<?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-7039166339282452377</id><updated>2011-12-21T21:58:44.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>Tis is something which i feel like to share.you may like it.you may not..nothing to gain ..nothing to lose...if you like it ,please encourage me otherwise don't comment...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-2751622606110817824</id><published>2011-09-04T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T02:56:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil e nadaan</title><content type='html'>Tum kuch kaho ya khamosh raho,tumhara dil kuch nahin chupa sakta hain,Tumhare shabdon mein bhi jo chupa hain,woh mera dil samjh sakta hain,Kya yeh tumhara hi dil hain ya mera hainKyunki yeh sunta samjhta wohi hain,jo yeh samjhna chahta hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-2751622606110817824?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2751622606110817824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=2751622606110817824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2751622606110817824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2751622606110817824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/dil-e-nadaan.html' title='Dil e nadaan'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-6461324564179040928</id><published>2011-08-19T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:49:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>कुछ उन्सुल्झी बातें</title><content type='html'>ना तुम हमें याद करते हो &lt;br /&gt;ना तुम हमे भूल  पाते  हो&lt;br /&gt;ना हमारे करीब आते हो &lt;br /&gt;ना हमें दूर जाने देते हो &lt;br /&gt;ना तुम हमारे संग रह सकते हो &lt;br /&gt;ना हमारे  बिन रहने की समता रखते हो &lt;br /&gt;प्यार तो करते नहीं फिर भी क्यूँ इतना सताते हो &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div 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बातें'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-1538335950122739098</id><published>2011-08-19T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:48:56.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tum Bin :)</title><content type='html'>Aksar lagta hain ki tujhme mujhe "woh" mil gaya jiska intezaar tha&lt;br /&gt;Par kabhi tum zara bhi waise nahin lagte&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi to tum meri khamoshi bhi padh lete ho,&lt;br /&gt;lekin kisi pal me to meri baatein bhi tumhari samjh se bahar hoti hain&lt;br /&gt;Aati hain jab hichki to naam humesha tumhara hi aata hain&lt;br /&gt;Fir chahe yaad koi aur kae lekin yeh kambhakt dil leta hi tumhara naam hain&lt;br /&gt;Jaanti hun tum mujhse meelon door ho ,lekin dil se bahut kareeb ho&lt;br /&gt;Phir na jaane kyun har chehra hubahu tumsa lagta hain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-1538335950122739098?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1538335950122739098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=1538335950122739098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1538335950122739098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1538335950122739098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/tum-bin.html' title='Tum Bin :)'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-3606697274969373469</id><published>2011-08-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:44:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After being together for endless days&lt;br /&gt;here we part to our own ways&lt;br /&gt;It all happened one not so fine day&lt;br /&gt;How I forget the date-Fourth of May&lt;br /&gt;But before we unhold each others' hands&lt;br /&gt;Let me get hold of  from Potter's wand&lt;br /&gt;to recreate the sudden so lost love&lt;br /&gt;which was so beautiful as a dove&lt;br /&gt;How you forget "The Walk to Remember"&lt;br /&gt;on the roads of DU along with our song-Love in December&lt;br /&gt;Tea-holic you converted me to love that hazelnut coffee&lt;br /&gt;I broke your introvertism to gossiper in that lobby&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a non-swimmer,but in your eyes I could always dive,&lt;br /&gt;Both of us being two left foot,still managed to Jive&lt;br /&gt;Those were our love filled days&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be back is there though just a ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-3606697274969373469?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3606697274969373469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-2710629059934696827</id><published>2010-09-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:18:32.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I love you?</title><content type='html'>Can I think of you, if you don't mind getting hiccups?&lt;br /&gt;Can I sing for you, if you don't mind lying for my not sweet voice?&lt;br /&gt;Can I dive in your eyes ,if you know swimming?(though I won't like coming out)&lt;br /&gt;Can I keep mum ,if you don't mind reading my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold your hands,if you don't mind my being in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Can I be myself,if you don't my sillyness?&lt;br /&gt;Can my thoughts come to you,if you are afraid of being haunted?&lt;br /&gt;Can I live for you,if you don't mind my love for you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I smile for you,if you love that sight?&lt;br /&gt;Can I rest my head upon your shoulders,if you don't mind getting tired?&lt;br /&gt;Can I keep writing poems,if they don't bore you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I love you,if don't mind getting infected with it?&lt;br /&gt;Can I expect from you not to neglect my feelings,even if you don't love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-all this is a result of excessive listening of romantic music..Any  resemblance found is co-incidental.Do comment if you like this from a  silly heart :D&lt;br /&gt;PPS-rains encouraged me to jot this one :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-2710629059934696827?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2710629059934696827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=2710629059934696827' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2710629059934696827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2710629059934696827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-love-you.html' title='Can I love you?'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-6170742447508059105</id><published>2010-02-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:01:50.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>मैंने प्यार किया :)</title><content type='html'>हम तुमसे प्यार करते हैं,पर दुनिया से डरते हैं,&lt;br /&gt;कोई तुम्हारी पहचान मांगें तो झूठ कहते हैं&lt;br /&gt;जानते हैं तुम नहीं चाहते हमें,फिर भी इन्तेजार करते हैं,&lt;br /&gt;एक दिन ना जाने हुआ क्या,जो तुमने कहा की हम तुम्हे पसंद हैं&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारे लब्जों ने मुझे सातें जन्नत में पंहुचा दिया&lt;br /&gt;फिर देखी मैंने अपनी दुनिया जिसमे सिर्फ मैं और मेरा पिया&lt;br /&gt;पर शायद खुदा को हमारा मंजूर नहीं था,जो तुमने कहा की मैं नहीं हूँ तुम्हारी जिया&lt;br /&gt;कहाँ आसमान में ले जाकर जमीन पर पटक दिया&lt;br /&gt;शायद मुझसे कोई भूल हुई या क्या बात हुई,तुमने कभी नहीं उत्तर दिया&lt;br /&gt;माथा अपना मारा मैंने क्यूंकि तुम्हारी पसंद को तुम्हारा प्यार समझ लिया&lt;br /&gt;आँखों के सागर में डूबे हमने सोचा की पहले क्यूँ नहीं दिमाग इस्तेमाल किया&lt;br /&gt;पर दिल ने एक ही जवाब दिया मैंने प्यार किया,सिर्फ और सिर्फ प्यार किया&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-6170742447508059105?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6170742447508059105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=6170742447508059105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/6170742447508059105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/6170742447508059105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='मैंने प्यार किया :)'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-3812652416748758996</id><published>2010-02-21T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:50:41.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you love me</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer-This post has no connection with my present life.This is totally my heart's and mind's  work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the moments spent with you,because you love me and I like the fact that I am loved by someone and becuase of your love,I love thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only when the wind blew them;while I am riding with you on your bike and you secretly look that from the mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they try eatting up a single strand of my hair and only you notice that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when it always spit out something while eating and you pat on head and say be careful girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;,because of their restlessness while you dive into them without any life jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt;,they allow me to walk endlessly with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt;,when then type so quickly to reply to your messages telling me I am pretty etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ears&lt;/span&gt; through which I hear you calling me by my pet name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which forces you to keep me smiling and forget my sorrows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as they open up easily while you give me a hug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for blessing me with a friend like you :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-3812652416748758996?