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.istockphotos.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do refer it for office work but it's been more useful for the Alt+Tab when ma boss comes around - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incometaxindia.gov.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.incometaxindia.gov.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.%20jokaroo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www. jokaroo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm..nothin in K..I spose!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm...when I get all lovey-dovey!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.%20lovinghugs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www. lovinghugs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Best place for English lyrics - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.metrolyrics.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the 1(Oh, don mistake me!!) who got me here..Inspiration - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Can't resisit commenting" blog!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.mugamudi.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Menu cards from where not - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.menucards.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.menucards.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The online solace for latest music lovers - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplug.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.musicplug.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing strikes this thick head!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Reminscing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;All latest tamil songs @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oruwebsite.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.oruwebsite.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eerie!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peteranswers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.peteranswers.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Quotable quotes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/qotd.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/qotd.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it a travel blog or movie blog or a general life blog-Probably I wud call it the mixed blog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalvilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.royalvilla.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Downloading books...100% complete - http://www.scribd.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Been there,seen all the movies - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sangamcinemas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.sangamcinemas.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Free download of HQ tamil songs - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamilbeat.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.tamilbeat.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil lyrics datatbase - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamilmovielyrics.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.tamilmovielyrics.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another one - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamillyrics.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.tamillyrics.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total twist to humour - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twisted-dna.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.twisted-dna.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must-subsribe for case-laws - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taxmann.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.taxmann.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sathyam-The name says it all - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecinema.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.thecinema.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sadly,can't think of any!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Converts youtube video to  whatever you want!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vixy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.vixy.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordsmith.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.wordsmith.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Same as U!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordsmith.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;What else one can think of with Y? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was really interested in the photographic mug and so this site - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoomin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.zoomin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I would also like to add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123musiq.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;123musiq.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123greetings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;123greetings.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; to this list!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I tag the &lt;a href="http://www.crypticsouls.blogspot.com/"&gt;A dash of blue&lt;/a&gt; coz I can see how much she gets bugged if sumbody makes her do a tag Evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://macabreday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Clouds In Mac's Coffee&lt;/a&gt; coz he gives his best to even tags!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;And lastly,&lt;a href="http://www.twisted-dna.com/"&gt;twisted dna&lt;/a&gt; coz he hasn't done a tag for a long tym as far as I can notice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;For rules,scroll up!!&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/5038475344385051208-8576829272151244893?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/8576829272151244893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-tag.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8576829272151244893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8576829272151244893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-tag.html' title='I Tag'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-4137852551479649139</id><published>2008-09-18T15:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:34:12.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I came across a quote by Abrahan Lincoln recently and I simply loved it..Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hmmm...good one,right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;*Yeah wel I kno I've been jus quoting lately..would write sth of my own sooner...I promise!!!!&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/5038475344385051208-4137852551479649139?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/4137852551479649139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-came-across-quote-by-abrahan-lincoln.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/4137852551479649139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/4137852551479649139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-came-across-quote-by-abrahan-lincoln.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-3023181979128912668</id><published>2008-08-14T11:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:12:55.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sky high!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&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:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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He had mailed us about his experience.One of their experience completely fascinated me and I decided to share it with you guys too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture speaks thousand words...So,let the pictures speak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKg-e-4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/25Fki-T9EvY/s1600-h/4379804_96bb136bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKg-e-4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/25Fki-T9EvY/s400/4379804_96bb136bb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249859812221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKg0vhrVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xk48h9KMgjQ/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKg0vhrVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xk48h9KMgjQ/s400/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249857197256018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKhEODyZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9_ZU_uYFUus/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKhEODyZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9_ZU_uYFUus/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249861351852434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You may wonder...what is so special about all these pictures??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Would you believe it if I say that what you were seeing so far in these pictures is actually artificial sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Whhhhaaaaaatt!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you still cant believe,look below..Here's a proof that the sky is indeed artificial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKhQm5nGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9LcZ4zVhF44/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You have been seeing the pictures of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.venetian.com/"&gt;Venetian hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; situated at Las Vegas.My uncle has been kind enough to update me that thw whole area is of 12 acres consisting of 8 tall buildings which have been totally covered with artificial sky and lighting.Isn't that amazing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-3023181979128912668?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/3023181979128912668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-high.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3023181979128912668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3023181979128912668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-high.html' title='Sky high!!!'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SKPKg-e-4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/25Fki-T9EvY/s72-c/4379804_96bb136bb5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-1950881133785901496</id><published>2008-08-12T14:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:27:16.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Rick Polito&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Marin Independent Journal's TV listing for "The Wizard of Oz"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I just signed through my igoogle home page today and found this quote in the quote for the day column. I have given it all the mind I could possibly give but I still cant figure out what is there in it that makes it worthy enough to quote!!Thought atleast you guys could help me with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courtesy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23877.html"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23877.html&lt;/a&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/5038475344385051208-1950881133785901496?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/1950881133785901496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1950881133785901496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1950881133785901496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the day?'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-8998878661521031056</id><published>2008-06-26T22:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:04.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday,Shwe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SGPMLsFf3FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coyhEpujVok/s1600-h/shwe-collage-color.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216237294610013266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SGPMLsFf3FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coyhEpujVok/s400/shwe-collage-color.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This beautiful lady in the picture celebrates her birthday tomorrow..Wonderin who she's?Shwetha aka shwe,my cousin and my ever best friend..Someone who knows me totally...After all 18 yrs of togetherness does bring about that..I've never told her how much she means to me..But on her 18th birthday,I would love to say a few words about her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were the "kutty kids" of our family and so we almost always stuck together..People were amazed at the amount of "talking" we used to do even as kids..Our families stayed at different places and so meeting her was an "annual holidays affair"..But man how much fun we used to have..Stays barely longed for a period of 5-10 days..But we definitely got the best out of it..I still remember the amount of joy I used to feel at the prospect of meeting her and all those dramas I used to do when the time for "goodbyes" came up..I used to pretend like I slept off,beg with mom to take shwe along with us and what not..She was/is/will be the best companion I could ever get..We had our own circle of friends but "me-shwe" was a different bond altogether...What made the difference?Was it bcoz she was my cousin?Was it bcoz of the amount of comfort and ease we had or was it bcoz she was she?I still dunno..As times passes,our bond strengthens more..She's one person who I could keep talkin to forever!!!We would meet after months and lo,der we go...blah blah blah ensued..chit chatting all our way...I love spending time with her and to think of all the kd things we did,still makes me laugh so much..Unforgettable and Unmentionable too!!;)..She's a great person-The amount of tolerance and patience,the way she used to listen,tease,criticize,advice,talk and so on..She has a unique knack for things..A wonderful secret-keeper,trustworthy person,loving,caring,witty,sensible and sensitive...I cant go short for words..Shwe has been terrific thruout!!Her cool-headedness and down to earth nature is simply amazin!!I've never seen her worry about something..She always seemed to know what the problem is and how to handle it..Her generous and care-for-all nature marks her character completely..I've never worried about not having many relatives in my age group and that's all bcoz of Shwe..She's alwayz seen to that the void is been filled completely...She has been a huge support for me and she will continue to be!!There's so much more to tell about her but I propose to keep this post short...So yeah..Happy birthday,Shwe!!!You are simply great!!&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-8998878661521031056?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/8998878661521031056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthdayshwe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8998878661521031056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8998878661521031056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthdayshwe.html' title='Happy birthday,Shwe!!!'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SGPMLsFf3FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coyhEpujVok/s72-c/shwe-collage-color.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-5124842113421894067</id><published>2008-04-11T15:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:27:42.412+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do decisions hit so hard on emotions??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you were forced to take a decision? You knew you had to take that decision but you just kept postponing it and suddenly the day comes where you jus can’t keep it pending anymore. There would have been times when you dint listen to friends or family who insisted you to take such a decision. You would have just said “yeah fine…Lets c...”…Does God think its high time you take that decision? Isn’t it so hard to do something like this? You are standing there trying to choose or decide between present happiness and future happiness. You are so unfortunate enough to not have them both. Its just one of them and you are told or rather forced to take it then and there. What would you do then? Would you forsake your present happiness or sacrifice future happiness? They say its now or never…They say live like there’s no tomorrow. But then does it all really apply in real life? And isn’t it even more worse when you know your decision is going to have a huge impact in someone else’s life also…or probably lives…How do you decide what’s it you want? How do you decide what to decide? When a decision itself involves decisions…To make things worser, you are caught in a situation where if you don’t make the right choice you are going to regret…badly…Why is current happiness always sweeter and more enjoyable than future happiness? Is it because current happiness is something that you are clearly experiencing? Is it because you are just unsure of future? If current happiness should keep you happy then why are you so confused and unhappy now? Does it indirectly mean you should choose future happiness? Why does confusion exist for heaven’s sake? It makes the already tough process even tougher or worser.How do you know you have taken the right decision? Why should certain decisions hit so hard on emotions?&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-5124842113421894067?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/5124842113421894067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-decisions-hit-so-hard-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5124842113421894067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5124842113421894067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-decisions-hit-so-hard-on.html' title='Why do decisions hit so hard on emotions??'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-615400543792986837</id><published>2008-03-18T16:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:49:23.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sits infront of the computer...staring intently..."Probably they should change the computer...Its pretty old....Why cant they use a flatron monitor atleast?"...She turns and finds her bottle,takes a sip of water and wonders why she cant drink lot of water...Her dad alwayz shouts at her for not drinkin water...She bites her nails nah nah the cuticles...Thats what she used to say to justify herself whenever her parents claimed she was biting nails...She realises she keeps shaking her legs and wonders if she has got some kinda nervous problem...She sits upright now...still staring the monitor...Her back has been hurting her pretty horribly...She makes a mental note to meet the doctor soon...She picks her mobile and makes a call...Strategically cuts it before he would pick it up and continues staring at the monitor..She could hear her colleague talkin or rather whispering some work-related stuff to another colleague..She looks at the clock in the task bar..."Its not yet 5..time left"...she nibbles on the skin on her lip and tilts her head to a side and thinks...She adjusts her duppatta and proceeds with her work...She breaks the knuckles in her fingers,something which she initially found quite irritating but later it turned into an habit...She takes a long breathe...She gets down to her usual bad posture..."Quite tough to sit upright for a long time now"...She looks at the chair where her boss sits..."He's not yet back...goody good!!"...She hears the door being opened...She pressed Alt+Tab and lo comes a word document related to office work..She turns around carefully and tries to look who has just entered her office..."Oh the xerox guy...Ada cha"...Her colleague's mobi starts ringing..."Has she planned to torture me?What was that ringtone now?"...The message tone of her mobile rings...She wonders if sumbody else thinks the same way about her message tone..."Hmmm...as if I care....okay yeah I do"...She hopes it would be some friend of hers...Vodafone promotional message...She mentally begins to say the f-word...but stops with "fu---".."Ahhh that sounds better than the word itself...and it gives you the same satisfaction of saying the word...Nice!!"....The peon crosses her and exclaims "Madam,aap tho time pass kar rahe ho"..."Yeah yeah as if i dint know that", she thinks...But turns around and smiles at him and says "nahi yaar"...And she gets back to her blog and continues with her post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats how I wrote this post....phew...Now you all know why it takes so much time for me to write a post...Let me tell ya guys...It aint east to write a post at office...Not at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri Seri puriyudhu...neenga enna solla vareenga nu puriyudhu...Office la ukkandhukittu office velaiya parkama blog eludhitta adu vera evlo kastam nu solriya..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wat to do???&lt;/em&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/5038475344385051208-615400543792986837?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/615400543792986837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-sits-infront-of-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/615400543792986837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/615400543792986837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-sits-infront-of-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-8912965305303302310</id><published>2008-03-18T16:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:15:24.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The real learning begins when you start learning about people and emotions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-8912965305303302310?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/8912965305303302310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-learning-begins-when-you-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8912965305303302310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8912965305303302310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-learning-begins-when-you-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-5657144569420004808</id><published>2008-02-22T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:49:20.