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3812652416748758996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=3812652416748758996' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3812652416748758996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3812652416748758996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitledsuggest-me-suitable-title-plz.html' title='Because you love me'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-7598579202227622813</id><published>2010-01-02T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:24:39.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Dooriyaan</title><content type='html'>Hum to akele hi khush they,par tum mil gaye to laga jannat mil gayi&lt;br /&gt;Tumhari har ada ne dil ko choo lia,par shayad main nahin samjh paayi&lt;br /&gt;Jab tumhare  kareeb aana chaha,tab tum nahin samjh paaye,&lt;br /&gt;Humne fir bhi koshish ki,lekin fir bhi tum anjaan rahe gaye.&lt;br /&gt;Khud ko samjha dia maine ki shayad woh shaqs tum nahin,lekin fir bhi tum nahin ruke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-7598579202227622813?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-1727464845958505347</id><published>2009-10-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:33:22.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had some questions and thoughts while I was feeling low,so here I pen down those here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do resist change ,isn't it?But when I want to bring some change,it doesn't stays too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I too good (my perception),can't I become the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like the way others like me?&lt;br /&gt;When we can have plastic surgery for complete make over,what is needed for the nature make over?&lt;br /&gt;Can't a good human being become devil though the opposite is possible?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I fake myself-my smile ,my eyes which gives the right picture of my mood ?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I expect you to become like I want you to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I fulfill your expectations,without any complaint?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I really care for you too much,just to be hurted later?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave me alone when I need you the most?Did I ever I left you isolated?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I compromise most of the times?&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there a complaint box which could quench the thirst of my questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why I can't hate you even ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I forget and forgive you for your sins that hurted me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be faced by troubled waters too much?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you harsh to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be a rosy picture for me?&lt;br /&gt;Why I am a good human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions are addressed to my life/my Lord.I know I won't get any answer from Him but his Angels might help me out by the way they want to get in touch with me.&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/7039166339282452377-1727464845958505347?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1727464845958505347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=1727464845958505347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1727464845958505347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1727464845958505347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-157151847034282937</id><published>2009-10-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:39:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a long vacation,I am missing the late morning sleeps :(and the cold weather made it worse.As usual I boarded bus and was by myself.&lt;/span&gt;Then I saw another girl,who was re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ally charming.I gave her a meek smile to acknowledge her beauty to her.In return she showed me the similar curve on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;To entertain myself,I plugged the ear phones and tune in to soft and smoothing music.Along with that I was looking out of the window but something turned my eyes towards that girl again.She was placing her hair behind her ears but I guess the wind didn't like that and again blew her hair.Her naturally silky hair add grace to her angelic face.I admire her beautiful hair which could not defend the power of the wind power.Her eyes were another captivating thing apart from her hair.I caught of the moment she was making some funny faces and expressing happiness.It was an co-incident that she was too going the same place.I relished her beauty till she was with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alas!It was my friend's call and mobile was no longer in my hands.So she disappeared till I got time to see my reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;PS-edited last part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7039166339282452377-157151847034282937?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/157151847034282937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=157151847034282937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/157151847034282937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/157151847034282937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-encounter.html' title='Just Another Encounter'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-1221406629405174506</id><published>2009-10-18T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:34:27.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some thoughts have long life..Isn't?I hope you understand me.This is one thought which was born when I realized that everything is temporary that includes materialistic possessions ,and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very possessive of some people ,better not to name them.What would they think if they came to know of this?Would they like it or they won't?What you say?This possessiveness don't hold that normal degree,it can go extreme.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a gizmo freak but yeah I love my mobile,specially when it is bought by my savings :)This is the most guarded asset of mine or rather the only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds odd that we all have same possessiveness though the degree may be nil to the extreme.Anyways,a little gesture moved me.When I came to know a girl who was upset just for losing her calculator.This was stolen by someone from car while she was attending tuition.Now she is extra careful about her things like holding mobile very tightly and suspecting all strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood that whatever one is possessive about,is the thing he/she loses.I used to so much protective of things that even if I don't use them,I wouldn't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when one day,there was a little dispute with my sister,on taking the exclusive dress.I was carried away when she gave up that dress for me.But then I convinced her that she should take it anyways.From this day,I relished the Joy of Giving.Although this was just a little gesture but it really changed my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in case of relationships,I have withdrawn this possessiveness.I don't fear losing even my best friend or some one special.That don't mean I don't care for them.It means that if after some efforts,I am unable to match the expectations or the other person don't like me;I would rather take a move out.I know its easy to write and say but actually implementing is really tough.But I would do the same if any one has issues with me.I really don't like faking up or unnecessarily holding something what's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious thoughts..Isn't?By the way,do you have issues with me?Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt-&lt;br /&gt;1)forget and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;2)Leave expectations.just chuck them.&lt;br /&gt;3)Stop faking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-1221406629405174506?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1221406629405174506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=1221406629405174506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1221406629405174506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1221406629405174506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-5159703366701270225</id><published>2009-07-05T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:13:11.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Te@Rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;Its the worst look I wear&lt;br /&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;It shows the future,I fear&lt;br /&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;It means some one closed to me is not near&lt;br /&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;It shows the pains of the past I bear&lt;br /&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;It shows the true happiness of true love,I swear&lt;br /&gt;The water from my eyes is not just my tear,&lt;br /&gt;It shows the picture of someone so dea&lt;/span&gt;r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-5159703366701270225?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5159703366701270225/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-4620849173442482849</id><published>2009-02-08T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:18:11.