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long-lost friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont know why exactly I decided to write on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;During my school days,we had to shift every two years or so coz dad was in a transfer job.Therefore I had met quite a lot of people.I got along with most of them,had lotsa fun with many and made friends with few.All that I would like to write about today are about the friends I had made.There are friends who I'm still in touch with,friends who I just know about and friends who are just lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow this whole concept intrigues me a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My kindergarden days&lt;/strong&gt; were one of the best times of my life.I was good at almost everything and used to be this kid whom everyone loved.I had lots of friends but somehow I dont remember all of them except for one...R.Saravanakumar...He used to be as good as I was and we were really good friends...I used to like him a lot and I still remember the day I had blasted him for getting me caught for something I dint do...I dunno how but somehow even as a kid,I valued friendships quite a lot and I got mad at this guy for doing this to me...It all seems so silly to me now but as a kid,I stopped talking to that guy after this incident...Another friend of mine was Nivitha..She was one year elder to me and she was my neighbor...She was my play-mate and I spent more time with her than I did at home..When we had to shift to some other place,I still remember her sobbing so much..I was fortunate enough to meet her once again in my life,when I was in fifth grade but then...for nivi the memories prevailed but not the bond and for me the bond prevailed but not the memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My second grade&lt;/strong&gt; was at Andhra Pradesh and it was the worst time of my life...I hated the school and my class-mates...Most of them were such difficult and bossy people and it was just so hard...But when I joined the school,I got a friend...Her name was yamini..She spoke tamil and tat was all that was needed to form our bond...I loved being with her and life went amazing with her...But I wasnt really lucky enough coz she had to leave the school..I was so sure my life was goin to be hell again but thats when sravya came along to prove it wrong..My school was like miles away from from my home and so I had to go by auto..She was my auto-mate but unfortunately she was not my class-mate...The auto journey was for 45 min or so and I used to love it so much...Those 45 min to and fro were the only times I spent with her and I looked forward to it every single day...Those 90 min everyday was enough for us to cement our friendship...When I had to shift from AP,I remember her comin to my home...She came along with her mom and gave me a gift...It was a flower vase that sang a tune of "happy birthday" when u touch a certain flower or so...My neighbor's kids had come arnd that time and so I was busy playing with them...Poor gal..She kept waiting for me and finally she left...I never saw her after that...But somehow I kept feelin that the flower vase's tune sounded like it was sung to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fourth grade and fifth grade&lt;/strong&gt; were once again the best times of my life..We were a group of five gals..Me,Vinupriya,Anitha,Lavanya and Divya...Lavanya and Divya weren really that close and so it was jus me,vinu and anitha...I was like the gang leader and we had so much fun together...I tried staying in touch with Vinupriya even after I left the school...Anitha jus disappeared all of a sudden...I still wonder what happened to her...She stopped coming to school in the last few months of our fifth grade...We kept waiting for her to turn up and finally,I decided I should pay her a visit...I still remember where she stayed...Thayumanavar street,Vellore...There was no one at her house...They had left it seems...I still imagined she'll turn upto school one day but alas,she never did...I still keep wondering what happened to her...Ani shared a very special bond with me and I just couldnt take it when the bond broke up all of a sudden...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth and Seventh grade&lt;/strong&gt;-Voah,I still call those days as the best days of ma school life...The best!!!Yeah...I had friends everywhere-School,class and in the park near my home...Me and my fren preshmitha...how much we used to fight with the guys,the troubles we used to cause,the oh-so-silly probs we had...Man...We were a group of four gals-Me,Shriveena,Mridula and Preshmitha...The funny part was before I joined the school Preshmi and Veena were like the inseparables,best of friends and they were infact named "Shri-tha"....Once I joined,I dunno how but things took a change and me and preshmi ended up being great friends while Mridula and Veena mingled up...Me and preshmi rocked those days fighting with the Rakesh gang...I still cant forget Ajay,Rohit and Rakesh-Three dare-devils they were...I'm still in touch with Preshmi...Veena,Ajay and Rohit-I do have an idea of what they're upto but Mridula and Rakesh -I last heard about them some two yrs back...I have no idea what they've been doing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighth grade&lt;/strong&gt;-I was there at this school for just an yr...It did take me quite some tym to get along with people..In all the schools I had studied,guys and gals used to be such good friends...But this was one school where guys and gals hated each other...I barely remember some of the guys there and in the one yr I had studied there,I had never been to the guys' row ever...All my friends were gals and there were quite a many of dem-Suganya,Ambigai,Maria Jeniffer,Preethi,Ramani,Swetha,-Sadly I'm not in touch with any of them now...I did hear from Ambika some tym back but we couldn remain in touch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninth and Tenth grade&lt;/strong&gt;-New place,New culture,New ppl...Everythin was new...I dint like it...Life seemed like hell to me..It was like as if God was telling me-"Well you enjoyed so much na..Now you start suffering...."Every day was a huge task for me...God wasn that mean too and wel there were few helpful souls arnd-Vruti,Hitakshi,Divya and Madhuri...Vruti left school in ninth grade...It was so hard to bid her goodbye...It more or less seemed like the situation I was in when I was doing my second grade...I tried to move on with life and life did bring some positive changes in the form of the tuts gang-Niyati and her frens...They were in the other section but we all went for the same tuts...I finally started laughin and learnt to enjoy life...I'm still in touch wid Divya and Hitakshi and I pretty much know what others are upto...I'm ever thankful to them....One more person worth mentioning is Niku...Niku was ma onlyn fren...And yeah I knew how great it was to have an onlyn fren after being wid Niku...Friend,Listener,Philosopher,Advisor and everythin-Niku was one in all..I just know what's Niku been upto..but we couldn sustain our bond...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleventh and Twelfth grade&lt;/strong&gt;-Voah,I can write an entire blog on them....But since ma topic is about ma long lost frens,I dont think they come into the picture....I'm pretty mcuh in touch wid all of them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well...as I had previously mentioned,I really dunno why I started writing this post...I would love to meet ma old frens sometym...Yeah,I dunno if I wud be able to keep in constant touch with them but I can assure them that I can never ever forget them..And I guess I should let them know that they were indeed the reason for my happiness at sum point in ma lyf..And even if they aren with me now,the very memories with them still keep me happy...I love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;*Me reminiscing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-5657144569420004808?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/5657144569420004808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-lost-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5657144569420004808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5657144569420004808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-lost-friends.html' title='Long-lost friends'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-3856047563108816123</id><published>2008-02-21T13:56:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:04.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Those wonderful days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R75np_Jpw1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MtZNTQOXK3A/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169683393292125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R75np_Jpw1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MtZNTQOXK3A/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Few signs to show how much one misses their school life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know you miss your school life when:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)You start visiting your junior's album's in orkut and facebook in the months of february-may to just go back to your memory lane using their pictures of their school memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)You still store you school uniform and gently touch and feel your school days-each thread in your uniform speaking of volumes of your good times-When the intitially-most-booed-uniform turns out into the most-preciously-guarded-possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Your secret cup-board is filled up of little notes written by your friends passed arnd during classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)You google search about your school hoping to find somebody writin a blog abt it or sharing a picture or for some alumni site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)You look at a picture of you with your school friends and silently praying that all of you remain together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)You feel so happy when someone talks about your school and you could actually understand what they say and even relate to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)You cant bear to hear any wrong remarks about your school when you very well know that you yourself did the very same thing once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)You look at your school and exclaim-"How much it has changed over the years"-like how grandparents look at their grandchildren and exclaim-"How tall you have grown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)You get excited in even seeing your school bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)You just cant believe others dont miss their school and you actually wonder why people dont understand when you miss yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)You become so crazy and start thinking "Probably even I should start a school and there'll be alumni's meet every sunday and....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)You plan so sincerely about constructing a huge bungalow for you and all your friends to live together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)In a row with your parents,be it any issue,you start cribbing about your wonderful school days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)You think about your school days and start smiling all of a sudden for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)You are amidst writing a post abt ur school life and you start thinkin of writing a entire blog on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,when you keep going on with your present life(however disastrous it is)by just deriving the strength from your school times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss ma school life too much*:`(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-3856047563108816123?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/3856047563108816123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-wonderful-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3856047563108816123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/3856047563108816123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-wonderful-days.html' title='Those wonderful days....'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R75np_Jpw1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MtZNTQOXK3A/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-2437309713875820380</id><published>2008-02-19T13:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:05.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shocking news:Vidya and Sagar Singh's demise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R7qO1vJpw0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vYh1j0T6qZE/s1600-h/getimage.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168600576202228546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R7qO1vJpw0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vYh1j0T6qZE/s400/getimage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna check out better??Visit this link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Daily/skins/MM/navigator.asp?Daily=MMIR&amp;amp;login=default"&gt;http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Daily/skins/MM/navigator.asp?Daily=MMIR&amp;amp;login=default&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punch in page no.37 in the Page No. box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit of explanation-The above image appeared in Mumbai Mirror...Its kinda an advertisement for some serial...Seriously I have nothing more to say than these two words&lt;strong&gt;-"What crap!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno if its worth a post in ma blog but well i wanna badly vent out ma feelings somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out for yourself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-2437309713875820380?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/2437309713875820380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/2437309713875820380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/2437309713875820380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-crap.html' title='Shocking news:Vidya and Sagar Singh&apos;s demise'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R7qO1vJpw0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vYh1j0T6qZE/s72-c/getimage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-4714518835505032151</id><published>2008-02-07T13:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:54:32.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The look in her eyes made his heart leap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;He never expected her to do this to him...How could she do it to him??Though she occasionally complained about him,he thought it was jus the usual problem everybody faced...He never expected it to create such an impact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had met three years back..She looked arnd and she saw him..&lt;em&gt;The look in her eyes made his heart leap&lt;/em&gt;...Their initial days were so much fun...Khushi was her name and she seemed khushi about him...She was alwayz excited about him and he felt the same way towards her,although he couldn express it...She proudly held him in her arms,when she was with her frens...She had given him many nicknames...She cared about him so much...He remembered the day when her smiling cute face turned so sad when he jus had a minor scratch...He remembered those initial days,when she tried matchin her clothes to his...They were alwayz seen together that ppl started callin them the "Inseparables"...But now,things took a dramatic change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years...How could she?Dint closeness strengthen a relationship??How could she think of someone else even after being with him all these years??Yes he wasn as young as she was or neither was he as tech-updated as she was..But still,wil she able to show the same love and care that she did towards someone else??Questions kept croppin up in his mind but he was too shocked to even address them to her..He loved her so much that he dint wanna hurt her...He decided...let her do what she wants..my love towards her will never change!!!Never ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw her tat day...Tat was the last day he would probably see her...She seemed more excited than before...He felt sad...He was even more hurt by the fact that she had no idea how much traumatic this whole experience was for him..Lookin at her so excited,he wondered if she sincerely loved him..Was it jus a crush??Suddenly he heard a shriek of joy...He looked at her...And there she was jumpin up n down,seeing her new "him"...He looked much better than him..He seemed more smarter and tech-updated..He seemed right for her...She went near her new "him" and took him by her arms...He saw them leavin together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She... leaving... him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl:Excuse me...I'm lookin for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Yes madam...I know what you are looking for..This is &lt;strong&gt;Nokia 1100..&lt;/strong&gt;Since its a second hand,we are givin it off at a very decent rate,madam..It has got messaging,games,call waiting,etc....Its in a perfectly working condition and I'm sure this will fit in your budget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The look in her eyes made his heart leap...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says-"Take me away...na na naa na na..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Khushi says-Mom,I love this mobile...Do you know what I've nicknamed my new mobile??-"Shark"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by my Dearest Ashy who loves her mobile so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah Happy Birthday,Ashy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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made his heart leap...'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-7972190319677596408</id><published>2008-02-07T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:05.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back 4m Goa wid a bang *ouch*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just puttin down what all I realised from my trip to Goa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Trust your Instincts-My instincts kept on telling me something was not right about the whole trip but I refused to believe it...But now I have to believe it...How can I be without believin when I ended up with an accident,dropped my mobile down and it stopped workin and my IPOD also stopped working all of a sudden??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Goa has temples and churches to visit too..N yeah I bet none of you knew that...N I guess Goa tourism Development should give me and my family an award for visitin the most number of temples and churches in a single day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When you travel in a jet-ski,its better to hold lighlty and fall into the water than holding rigidly and ending up with a back-pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.One can love their mobile so much that they actually start missing it and start gettin dreams about it *I did*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.One should learn how to dance without any company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.A week-end relaxation can sometym turn into an entire week rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.When you dont accompany your parents for dinner,they might turn it into a candlenight dinner for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.There are no tamil channels at the hotels in Goa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.The security men @ Taj resorts are the most humane people I've ever met..Though we stayed @ Marriott,when I had the accident I was near Taj resorts and those guys helped us throughout the ordeal-Ryt from the beach to the hospital til I went back to Marriott...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.When you have a digicam,you definitely try to take pcitures of the scenic views like a professional and when it comes out great,you tend to display them proudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R6qzUXHFcrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cKQAJuO3xWw/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164137085116183218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R6qzUXHFcrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cKQAJuO3xWw/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.The fake tattoos seem so real that people actually dont believe even after you tell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.When you get hurt in an accident,you will be so bugged to write about it coz you're already tired telling about it to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel Goa was fun but few incidents and accidents has caused an aversion towards jet-skis and writing about the trip!!!So yes people,breathe a sigh of relief...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-7972190319677596408?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/7972190319677596408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-4m-goa-wid-bang-ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7972190319677596408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7972190319677596408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-4m-goa-wid-bang-ouch.html' title='Back 4m Goa wid a bang *ouch*'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R6qzUXHFcrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cKQAJuO3xWw/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-5725475401192826378</id><published>2008-02-07T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:49:31.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lover or Loser???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was love at first sight for her...She wasnt sure whether he felt the same way towards her..She had her doubts...This seemed to bug her a lot...Being patient was never her..Why did he do this??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He started it all...It all happened jus two days back...She was standing at the bus stop waitin for her bus...And he saw her and she saw him...their eyes met...she felt some kinda attraction towards him...Some kinda feeling that she never felt before...It was new and exciting...She dint know what but she knew there was something there..definitely there...She had never seen him before..Never in the six months she had been travelling...It all seemed right...She dint know who he was...But she knew from the way their eyes met,that they were destined to be together...The power of love,no one ever knows what all it can do....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So she stood thinkin and waitin to see him..And he came...Their eyes met once again...And he walked towards her...Her heart missed a beat...He was nearing her...She dint expect him to approach her...She dint know how to react...What should she say???She jus stood there shaking nervously but all excited...He came close to her and asked her "Whats the time?"..She thought his voice sounded great...She laughed to herself and thought,"Hmmm..."Whats the time,eh??"...U nervous bugger...Wait...I'll definitely tease you on this in future"...Thinking so,she looked at her watch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He snatched her hand bag and ran as fast as he could...And there she stood totally aghast and taken aback....She lost her mobile,her wallet,her credit cards and the love she had for him....Nobody arnd knew how foolish a loser she was...&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/5038475344385051208-5725475401192826378?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/5725475401192826378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/lover-or-loser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5725475401192826378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5725475401192826378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/02/lover-or-loser.html' title='Lover or Loser???'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-4999672496798494412</id><published>2008-01-23T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:08.