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before you read the poem,I would like to wish you happy valentine week to all..This poem i wrote during my teenage years and I know its filmy type because its imaginative...Hope I am able to keep your love spirit high:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another sunny morning and its Valentine Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have just got an invitation in my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its an invite for date from anonymous guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept wondering who sent it and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While driving to my college,I thought about it very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; who could be fooling me by inviting me for such heavenly affair that costs too much bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a signal stop,I took out my pocket mirror to check if I am looking good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came a motorist &amp;amp; showered flowers on my car and drove away so fast as he could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought its some well planned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prank&lt;/span&gt;  and joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;planned by my friends &amp;amp; folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of a sudden I heard heavy loud noise &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relished&lt;/span&gt; a helicopter is above me at a height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I came out of my car,it rained flowers red and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After this someone screamed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!I love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shivered &amp;amp; mumbled who are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again I heard him say "please meet me in evening"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought to teach him a judo lesson  in the meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I am romantic at heart but I don't like this publicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would give him a punch &amp;amp; a lecture as I am witty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dumbfounded by this event,I reached my B school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And shared this with my buddies who called me lucky and c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While readying for this hyped date I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; black top and floral skirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;amp;  got ready to see who is he-genuine or just a rich spoil brat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my way to the venue ,I kept wondering who is he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is he smart,intelligent and as I want my Mr.Right to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On reaching I was seated on one place &amp;amp; was requested to be seated on one place &amp;amp; wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Impatiently i crossed my fingers &amp;amp; kept expecting my fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then arrived a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my wait came to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was swept off my feet to see it was X(my best friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First he greeted me &amp;amp; then sat on his knees to propose me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never imagined he loves me,as he been special friend to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holding my hand while on his knees,he asked me "would you be mine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blushingly I said yes &amp;amp; he asked champagne or wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still overwhelmed that he is my Mr.Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; stunning in suit of white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He asked me if he really like my Mr.Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I smiled and whispered yes of course you are right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7039166339282452377-4620849173442482849?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-8238420648897832609</id><published>2009-02-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:19:13.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Most of my day travel is done via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; metro.Sometimes I am in hurry,sometimes I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;idle time with me,yet I prefer metro to any other mode of public transport while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commuting&lt;/span&gt; locally.You would catch me with ears engulfed withe headphones and that too mostly with soft music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wait!!!before proceeding,let me ask you one thing ....Are you getting bored already??Did I said I write to please you or to woo you...Don't go by its looks,use your brain.lastly don't expect anything from me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you have seen Delhi metro,you must be aware that it has doors on opposite sides as well out of which one opens at each station.I always try to stand near the door (anyone) and look out for scenery out.If the train is moving and I look in it backward direction,then I am reminded of memories..May be you can say that life is about moving ahead and nothing is permanent.Everything is temporary in life...We shouldn't carry any regret or failure for a longer period of time..Failure is when you didn't tried,so its better to fail and rise rather than letting it untried....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And if I am facing the direction where the metro is moving,then I think I am moving ahead.And life have some opportunities  to shine upon..Always be happy and keep smiling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; what i have to say in this post.....Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7039166339282452377-8238420648897832609?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-7104499471455971003</id><published>2009-01-16T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:20:21.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of Jan 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After two days of recovery ,I was back to college and then again to catch some sleep..Yeah thank you mam you have sweet voice that sounds as a lullaby..Was teaching us Water cycle and all those topics(blame it on syllabus,we have got Environmental Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;as a subject)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Am I boring you as well?Sorry you are reading at your risk.I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; responsible for any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; caused:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well I was waiting for the classes to be over and I leave for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; GD/PI classes.My classmate backed out in the end minute.I felt bad but not really.After all,I got "Me Time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to meet my friend post class..And he too cancelled the program(I know you would read this,but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; your name here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bought some chocolates and mints for my company...Hmmm..When a chocolate melts in your mouth,a heavenly moment:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I boarded the metro and seated myself..Firstly few moments I thought about my friends who left me alone.I talked to another friend to feel good.Thank you sweet friend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I utilized MP3 facility of Express Music phone....I wasn't able to decide which kinda music shall I listen then..When i am unsure i play some songs randomly for a while and not the whole song..Let me show you some songs and the reaction to it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Masakali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(from Delhi 6) -being a new song,it caught my attention at present.I was bit trying to dance like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abhy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; follows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sonam's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; steps while she is dancing:sigh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tumhari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;baatein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..reminded me of my past when we used to talk a lot and it wouldn't end somehow..But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tinka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tinka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..I was like flying my arms and feel like I am a fairy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I am 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;d)Soldier-My man has to be strong enough to be my soldier..Need I explain anymore..Please don't tell me I need a bodyguard..I don't bodyguard:neutral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e)Ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nachle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; track which makes me go foot tapping any time..Yeah I was tapping my boots(heels one not pencils heels though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;f)My heart is beating-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for someone special:)Am waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;g)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Laung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gawacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; if you not aware:p I was like tapping my nose a bit while listening this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mujhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ghajini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)-again reminded of the pain and I go numb to it..I thought of him and missed those moments..Then I spotted a cute guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; of me and I forgot everything..Lols...Its not easy to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-learn something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kabhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kabhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Aditi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-this makes me feel special as if someone is trying to cheer me up and I smile up easily....