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The City dedicated to Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hJL3HFcdI/AAAAAAAAABE/3Cdbs7zdigc/s1600-h/hyderabad-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158953841273958866" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hJL3HFcdI/AAAAAAAAABE/3Cdbs7zdigc/s320/hyderabad-map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A warning or fore warning or watever to all you guys who read tis post...Its gonna be really long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was all planned too fast...I wud rather say I dint expect it a bit...Thot it was jus mom's usual banters about how dad never takes us out n blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dad had a meetin at Hyderabad and since we(me n mom) had never been to hyderabad before,we decided we give it a go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And lo,it happened...Frankly speakin,I wasn too excited abt it but then yes I had to drag myself and get all the things packed up...My lack of enthusiasm was very evident from the fact that I had actually started packin at 12:20 A.M and my flyt was at 6:20 A.M on the very day...It was further emphasised when I got up at 5:0o A.M and lost myself in messagin one of ma frens in ma jus-now-out-of-bed look despite ma mom's requests which slowly transformed into shouts,screams and yells...I painted a vivid picture of ma mom givin me a "all-because-of-you" look incase I delayed further and we ended up missing the flight...I budged myself up and got ready..I was jus givin those last moment touches  and ma mom n dad were already downstairs,their voices(shd i say yells?) reaching uptil the first floor we were staying...To avoid gettin embarrassed infront of the driver and watchman,I hurried outta the house...I wud have been perfect fot the ads sportin this young,independant and smart business woman hurryin for work if nt for the casual attire...Anywaz got into d car safely and mom promptly launched into a lecture on "how to get ready on tym" which carried a hidden warnin of "u-btr-nt-speak-back"..The young and restless me did brush away the warning and well the result was me and mom were lookin at our respective windows dutifully(In simple words,we wer lookin away each other givin the impression "I dn wanna talk to ya")..and ma dad was in d front seat givin d same impression as d hindi-speakin driver...["I have no idea watsoever happened in this car"]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well me and mom continued sulkin til v reached d airport...Once der v were told "Please hurry up sir,Ur flyt is boarding"...which accordin to me jus summed upto a single word with exclamations..."RUN!!!!"...so yeah v promplty kept runnin til v reachd the "wrong" security check in...Wats d big deal abt Indian Airlines now to have a separate security check???...In the mood I was,I called it outright mean...Anywaz v ran once again to the so called "others" security check...(Mine was Go-air now)...I was in for a suprise here..For the first tym in ma flying experiences I saw the ladies queue to be longer than that of mens..Wonderful tyming for tis suprise indeed...N when was der peace when ladies(known or unknown) were together??V did have this usual skippin d queue problems and I got quite pissed off when a mid-fifties lady took advantage of a really old woman passenger claimin she was with her,leaving me and ma mom who were this only "v-r-in-a-hurry" souls seem like the most heartless ppl in this whole damn world for askin the lady to stand in the queue...I realised later on only that there's no possibility of any relation between that damn lady n the old woman when one of them was a go-air passenger and the other jet-airways...*cha!!!*...Embarrassment find its way into ma lyf somehow!!!So v successfully got thru the security check at arnd 6:10 A.M. and I jus rushed outta towards the gate wen I saw ma dad was ekdam aaram se standin der..I was like "whaaaatt?"...Ma dad simply turned towards ma mom and enquired in a very relaxed manner "U wanna go to the loo?"..I was like "Man,have u gone nuts??We have a flyt wich is gonna take off in another ten minutes and here u r enquirin abt goin to the loo like as if the flyt has nt got a loo"...Well i actually dint say tat..I put it up in a better manner...But I realised I figured out how ma dad n ma cuz bro had once missed the flyt from delhi to chennai...Am so damn sure this "loo" conversation would have been on tat tym n ma poor cuz bro wud have jus stood der tryin hard to convince ma dad that he really dint wanna go...*Grrrr*..Somehow wen i put tis view across to dad,he gave one of his rare laughs n yes v all laughed too...of corse V had got in the bus by that tym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now abt the bus..I jus hate the damn bus tat carries d passengers from airport to the plane...I hate em...They r either so stuffy or jus so damn cold tat u myt havta breathe ur last der...All ma flyt experiences have alwayz began with this "Please God this shdn be the bus-plane one(I'm quite ignorant abt the technical term for tat thingy wich connects d plane n d port)"...Well this tym was one of those "ma-prayer-nt-happened" tyms n i was already grumblin abt it..My grumbling further increased wen the bus took a longer tym to reach d area where our plane was...I started hearin ppl commentin "arey this takes longer tym than the whole journey itself"..which though seemed quite exaggerated was kinda true...the bus journey took us some fifteen min whereas the trip to Hyderabad was jus fifty minutes...So exaggeration accepted!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got in and knowin ma dad very well,I knew we would end up gettin the nearest to the exit seats..V got 2A,2B,2C and i sat with a sign of relief near d window..Though I'm nt tis person who keeps their face stuck to the window thruout the journey,I prefer window seats coz I jus keep twistin in d seats and bug ma mom with the most mokkai-est(read Pj or borin) jokes ever..So i prefer the anonymity of the window seats..I got myself ready for d journey by pluggin the head phones into ma ears and pickin up the mumbai mirror stuffed badly by d "graceful" soul who had occupied those seats earlier..I lost myself in music,movies,local stories and gosspis for a while..The flyt journey was pretty good n since it was jus fifty minutes jounrney when compared to the one-and-an-half hr journey to chennai,I guess I found it better...Go air has this no in-flyt free serving policy bt v were allowed to buy food items from them..V ended up gettin cold breakfast containin sandwiches,somethin sweet break  like  thingy and some weird things...It was ultra cold tat it jus seemed lyk they had purposely chilled it up for us...anywaz i jus satisfied ma appetite with honey n oatmeal cookie(Yum!!!) and tat sweet break like thing..It was followed by a photo session where I was tryin out ma O2 mobi ka camera for d first tym..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well a bit abt O2 now..One word tat sums up d camera is "IT SUCKS!!"..okay two words now..It portrays ur photography skills in a very poor lyt by showin up very dim pics...However it does come out well in the comp..appreciated!!!And then if it feels like it wants brytness arnd it can be so stubborn to nt turn its flashlyts off even after d pic is taken,leavin d poor ppl flashin their smile tinkin d camera is still gettin d pic while others arnd you give you a "y-do-u-have-a-camera-wen-u-dn-kno-how-to-use-one" kinda look...Anywaz wat I decided and ma mom decided by the end of tis trip was v wil take a better camera wid us next tym...Goody good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jLOHHFcnI/AAAAAAAAACU/HXGif1gduzE/s320/Photo_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096816440275570" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jK3HHFckI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p739WVAkl5w/s320/Photo_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096421303284290" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So yes v de-planed at Hyderabad and the chauffeur took us to the hotel v were sposed to stay which turned out to be JW Marriott..*glee*...Well the hotel sported an antique look outside which I dint appreciate much..Of corse it was a great place from inside...We were welcomed by a cute cream color labrador and some not-so-cute four to five security men..Talk abt safety and security at Hyderabad!!!It was damn interestin to c ppl goin abt ur car with metal detectors...gives some sense of importance nw..So yeah after this rigourous checking including us n our bags,v were let in very politely..I must say one shd learn a thing or two abt politeness from d Marriot guys of Hyderabad...I dunno abt other Mariotts nw...By the hyderbadis jus moved me tremendously wid der politeness and mannerisms...I would give dem a full in scale of 10..Wel v were ushered into our rooms in the seventh floor...the room wasn really very spacious or so bt it was wel set up and d ambience-wonderful!!!It had everythin u wud possibly need...ryt from shampoos til high-speed internet connectivity...Things worth mentionin-The hair dryer,Fridge loaded with all goodies,The Iron machine wid table,The safety locker and of corse The Internet connectivity..So yeah v settled in and dad got ready for the meetin he was sposed to attend...Tat was the entire purpose of the visit nw..V jus freshened up a bit and went down wid dad for breakfast..Marriott has one of d best buffets I've ever been to..I cud jus count out the things tat were missin coz the things tat were available was jus too many...Ryt from bacon to grilled mushroom to idlis to parathas over to bread and cornflakes with a splendid variety of juices some of which came under my "never-heard-of-tis-before" category...The food was the best of best..V managed to gobble up sth and then marched towards d room...Dad left for the meetin shortly and mom dozed off to a happy slumber in those foamy,ultra soft and cozy giant-sized beds...I surfed thru the channels til the signs of tiredness n tat of gettin up at 5 showed up...I dozed off n got up wid mom tellin me to get dressed yet again..I was jus so sleepy n lazy tat I dint feel like gettin up...Finally dragged myself outta d bed and got dressed for the wonderful day ahead...The same chauffeur picked us up again and took us to d place where dad's meetin was held..V met few acquaintances of dad's where I promptly kept sayin "hello" and flashin ma big smile and my mom did tat "namaste" thing..The guys there managed to convince ma dad abt stayin til monday mornin(v were sposed to stay only til sunday evenin)...Dad somehow got convinced(which never ever happens wen I do d talkin) and so yes though mom was so damn worried abt ma "baby" bro of 22 years v had had left behind,V decided to   stay..Then we went for lunch to "Hyderabad House"(The biriyani sucked invariably...Chicken was good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and proceeded towards our first sight-seein spot..."Shilparaman-An art village"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158954541353628130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hJ0nHFceI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lap-HuKoIcE/s320/Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had actually thot it to be some kinda art exhibition where paintings of expensive rates are put up n u jus keep starin at dem wonderin what the artist was tryin to explain or rather trying to figure out wat the artist had put up in that marvellous work...Me,who was someone who tried to bunk drawin classes during skul days was absolutely against visitin this place...But it turned out that I was wrong..Shilparaman was jus an exhibition where there were stalls about the tribal ppl of hyderabad,history of hyderabad and most important of all...clothes,bags and various other accessories..I jus ran like how ppl run for seats in IMAX dome theatre or to make it pretty simple I jus ran like crazy...Finally after much bargainin done by mom and showin arnd stuffs done by dad,I ended up gettin a pretty white n black rajasthani handicrafted knee length skirt,a green n black wrap on skirt,Two chudidhar materials and got ma name done on Bead work...At pretty good price!!Now tats the whole point of shoppin at an exhibition..isnt it???Anyways satisfied abt d whole shoppin experience and finally gettin the enthusiasm that I had lacked so far,we proceeded towards Golconda Fort-The last sight seein spot for the day...I'm nt someone who's very much interested in History and so I wasn much excited abt the whole fort seein thingy...Reached,got an ice-cream(yew!!!) and I started takin pics of the fort in different angles...V were to do time-pass till the sound and light show began...Now for all you ppl who had never been to Hyderabad and for all you ppl who's nt tis history lover kind,please keep ur ears sharp or shd i say keep ur eyes wide open...NEVER EVER GO FOR THIS SHOW...its d most boring-est thing I've ever seen...It was an hr show I spose n I slept off even amidst the mosquitoe bites and chillin weather in the last half an hr...Basically the show is set up in such a spot where u get a good view of almost the entire fort...Colorful Lights have been installed at places and wen the show begins and whenever they explain abt some part of the fort the light lits up at the concerned part...A certain person keeps blabberin abt the so called history of the fort...Initially I was quite fascinated by the magnificiently lit up fort and the story,but thereon it wasn interestin enof to keep me entertained...I slowly started grumblin and I realised it was of no use coz ma dad was extremely interested and mom seemed to..So i decided the only refuge I had was to sleep off...I did like to mention a very interestin and perhaps the only interestin fact in that damn show..There was this certain prince named Ibrahim or [Quli or Kohli](Aint sure) who was in love with a extremely beautiful girl named Bhagmathi who was a dancer-cum-singer(Now I wonder how cum all the queens n princesses or rather the heroine of the story are always such beautiful lookin damsels)...Anyways back to d story...So yeah they were very much in love and I must say the romance(if tat blabber guy was true) was jus too sweet...Anyways as d story goes the father of d prince found out abt der love and warned the prince to forget his love and put some restrictions(so typical)..But the prince,unable to forget his love,decided to risk his life and go meet her...So on a very stormy nyt,the prince took his horse and galloped in d rains to see his beloved..Of corse Bhagmathi,like any other girl was thoroughly impressed...the prince's father(nice man!!!) heard abt the prince's nyt-out and removed all d restrictions and let the prince marry his love(Wish d tamil cinemas had such an ending now)..Anyways tis is wat d blabberer claims-I heard a different version at the laser show at Lumbini park though which goes like this-The prince swam some lake it seems..and yes d girl was impressed and the prince's dad decided to help d prince by building some bridge which is still functionin in hyderabad it seems...Somehow I like this laser show version better...Well ultimately wt I wanted to say was-After d prince got married he constructed a new city n named it bhagampur(I spose,again) and later on it was renamed as Hyderabad(No prizes for guessin now!!!)..Guess u wud have made out the meanin behind ma post title now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jK2XHFciI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z3xD10hSlCU/s320/Photo_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096408418382370" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jK23HFcjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zNMoXqYewEw/s320/Photo_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096417008316978" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So anywaz..I was fumin by the end of tis sound n lyt show and I now increased d sound of ma grumblin and pestered ma dad to compensate for this borin tym by takin me for some movie...I'm alwaz a game for any movie,u see...So v went for Prasad's IMAX arnd 8:15,which is quite near Marriott to check out the movies...Suprise yet again...Der was only Billa runnin wich was released ages ago and then the last show for all telugu movies was at 8:15 P.M...V had very limited choices and d next show was at 11 PM(only English and Hindi Movies) which was completely ruled out...So v came back to d hotel,had dinner and went for the room...Ma mom was very tired after d hectic day which invloved too mucha walkin..I decided to watch some movie on TV atleast n Star movies offered me "Speed-2" and I decided to watch it since I've never seen it before..It turned out to be a good movie bt the endin was too dramatic or i did say indian-ish...The hero keeps on chasin d so-called villian for his gal..aioo!!!So i dozed off n ma world of reality transformed into world of dreams almost immediately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The next thing I remember was my mom wakin me up(yet again) at arnd 8:30 A M on sunday mornin...V had plans to visit d film city,go for boatin,laser show at Lumbini park and see birla mandir on tat day...I got ready slowly and by 10 30 v were done with breakfast and were all set for the hectic day ahead...Film city turned out to be a long ride from d place v stayed and I happily caught up on d sleep my mom had forcefully taken away...Tats a great advantage I;ve or disadvantage as ma mom sees it...I can sleep off very contently when I travel by car...But I hate cars especially the air-conditioned ones...I dunno how bt I developed a dislike for the air-conditionin in the cars...somehow I feel choked and irritated...So yes v reached Ramoji's Film City and lo..It was jus huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jLOXHFcoI/AAAAAAAAACc/-tMBM5o5whU/s320/Photo_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096820735242882" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got the tickets...Got a cap..nice one..Got into the bus..Window side again..N tis tym to gaze out and feel d breeze(hot)..clicked pics here n der...Finally d bus stopped at some place n we all got down...Ppl started rushin towards d attractions...For d very first one we went for,we waited in the queue for some fifteen minutes...I dn even remember d name of tat damn show to warn u guys...anywaz if u guys have kids or a lover then I guess u wudn mind goin 4 it...wid kids u gt some happiness outta d kids enjoyment and wid ur lover,she'll be so bored tat she'll havta look at u n speak to you..Its basically some joy train kinda tingy where they try describin different places using stuffs created outta plaster of paris...I dn wanna talk abt tis anymore..I’ve had enof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jLO3HFcpI/AAAAAAAAACk/9TyUboqODVI/s320/Photo_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096829325177490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then we went for somethin called action show..I was already frustrated abt the earlier show and so I warned  my dad of dire consequences incase it turned out awful...Moreover I had to stand in blazing heat for some 20 min..So I guess u can feel d amount of irritation I felt..Anywaz dad turned out to be lucky...the show was pretty good n hilarious...It basically explains briefly how a movie clip is taken and how its a team work and nt jus the work of d so called actors n actresses...It was interactive and a 13 yr old girl pretended to be a raj-kumari being chased by men in horses...It was quite a hilarious thing to c...and I dn tink it can be explained in words...A must watch show though...She somehow looked like ma dearest cuz,Shwe n tat made me laugh even louder...We went for lunch after tis show and I must say I finally tasted some good biriyani!!!V gobbled it up wid a coke and ice-cream,in the case of mom and proceeded aimlessly..V finally saw tis tora-tora ride and I was quite excited...The last tym I had been to amusement parks on such rides was back in March,2007 I spose..It was with ma class-mates and it was so damn fun quipped wid singing the latest tamil movie songs in d bus,goin on all thrillin rides,envyin d guys who got to use d pool and walkin walkin n more walkin..It was so much fun...I still remember how much preps v had done for it by gettin d lyrics of d songs n memorizin it meticulously,puttin off frens who blabbered d wrong lyrics and man..wat fun!!!It was a pride knowin d lyrics of d songs by heart....N I'm so sure v would have exceled much more in studies if v had had d same excitement n dedication...Me n ma frens did tink of goin for amusement park after tat but it never seemed to work out..Anywayz back to film city,v went for tora tora,some flight watever,break dance and thriller...Then v went for tis bus trip across d film city...I did say the bus trip served d purpose of the entire trip to film city...At this place called Eureka(tats where d rides r),U get tis bus trip where a guide shows u in and arnd film city in the bus..It was so much fun and the guide was really good at explainin things...He cracked appropriate jokes,gave us d appropriate information and kept us engrossed thruout...Ramoji's Film city was an out of the world experience..I guess d entire place covered a whoppin 2000 acres and it was really amazin to c the different settings in film city...It was quite hilarious yet stunnin!!!Don ever miss it...Well v were to get down at d sposed ellora caves settings der..I was quite worn out by now and as if tat wasn enof we were all made to wait for bus some half an hr in d blazin heat...I cud only tink of a sadistic reason behind it..U enjoyed,U suffer now...*ouch*...Finally d bus came n trust me,ppl ran like its now or never...We left d first one and decided to catch d second one..The second one had quite some crowd for it and v had a minor scuffle wid a fellow passenger who tried to act smart..I gave him ma piece of mind n tat spoiled ma mood for a while..After gettin down,I was back to ma tired normal self..I wanted to so badly go in ranger(which had jus started operatin...sheesh)but dad pleaded wid me to nt go afraid tat I wud faint off...So I gave into their whims;) and v caught the bus back to entrance...Got into d car and I promptly dozed off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our next stop(Whattttt???)...yeah v r such energetic ppl indeed...our next stop was at Lumbini Park for the Laser show...Yes,the very one where d blast took place killin quite a many ppl especially poor students who had been for a trip..Well v got d tkts for d 8:30 show and in d mean tym v thot v cud go for boatin...I cud like to give a tip here...If u r someone scared of travellin in a ship or boat n someone who loves watchin cultural shows,then u must go for the big ship one...If u r someone who wants to feel d feel of goin on a boat ride then u shd opt for the motor boat...it goes...zzzzoooooooommmmmmm....or shhhwwwwooooossssshhhhhhh i wud say...V unfortunately opted for d former one though I was the latter kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hK2nHFchI/AAAAAAAAABk/MOrl5iJGSws/s1600-h/motorboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158955675224994322" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hK2nHFchI/AAAAAAAAABk/MOrl5iJGSws/s320/motorboat.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jLO3HFcqI/AAAAAAAAACs/nX7VufWf2Yo/s320/Photo_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096829325177506" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had to sit thru ppl dancin n yeah the dancers did a pretty gud job bt i must say...Mom was ultimately bugged and dad maintained a safe distance from her..Well finally v got down n v had a pretty 45 min left for d show..So v jus lazed arnd d park discussin abt how well Hyderabad Govt. had developed tourism..Sincerely speakin,every state shd take a lesson or two abt developin toursin from hyderabad...Those guys have done a wonderful job..No place has been left untouched..Ders this really big lake named Hussain Sagar Lake(Finally I got a name right)and these ppl developed all possible attractions arnd tis single lake…Now tats indeed praiseworthy I wud say..And another fascinating or I wud say incredible thing abt Hyderabad is tat everyone,ryt from a small kid to a grown up adult speak in Hindi..Despite Hyderabad being the capital of AP,one jus cant hear telugu bein spoken anywhere…seriously!!!I remember tese two particular incidents very well..When we were goin to Golconda Fort,the road was blocked..So we were tryina enquire if der was any other way…A kid,barely 8 yrs old,came along and told us, “Ji,eh road tho blocked hai..(pointing at another road)Aap voh doosra road se jaana”[Sir,this road is blocked..Go thru the next road]…I was like “Whaaat???”…Hmmm n yet another incident was when I got this roasted corn from a road side vendor near Lumbini Park…The lady pointed out the groundnuts next to her and asked “Eh bhi chaiyiyae??”