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;j)Desi girl-started foot tapping again....My boots are enough to kill anyone:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;k)Jag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Soona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Laage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-yeah mere jag me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tanhaayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ..but I am happy:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Yehi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Pyaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-I wish you could understand my love for you but you can't...And I ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;any  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Akshaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to wait for too long for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I guess I didn't bored you with this stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I got out of metro and finished my chocolate bar...I never share that and luckily didn't had anyone to snatch that from me..Anyways that brownie caught my attention.. I got that warmed and added chocolate sauce..Another heavenly dessert ....I was sinfully happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I roamed in the markets near my class premise and then attended the class..It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; nice day ..I  made some new friends and we had some fun moments while practising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;GDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..Never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;GDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; are so much fun:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; all what I wanted to say about this day..Thanks to my idiot friends to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cancel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; their programmes(smirk)..Thank You God .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank you readers for reading this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-7104499471455971003?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7104499471455971003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1.Read at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2.There is nothing for you to enjoy in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3.I don't wish to answer your queries regarding my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4.I don't expect anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My eyes are wet yet tearless because my tears are defying the gravity.Lips are neither smiling nor  frown.Face is too numb to react.Neither I like your company nor mine.I let the wind touch my hair and kiss my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I really don't know where i lost my smile.But this seems difficult time for the time being and people around me.When I used to inspire others to smile and I have lost this asset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The problem is how to recover my smile,a curve that used to set  up everything alright.It gives me strange blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is not what I wish to blog but there is something that is unsaid and probably it can't be expressed in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7039166339282452377-7016220062289536511?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7016220062289536511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=7016220062289536511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/7016220062289536511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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common sight on Diwali:)&lt;br /&gt;But what thought comes to your mind while lighting the candle?Don't you wish that wind shouldn't be able blow it.&lt;br /&gt;I too thought the same.Then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; that my goals and my dreams are like this candle.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many obstacles that you always need to protect them.One should live up one's dreams.You have to provide good care of them.Provide good cover to them.&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams need not get assent from others.Your dreams are your children.You have to be parent your dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;Now see,is there any difference between goals and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are your destination where you want to be and goal is the mode of transport to reach thee destination.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and keep your the light of your dream burning till you achieve it finally:)&lt;br /&gt;I hope all this is not something we know but always tend to forget it and we don't give it the care needed.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless !!!!!&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/7039166339282452377-2809394338411850852?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2809394338411850852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=2809394338411850852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2809394338411850852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2809394338411850852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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if she hadn't met that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She likes to keep her life an open book but she never follows anyone. She believes in herself and always follows her heart and not anyone else. She may take advice from her friends but she always does what she feels like doing even if that is wrong. At least then she won't have to blame anyone for anything. I admire this about her but  I think she should follow more of her mind than heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She is an angel who spreads love and happiness everywhere she goes.She has changed the life of her friends by caring for them a lot. She has a sunshine and a very sweet smile that melts the heart of onlookers. She has the real meaning of love to people around her. But when love knocked at her door, she didn't unlock her heart. I really wish her to be happy always with the one who loves her the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then one day a stranger entered in her life through her blog.A complete stranger .But for him a post was enough to know her. Wonder how he managed to break the door and touch her heart. I swear its very difficult to please her.Well he is procrastinator by name and that too an ultimate one. But with that girl in his life,his tag is fading. I don't know whether if he is happy with this or not. But this is good for him. He never delays anything concerning her and is her real well wisher .He is the bravo but you know her. She won't open the door so easily.That's her condition. He is so caring that he never lets her waste single second and is ready to sacrifice for her career and life but he can't think of losing her at all.I must say, he is a real gentleman.Isn't it?I thought real gentleman and heroes existed on screen only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;I don't know what to say more but what you suggest should happen next.What you suggest??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-8441662086039491636?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8441662086039491636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=8441662086039491636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/8441662086039491636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/8441662086039491636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-about-girl-and-her-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-9150253029583160966</id><published>2008-10-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:23:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Face glowing because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; facial therapy done.Nails neatly filed and painted.Eyebrows finely shaped.Hair being colored and styled.All this and more part of bridal preparations?No,its not necessary.Some indulge in these practices just to pamper oneself or maybe to please their partners.Well,I too indulged in those practices.Now you please stop wondering the reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I have observed a strange thing during these activities.There is some relationship between the length of hair and your sweetheart.Am I hearing words like idiot or stupid for myself?Please let me explain this first.As long as girls are in love/relationship,they don't mind pains of keeping long hair(if they have long hair).Mostly all guys love long hair of their girlfriends and they never allow to get hair being even trimmed.But if they broke up or are on the verge of break up,girls always firstly get the make over done  by getting hair shorter.The most common excuse is that difficulty of maintaining the long hair.Girls do that intentionally to hurt the guys.Now before the break up,wasn't that difficult to maintain the long length of hair.Now you won't call me crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;By the way,I am planning for getting my hair shorter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-There is no prize in guessing my relationship status.Prospective guys can file their nominations(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;).Just kidding...I am silly girl,don't remind me that.Take care!!!&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/7039166339282452377-9150253029583160966?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9150253029583160966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=9150253029583160966' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/9150253029583160966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/9150253029583160966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/strange-relationship.html' title='Strange Relationship'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-6960517266427587656</id><published>2008-08-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:34:38.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where To Look For Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is happiness?Where to look for it??Is it situational or always present and you need to realise it?A few words about happiness-&lt;br /&gt;"Well,my thought is that its a state of mind that decides in what mood  we.are.What thought we feed to our mind,its reflect our mood accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Find a quiet place and listen. It should be very quiet. The only sound you should hear is your heart beating. Listen. Peer deep down inside your heart. Do you see someone that holds a special place in your heart? Maybe they have always been there when you needed them; maybe they offered words of encouragement; taught you a lesson; comforted you when you were sick; praised you on your accomplishments. Make this their lucky day.You have the POWER to spread happiness. A quick note or a kind word is all it takes to bring a smile and lasting memory to someone very special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is not in our circumstances but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are."&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realise&lt;/span&gt; it,I have enlisted few steps for to feel happiness:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look for your mom.Lay your head in her lap and feel her pat on your head.This would definitely give you heavenly pleasure.I always forget my anxieties and tensions.....I feel sense of contentment and pure happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where ever you are,scan your faces around you.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kidding.Some people can really read your faces and there are times ,when strangers gesture you to smile (when you are sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try getting a brownie.Warm it and add sinful quantity of chocolate sauce over it.Sinful way to melt your heart.Please don't over indulge in it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go for massage or spa therapy for an relaxing and soothing experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pen down some of your childhood memories and see smile lightens up your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If possible,own a pet and spend sometime daily by talking to it.Believe me ,they do understand us very well.I love puppies and fish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get some "I-Time" .Lie down with no thoughts going on in mind ...Try not to move at all.Its good if catch some sleep in this mode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Switch off your mobile(Self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get in touch with your old friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Indulge in retail therapy(window shopping would do as well)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Experiment cooking a new dish or a dessert.Spread smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blog or try your hand at poetry.Its not that difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Participate in your hobby(mine is dancing anytime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do baby sitting or play with toddlers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Floral therapy-Decorate your home with flowers or let them adorn your hair.                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="searchauthor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7039166339282452377-6960517266427587656?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6960517266427587656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=6960517266427587656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/6960517266427587656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/6960517266427587656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-to-look-for-happiness.html' title='Where To Look For Happiness?'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-5690576299983662474</id><published>2008-07-31T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:27:46.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though I am not adventurous ,but when I got the opportunity  for it,I grabbed it with my both hands.Lats year when I was on vacation with my family,I was given choices  between boat ride and snorkeling to have the glimpse of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;correls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier,I was scary about going under the water and be spotted around the fish.How will I distinguish friendly fish among non friendly?Then I thought that it was first opportunity for me to go risky and adventurous.I was waiting for my chance then.I was looking at other fellows who were going and coming.The sight of their safe coming,gave me a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then i was collecting some sea shells.The variety of shapes and colors in sea shells always attract me to carry some with me.But I fell bad that creature under it,will become homeless because of me.How can be I so so cruel and rude to any living being?I put them back in the water again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last!!!My turn came.When I viewed the huge body of water ;I wondered how deep I will go and will I go   and touch the point where the river meets the sea.Silly me!!I think a lot and then curiosity is good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we(3fellow passengers,my dad and me) stood together and bonded by a common water tube that held us above water.My face was covered with oxygen mask and eye goggles.Then we started walking ahead.I was shocked when I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realising&lt;/span&gt; that I am no longer able to stand properly.Perhaps i was going deeper.It was like as if I have slipped the stairs and still gravitational force pulling me inside.Breathing through those pipes was very tough for me.I wanted to go back but if I would have asked for going back then others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could not&lt;/span&gt; continue either.&lt;br /&gt;But then my guide told me to float on the water.I got mad and was thinking is he crazy that am I light as a feather to float?As I tried moving my legs backward towards up,I felt like a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next task was to dive under the water and look for corals.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visibility&lt;/span&gt; was poor due to accumulation of rain water in the sea.Still I manged to go bit deep and have a look.The guide brought a corral for us to see.I was happy to see it and it gave me a sense of accomplishment that as if I had been to Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;correl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reef of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the sea shore was easier as I got comfortable in floating back.I had done it.I am thrilled and excited to see new side of my life.This being my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; activity will be remembered as fresh as ever.I am proud of myself.I am looking for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/7039166339282452377-5690576299983662474?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5690576299983662474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=5690576299983662474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/5690576299983662474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/5690576299983662474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-adventure.html' title='My First Adventure'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-2759044392104958447</id><published>2008-07-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:24:24.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W@Y Of LiFe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is not always as you want it to be.Sometimes,it is better or it may be be worse.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what we call A Way Of Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you love someone and your love is not always reciprocated.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; expecting something,life drops some surprises.Some are sweet while other are terrifying.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hurted&lt;/span&gt; ,you fell you are being wrongly punished for not doing anything wrong.But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; serves as a lesson to grow up stronger through pains.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you forgive someone for hurting you.Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter to everyone but that person still pelts stone at you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you lose your selfishness to become selfless;It again becomes difficult to become selfish again.