[U want tis too?]…I wasn listenin to her,so I asked “huh??”..The lady was like “Eh kavala??”(meanin U want this in telugu)..I was like “Man,these ppl speak as if hindi is their first language and then telugu”…I had jus reacted towards this shockin experience but my mom took it as “maana praechanai”[defamation] and decided tat she would learn hindi ASAP..Well back to the story,arnd 8,ppl started movin towards the stadium where the laser show was bein held…We went along with others and got fryums n samosa…The stadium was really huge and I guess,at a tym,it holds arnd 2000+ ppl..It wud have been such a horror for ppl wen d bomb blast took place…Mom kept recollectin d story and v were experiencing d feelin of bein at d place where “it” happened..Finally arnd 8:30,wen almost d entire stadium was full(!!!!),d show began…I must say it was d best ting abt d entire trip…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158955189893689842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hKaXHFcfI/AAAAAAAAABU/EWOBGdjtuxk/s320/Lasershow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Using d fountain as d screen,the laser was performin its work and it was jus enthrallin..simply fantastic…Its sth tat jus cant be described..One has to be der n feel it…I jus sat literally gaping at d screen for some tym…Initially they show two lovers romancing using the lasers n then d fountain wid colorful lyts at d bottom dances beautifully to some of the hit songs..then they tel d history of Hyderabad using d projector followed by a song featuring the stars in Tollywood…It was amazing and worth the money…We left five min b4 d show so tat v dn get caught up in d crowd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Climbed in the car n reached Hotel Manohar where we were sposed to spend d “nt-sposed-to-spend” nyt(Remember v were convinced to stay here till Monday morn)..V chose to dine in d room only and ordered…I started watchin some episode of roadies 5 on MTV..It seemed pretty interesting n so it kept me entertained…V were quite tired and since v had to get up early d next day(since our flyt was scheduled at 6 AM or so),v retired to bed arnd 11…Slept contently and next morn,v bid good bye to Hyderabad…I was quite dazed throughout the entire return journey..v came home arnd 8 and I slumped on the bed muttering “I wont go to office today”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The next thing I remember was me sittin in the office wonderin how on the earth “I” turned up to office..I gave a pat on ma shoulders…Cmon yaar I deserved it…I wud love to include this in ma list of “sacrifices undergone in becoming a CA”…Well der ends ma story,insight,experience,outlook whatever u call it…I had quite some fun and its been quite sum tym since I spent an entire day wid dad n mom..So yeah I ultimately enjoyed it and goin by the traditional endings “I’m lookin forward to more of such trips wid family”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.Yes,the photos were indeed from ma O2 except the food one,the map,the laser show,the motorboat and the Bhagmathi cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.Bear wid me this tym…I’ll try makin posts shorter next tym..And for all u guys who loved ma loooooooonggg post…thanks guys but I cant guarantee such long posts everytym…Me doin CA,u c!!!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.The below pic as I claim is the best pic ma O2 has ever taken!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5jK3HHFclI/AAAAAAAAACE/pvw_nCpTKio/s320/Photo_0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159096421303284306" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;By the way its the amazin pool side at Marriott!!!Go for it,guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-4999672496798494412?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/4999672496798494412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/city-dedicated-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/4999672496798494412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/4999672496798494412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/city-dedicated-to-love.html' title='The City dedicated to Love!!!'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R5hJL3HFcdI/AAAAAAAAABE/3Cdbs7zdigc/s72-c/hyderabad-map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-8890055884826537404</id><published>2008-01-14T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:48:46.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yours lovingly,Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th January,4:05 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me-&lt;/strong&gt;Work's done-Sir's nt arnd...Its been quite a while since i wrote a post..Wat do I writ abt??.....(thinkin)..Got it..Here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad-"&lt;/strong&gt;Hello..kaise ho???I wanted to talk abt tis meeting on saturday at Hyderabad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom-&lt;/strong&gt;Market was down today and yet I made a profit...(smiles broadly)...Why is this stupid boy(referrin bro) at home today???uyira vaangaraan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro-&lt;/strong&gt;Sleepin....No dreams absolutely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sid-&lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping....(Dreaming!!!)Its been a long tym since I slept so much..Apppaaaa...tryin to break d record of the person who slept for the longest tym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kev-&lt;/strong&gt;I'm so bored...What do I do??Help mom,Play comp???I'm so bored..Nothing to do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KK-&lt;/strong&gt;I got the TV...appaaa!!!Where's d cashew Dabba??Aioo..I got a call now..TV pocha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RG-&lt;/strong&gt;Hello...loosu enna di panra???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivi-&lt;/strong&gt;(Sleepin)...Inniku enna pannalam???Romba bore adikudhae...Padmini kitta paesanum..Cricket vilaiyadanum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puppy-&lt;/strong&gt;NCC NCC...My lyf's goin waste...Coll pathi paesadheenga..Evry dog has its day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashy-&lt;/strong&gt;No Dont ask abt tat *&amp;amp;%#$....Finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; xams over...U der??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pal-&lt;/strong&gt;Naan CS pananuma??Neenga enna ninaikireenga??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puggy-&lt;/strong&gt;Vacations atlast...Lyf nalla irrukae...The home looks new to me..Half d tym spent off in college only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire-&lt;/strong&gt;Bore adikudhae...TV romba bore...Cboco enga???Choco Choco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gayu-&lt;/strong&gt;Leave la enjoyment thaan...Leave romba mokkai pa...Waitin for bheema!!Wooowww!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chidu-&lt;/strong&gt;Hey u tel me da where to come...I'll come da..Hey u c da macha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vika-&lt;/strong&gt;Hmmm...Sleepin..(Dreamin)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...jus tried to imagine wat ma dearest ones wud have been tinkin at tis moment..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/5038475344385051208-8890055884826537404?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/8890055884826537404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/yours-lovinglythoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8890055884826537404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8890055884826537404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/yours-lovinglythoughts.html' title='Yours lovingly,Thoughts'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-1669611090306582847</id><published>2008-01-11T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:09.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taare Zameen Par-Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4cVDQrX7bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FKSDP_SsAN0/s1600-h/taare-zameen-par.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154111444309503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4cVDQrX7bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FKSDP_SsAN0/s320/taare-zameen-par.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;If u r someone who's plannin to read the review of taare zameen par n then watch the movie,then u must be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;confirmed idiot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jus go watch it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;One movie which jus cant be reviewed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;A critic's challenge....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Image Courtesy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.bookeazy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/taare-zameen-par.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://blog.bookeazy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/taare-zameen-par.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-1669611090306582847?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/1669611090306582847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zameen-par-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1669611090306582847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/1669611090306582847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zameen-par-movie-review.html' title='Taare Zameen Par-Movie Review'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4cVDQrX7bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FKSDP_SsAN0/s72-c/taare-zameen-par.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-7089138430640603457</id><published>2008-01-11T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:09.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Embaraaaasssiiing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4sB5wrX7cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J2d1FgWH26s/s1600-h/avoidant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155216290286661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4sB5wrX7cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J2d1FgWH26s/s320/avoidant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No no....its nt like I dunno the spelling of "Embarrassing"...I'm jus stressin on it to stress the impact tat it has on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 2 min ma stop's gonna come..I travel by bus and my stop comes after ma office...Bus kinda stops in d signal and yeah u get tat small bit of happiness wen u c d bus has stopped ryt infront of ur office...Saves walkin from d stop to d office(U lazy bum!!!)..I felt d same way too n rushed to get down..And yeah as it alwaz happens d bus started...bt me determined enof to get down,ran n got down..D bus has strd movin...No probs ppl!!I dint fall down or hurt myself..all i did was I landed n did some kinda jig on d road infront of ppl...U must have figured out from d way i describe d situation how i wud have felt..wel of corse i was embarrassed..I had to keep tellin myself till i reached ma office "No no..all d ppl weren watchin u or goin to talk abt u for d rest of their day or go tell abt u to their fren..."..cut ma thots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wait at d bus stop..ders another guy waitin for d same bus as mine..The bus comes bt it dint stop at d stop...I havta reach office soon now..I do sth tat I wud never do..I ran behind d bus and happily climbed into it when it stopped at the signal,givin a "Oh-cmon-be-fast-n-smart" look to tat guy..Two min later I get a "I-know-so" kinda look n snigger from tat guy...sheesh...U wonder how cum i still get to c d guy who I saw at d bus stop eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I happily climbed n sat down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..tak tak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"siddhartha college,D N road,fort"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nahi jayega"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tak tak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now u guys kno how..