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life yet so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are sad,nobody notices you.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you want that no one see you for instance at a date;then someone catch you red handed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are its too dark and lonely,suddenly your mobile lighten up either with a message or a call from our dear or near ones that you are not alone.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you dress up to look ordinary and you become the cynosure of all eyes.then you need a mirror to accept your beauty and your goodness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To the world you are one living creature but to one person you might mean the whole world.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you think you are getting upset,just tune in some music and start dancing to its tune.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;de stress&lt;/span&gt; yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it comes to relationships,never expect anything but always fulfill every expectation of the other person.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a way of life yet so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="234" height="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7039166339282452377-2759044392104958447?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2759044392104958447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=2759044392104958447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2759044392104958447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/2759044392104958447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/wy-of-life.html' title='W@Y Of LiFe'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-3243104436734336558</id><published>2008-07-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:26:15.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Versus Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes,I really wonder if there is some difference between the two.I believe strongly in friendship but about love,I amn't sure whether it exists or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As per my life experience,in place of love-infatuation,crushes and attraction  that occurs.What is love??According to Erich Sehgal "Love is never having to say you are sorry"(Love Story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many people believe in love and say that pairs are made in heaven.So how can Know who is  made for me?can I go to heaven and check my partner.No na.Then How can I believe in such things?Its not that I am against love.The matter of fact is that I await to experience it.I know I am asking for true love.I know thats quite difficult thing.I would rather say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"True love is like ghost heard by all but seen by few."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But still,I want to that few spieces that I want to go for difficult things.I think I will get it because of my positive attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But still there is so much confusions between friendship.I think love exist in friendship too.I have so many friends who are like my jewelery who adorn my life.i care for them so much that I don't need to determine my care for them.Isn't that love??Love exist in friendship too.Never ending love and care.Can't we say that is love and it is spread so widely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love isn't confined to your partner or spouse.But it is everywhere.It lies in every relation but its intensity is different.Its depend on how deeply attached you are to the person.I love some friends whom I just adore a lot.The geographical distance might be too much but they the distance between our hearts is nil.Even if I amn't in touch with them,they never feel that they are forgotten and not even me think I am lonely and forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;About the other love,I am still waiting for the right person at the right time and the right place.For the time moment,I have my hands full with my priorities of my life.But the search begins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="234" height="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166339282452377-3243104436734336558?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3243104436734336558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=3243104436734336558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3243104436734336558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3243104436734336558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-versus-love.html' title='Friendship Versus Love'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-7580437548155523265</id><published>2008-07-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:27:06.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beauty Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in mirror,I can some face Looking at me.Sometimes,I see innocence.Sometimes,I see innocence..Perhaps,I have beautiful hair.Or my eyes are quite deep.Am I really beautiful?Or am I in love?But there is no soul that can connect me in my heart.No one has wooed me yet.Then what is it?I don't know where to search for the answer.Do I really need love in my life?I need to figure out what makes me feel beautiful.Another question,how to do know this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That day,I was traveling in a three wheeler on a rainy day.Rain is enough reason for me to smile.Drops chatter and patter.I put my hand out to catch some drops.The look like a pearl to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways,the rear mirror caught my eyes.I was left wondering at my own sight.I was thinking who is this new girl in my face.Why I am looking different?What have I done to look different?The innocence at my face and have its own beauty to depict.Beauty is a weapon and Smile is its sword.So whats making my face prettier than before.I was just removing some dirt from my ear.This hided my pearl earring for a while.I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like my face without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,its my pearl top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; making me look good.Because its white and goes well along my fair face.Its simply beautifying my look.I love it.Now I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that pearl is my beauty charm if not lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. 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href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-beauty-charm.html' title='My Beauty Charm'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-4363546041090381222</id><published>2008-07-10T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:30:07.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have this habit of reading my horoscope in my newspaper.It happened a day when my telecast read that I was required to be to kind and polite to strangers.Wow.Am I meet my prince dearest today??How would I recognize him?Where would i meet him??Would he approach me first or I will have to approach?"Jaane woh kaisa hoga re??"Will I have to wait for me him at metro station??Or he would he lend me his hand while me chasing metro ala DDLJ style??I was daydreaming and my mom pulled me by arm and scolded me sapne dekhna band kar aur zamin pe aaja.I was like shocked haven't I been in a metro with my prince???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;15:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After my lunch,I got ready for my classes.I was at my best(blush).I brushed my hair open and walked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;15:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was listening "kahin to hogi vo" and imagined someone singing it for me.I smiled and when I  was smiling,some people around me returned smile.I was scared itne buddhe log mujhe kyun smiling??I am waiting for some one else.Huh.I ran away from that place and reached the station to catch the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was looking all the guys if I like anyone from them(sigh).Koi pasand nahin aaya usme se.I didnt lost hope because the day isnt over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I board the train to Kashmere Gate.Where to look for him??Do I have to roam around in this congested metro or would reach me himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earlier,I used to read a book or text all the time in metro.Now I was listening latest tracks and looking here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I reached Kashmere gate.Will he be following the same route as me??Will he walk to me himself?Will he meet me at exit of metro station??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many questions with answers known to God.Where will I go?Anyways,I can't waste my time waiting(I hate waiting).I still browse through all the faces.No one comes to claim my prize(according to my scope).I carry on and board the next metro to Rajiv Chowk...I wait some time till I amnt late for my class.I spotted a cute guy with innocence on his face.But then,I amnt in bad luck,his girlfriend is holding his hand(I wish I know some abuses to abuse that girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I have to hop on another metro to reach a station.I have a class to attend.Two hours of non stop class.My class lacks that kinda smarty I am looking for.But,There are say around for around 50 guys in institute premises,this World is full of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;19.