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N u wud kno how i feel...Embarrassed yet again!!!I jus managed to get into d bus after few minutes n yes I kept lookin away from d guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tis is me..I get embarrassed like hell..ryt from trippin on d road to nt understandin wt a person talks,from d way i eat sev puri till d way parents dress up for d party...more than the concerned person themselves I get embarrassed a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tis is lyk d very silly nature of me..Guess mosta ppl feel dat way bt not so much like me..N am tryin hard to get outta it coz it jus makes me a painfully shy person...sad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than incidents which cause embarrassment,I guess I try figuring out incidents to get embarrassed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma mobi rings now..Oh shit...d ring-tone sounds horrible..Ppl r givin me an amused look..Am gonna kill ma bro...N oh no I'm embarrassed..yet again!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5038475344385051208-7089138430640603457?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/7089138430640603457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/embaraaaasssiiing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7089138430640603457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/7089138430640603457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/embaraaaasssiiing.html' title='Embaraaaasssiiing!!!'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4sB5wrX7cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J2d1FgWH26s/s72-c/avoidant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-5256572110802295065</id><published>2008-01-10T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:06:29.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roles reversed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all dressed n all ready...In ten min she would be at the school...Tis is gonna be d first day at the new school...She was jus so scared n worried...She knew how it was...Wt if "she" was not treated properly???Wt if others jus ignored "her"??...She jus cudn tink of tat...It wud break her heart badly...She knew she was being so pessimistic but her own bad experiences made her feel tat way...She jus prayed to God...Tats all she cud possibly do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On her way...no matter watever assurances she got,she jus cudn accept...she jus smiled n nodded....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally...reached school...Her palpitations increased...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She reached the gates...She handed over the bag and water-bottle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Bye bye mommy!!!I'll be fyn...Dn worry..Luv you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roles reversed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S.Dedicated to mom...who's a kid alwayz!!!!&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/5038475344385051208-5256572110802295065?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/5256572110802295065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/roles-reversed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5256572110802295065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/5256572110802295065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/roles-reversed.html' title='Roles reversed'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-8119669893295607646</id><published>2008-01-10T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:44:04.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Right or wrong???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh shit!!!Not again"..."He's gonna screw me"..."I'm so damn sure he's gonna give the blast that I think he thinks I deserve"..."Why do I always end up messing what I do"...."If I did a mistake,it would definitely turn out to be an impo report"..."The partners r gonna screw me,the company to whom the report belongs to is gonna screw me..."oh no"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The report lies on the table as if wondering why the person infront it is starin at it so much...The report cn see that the person is showing mixed emotions...fear,anxiety,agitation....combined wid pessimistic thots..Hmmm...the report wonders..Wt could be possbily wrong...she was jus stamping me with the seal of her company's...n all of a sudden as if she got an electric shock,she jumped and threw the stamp down..Wat cud be wrong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm petrified...Wt an idiot I'm to stamp tat page..I'm glad...Atleast I dint stamp the same page in the other copy also...But still tis is so bad...my lyf's ruined...Nooooooo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Phone rings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sir,the report".....&lt;em&gt;Please God he shd chk d report later..please please....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Take your seat".....&lt;em&gt;Oh nooooo...there it comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;He scans thru d report..."Knew you..When have you ever done some work properly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tears welled up....I look down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"...Why dint you jus stamp this page too???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I waited for the sarcasm to sink in...I myt burst out any tym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Dint u hear me???Why dint you jus stamp this page too??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked at him...&lt;em&gt;Uh,Could tis mean sth else??Rather sth opposite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wat did i do??Was it right or wrong??......&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/5038475344385051208-8119669893295607646?l=life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/feeds/8119669893295607646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-or-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8119669893295607646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5038475344385051208/posts/default/8119669893295607646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-thefourletterword.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or wrong???'/><author><name>Dimplicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00483775905236056117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/SXYJdnxdxCI/AAAAAAAACBA/1ZkYeegXTdU/S220/alone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038475344385051208.post-4578393352634160197</id><published>2008-01-09T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:09.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4YDiQrX7YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zjAAuJR0n0E/s1600-h/thanks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153810710699437442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFiPelDMOto/R4YDiQrX7YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zjAAuJR0n0E/s400/thanks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As u all cn see,this is ma first eva post and I have decided that I would dedicate the first post of mine to few noteworthy ppl!!So yeah guess ma beloved prema athai would get the credit first!!It was back in 2003..Athai is a very much tech-savvy and enthu person and if u be at her place n hang out wid her,u r sure to learn sth or the other..U must be wonderin why i wanna thank her now...Well she was the person who taught me how to access net and mails n stuffs..pretty much the basics..it myt seem so simple n silly bt back then it was jus too mucha complicated stuff for someone like me(wts the opp of tech-savvy nw?) &lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..If it was nt for her,I would still be writin this blog(no worries!!!) and I myt have learned on ma own,but wtd d big deal is tat ma start towards d virtual word was flagged by ma athai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well secondly it wud Dad...now tats quite easy to guess i spose...He got me the PC yaar...cmon!!!So yes if nt for dad i wudn be so virtual as I'm now n guess it wud be unfair if i dn thank mom..if not for her convincing and assurance,Dad would have never ever made the move..Shd thank the markets for this kinda attitude from mom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then it cud b ma bro i spose..Though I dn tink he wud wish to be thanked for wt am gonna say..I'm wt i am in tis virtual stuff..n its all bcoz of ma bro..If not for him(Now..I do use this phrase a lot bt no,i dn use it so damn often usually bt well i guess d post demands it)...so yeah If not for him,or rather if nt for his absence,I would have never had a chance to experiment with comps or work out the trial n error process..He,being the usual bossy elder bro never ever let me touch any of the comp-related stuff or for that matter,anythin..it was always "his" work ground n then if he pities he myt pass it on to me..So yes ma knowledge was alwaz limited to wt ma bro allowed me to do UNTIL he had to move out to hostel wen i was in ma 9th std..Tat was the most borin yet good tyms of ma lyf..though I had to miss all the sibling rivalry n his mere presence at home,I did enjoy d new found freedom to d possible extent..Alryt to cut a long story,ma bro's absence gave me an opportunity to learn "new" things abt d comp or rather the internet..So yes thanks to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay chillax guys...I kno u r fed up..Tis is d last...No worries!!!So yeah last bt not least,I would luv to thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriesofprithz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prithz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...prithz is ma very close fren's sis..She's a blogger too n I must say she's jus too good!!!Infact it was she or rather her blog which inspired me to strt bloggin..Her blog come under this "Must check" category...atleast for me!!!I was so turned on by d posts in her blog tat i actually saved her entire blog into ma PDA, so that I could carry her wonderful work till ma bedroom...Very Impressive work full of mixed emotions!!!She myt nt even know wt kinda impact she has created on me..So yes prithz thanks to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah der ends ma first post...I have thanked all d ppl I want to n I must say I'm content in some sorta way..Writing does give one some kinda satisfaction...probably I wud never even thank these ppl in reality..It myt nt seem a big deal..Okay I guess I reached ma "highly crazy" mood...Being at work,I tend to..I wanna go home now bt i jus cant...cha!!!So I'll jus stop blabberin more..N yeah wud come up wid a better post next tym!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1)Yes that "thank you" image goes to all u guys too!!!and it was taken from &lt;a href="http://customersrock.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/thank-you.jpg"&gt;http://customersrock.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/thank-you.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2)Though tis myt seem totally irrelevant to this post,I jus wanted to say this-U know one of the reason y i chose to write a blog is bcoz I wanna break dis popular myth tat der r certain skills needed to write a blog...for instance ppl think tat only if u have good English language skills,u can write blogs...Trust me,ppl actually tink tat way..So yeah I dn have "great" english skill or any other special "bloggin" skill...yeah probably I have one...I jus wanna voice the way I perceive lyf...Isnt tat enuf guys??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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