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Atlast class is over,I am to follow same metro to go home.This time,I amn't looking for that stranger(: x).I am reading a novel and humming song that is being played in my ears through my mp3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people come and just peep a bit to read a title of my book or peek a boo in it.I think can they read the whole book by catching few words like they peep in as if looking for a treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I overhear some whispers and laugh on me or my book.I dont understand whats the hell wrong with people.Have I committed a crime if I am reading a romantic novel"Love Story" by Erich Sehgal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;19:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing significant happened meanwhile.Then another guy came and stood me.I thought he is the one.He was looking at me and me looking at him.I thought would he say something or not??I was flattered by his decent looks.And he got down from the next metro.:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;20:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I reached the desired station and now I had lost some hope of finding some one.I get down the station.As I was about to board feeder bus,I saw a familiar face.I had to ponder too much to think where have I seen him before?He too was amused by the way I was gazing him and not been able to recognize him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;20:04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A minute passed thinking.Then he approached me and he said "hi shruti".I was dumbfounded that how he know my name.I was still scared to react then,he told me he was my senior in my school.He knew me because he had crush on me.I was to faint now.Someone had crush on me?Anyways,then I was so busy blabbering with him,that I didnt knew how my time passed so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;20:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A call from home.I forgot that I have worrisome parents.I had to leave him in some hurry.I was rushing that he gave me his no. and I couldn't give mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot that I finally met a stranger.Thank to that astrologer.Now don't ask who was he or any other personal questions.Read the blog and leave comment please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. 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text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                          &lt;span&gt;Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-To see how deep my mind can go in short time.Not every dumbo is exactly a dumbo.You never know how smart a person is...:wink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Instruments Required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-A non working or not so intelligent brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listing down my hobbies in a slam book,I wrote reading as one of the hobby.Then I was thinking what exactly I like to read-a novel or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; book or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;self help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; book or comics or stories(not to mention my course books-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  &gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; not a hobby).&lt;br /&gt;Stories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  &gt;ahaaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; that reminds me that my life consists of so many stories.Don't be ridiculous.Every relationship is like a story untold to others.Likewise,My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; with each of my friend has a its story.Hey.don't remind me that I have stolen this dialogue from movie "Hum Tum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stories had d starting and happy ending and some started badly.Sadly few stories have ended and some have caught the grip again.Some are really beautiful that I have met my angel in one of them.I have some jewels priceless like pearls who adorn my life.A quote comes to my mind while thinking about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Relationships of all kinds are like sand held in your hand.Held loosely,with an open hand and squeeze tightly to hold on,the sand trickles through your fingers.You may hold on some of it,but most of it will be spilled.A relationship is like that.Held loosely ,with respect and freedom for the other person,it is likely to remain intact.But held too possessively &amp;amp; the relationship slips away &amp;amp; is lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my life time till the date ,I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;innumerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; people who have changed me or influenced my life somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Some people come into our lives &amp;amp; quickly go.Some stay for a while &amp;amp; leave footprints on our heart &amp;amp; we are never,ever the same ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just like Emperor Akbar's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  &gt;NavRatnas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,I too have my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;Ratnas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.Just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  &gt;Ratnas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ,they have distinct names &amp;amp;  properties .These are as follows(in alphabetical order,no rankings)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  &gt;Accenture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;07(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  &gt;vipul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost thing about him is he is an extrovert.He speaks too much but don't talk rubbish.Earlier,I thought he is very boring(hey please,don't kill me for my honesty) and he might had been an Interviewer in his last life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  &gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; time proved me wrong.I was supposed to meet him at PG meet but met him later at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  &gt;Quant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; workshop.Lols.Even before meeting,we became good friends that he encouraged me to leave my Introvert nature and come out of my shell.Now I talk too much and irritate him(I think he gets irritated but he don't show it) .In short he is a "friend in need is a friend indeed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  &gt;Diablo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  &gt;Saahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same case.First impression is the last 1 went wrong.I still laugh when I look back at how he welcomed(ragged)me when I newly joined a public forum.I am happy for him he converted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  &gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Shillong.When I met him,he seems to be a decent personality with down to earth nature.He cracks jokes but not at someone.Before he left,I came to know him better.He guided me a lot for all cases whether its my blog or cat or even my fights with my friends.Very sweet friend.He understands me well.I too don't know whats that in him which makes me trust him blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  &gt;Egonomist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  &gt;Wewake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to know me at first instance while chatting on a forum.He associated my personality with "Morose &amp;amp; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  &gt;Violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"..This phrase has a beautiful and deep meaning behind it..Some intelligent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  &gt;species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; can understand only.He don't mind my tantrums.hehehe...We share the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  &gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; of reading books.He is regular to updates on my blogs and inspire me a lot to write more.He can make up a good counsellor or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  &gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.He is already nominated as A Community leader.I wish to be a leader like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  &gt;Haresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  &gt;mandani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  &gt;philanthropic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and friend for life.He is very caring &amp;amp; helpful person I have ever met.Some people don't want to show that they care but they really do.He comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  &gt;in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; category of people who can do anything for anyone.One of the greatest cook I have ever come across yet.Perfect house husband(I know you will kill me now)but I know truth is bitter...hehehe..lol.Selfless and the first philanthropist I have come across.I am running out words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  &gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  &gt;Abhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  &gt;aur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"  &gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; spam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"  &gt;karna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  &gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:wink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"  &gt;MumZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  &gt;Mamta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case of first impression &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"  &gt;went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; wrong &amp;amp; that too because I thought she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"  &gt;proudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and another typical Delhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"  &gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.It was at the end of our classes when we kept in touch and came to know each other well.I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"  &gt;realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; she likes my company and treats me like her younger sister.She is very matured &amp;amp; determined kinda girl that blackmailing don't melt her at all.One of the intelligent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"  &gt;spiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  in my world.Don't like my tantrums but still let me win the fights though.She cares a lot for me and knows what I like in type of food or dress .My Best friend.Though I annoy her a lot and she loses temper then but she cools down soon too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"  &gt;Mukul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Hacker &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"  &gt;Researcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him through my parents in Singapore.My father's  friend's son.Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"  &gt;talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and homesick at that time.I was as usual shy and reserved because I never thought that I would be able to keep in touch with him after my trip in Singapore.But then for reasons,my dad gave me his contact details(he was hoping that the communication might be over after the work).Though I was also thinking that it might be over like this but time proved me wrong.As i came to know him,he is very decent guy.He is like my mentor and pampers me a lot.He gave me so many lessons of life that I really don't know how to pay him tribute for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"  &gt;Prerna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Senior.True friend in my college.Now her days are over and college would look empty without her presence.We both are photogenic and love giggling.It was her trust in me that made me bonded with her well.A go-getter.Scolds me when I even shed a tear.Another thing common between us is that we love dancing and are great dancers and big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  &gt;foodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; too.I miss dose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"  &gt;mo mos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  &gt;that we ate on my birthday.But madam ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"  &gt;mujhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; barf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"  &gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"  &gt;gola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"  &gt;chuski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"  &gt;nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"  &gt;khane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"  &gt;deti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"  &gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.I remember that day @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"  &gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fest ,she threw it forcibly from my hands.I will miss you in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"  &gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"  &gt;Khanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"  &gt;budhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"  &gt;lalluest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; student in the best college of I.P.University.Don't know how he came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"  &gt;across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; my profile on Orkut &amp;amp; why I was an idiot to accept without having any valid reasons for the same.But now I am happy with my mistake.lols.Bacha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"  &gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"  &gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"  &gt;Ladkiyaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"  &gt;chedta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"  &gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"  &gt;sirf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"  &gt;dekhta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; hai.hehehe..But he is true hearted and genuine person.Blackmailing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"  &gt;bahut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"  &gt;achi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"  &gt;aati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"  &gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"  &gt;inko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.He gets angry when I even frown and if I do any mischief or shed a tear,he scolds me a lot.Don't forget me,Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"  &gt;Khaaana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"  &gt;Rishabh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met through a mutual friend on Orkut.Friend for friend and enemy for enemy.Quite stylish.Keep on experimenting new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"  &gt;hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; or wardrobe.Seems to be ATTITUDE guy but He IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"  &gt;NT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.He is a night bird(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"  &gt;ullu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;).You can call him or text him anytime on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"  &gt;Hot line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; no.lols.Deep thinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"  &gt;Analyses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the situation very well before coming to solution.He don't know how to say No to me for anything.Fastest text replier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss those I have loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful to them for having them in my life.The gratitude has finally conquered the loss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just imagine I was filling up a slam book and I have reached so far.If I continued like this how much time would take filling a slam book.You(readers)  can resume back to your work and I continue mine.Thank you for wasting your idle/precious time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result-&lt;br /&gt;a)Don't think too much while filing a slam book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Preserve time &amp;amp; mind from jumping from one thought to another so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)Such deep thinking can be good &amp;amp; sometimes it can cost too much time(like here-such a long blog:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)Let your friends know what are your thoughts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e)Get their consent before writing about them which I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"  &gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f)Friends have Supreme Importance over boyfriend.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. 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font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;In my daily life,I introspect somethings small or big.For instance ,if I am on road,I read the registration nos of cars and bikes that I see.So if I see a familiar no.,the I get cautious.I must say girls should be like me.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uff&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;karne&lt;/span&gt; lag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ayi&lt;/span&gt; main.Main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;.Anyways,I wanna share something with ya all.I have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; of stepping out of home usually late evenings unless there is no class or some work.I walk out and visit mall few meters away from my home or maybe a nearby place(Sorry,can't mention anything about the place)Hey!don't lose temper,I have something interesting to share .But please keep patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I see a guy there who too frequents that place at that time.At first sight,he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; gave me much attention but I liked the innocence of his face and his rascal kinda smile.He and his younger bro(or maybe his twin) look similar that I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;distinguis&lt;/span&gt;h between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;waala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;banda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;uska&lt;/span&gt; bhai..Lols..Then later on,I too stopped giving him attention.Seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amn't&lt;/span&gt; paying any heed to him,he felt bad.Then I saw him regular at the place(was it some coincidence but that too don't occur to frequently or is he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;banda&lt;/span&gt;).Oh!my God I wondered what happened to him now.He would come,smile and wait for me to pay him some attention.It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;continued for&lt;/span&gt; a few months that he would just smile to me and say nothing.Then I thought that he comes for some other purpose and not for me.On my later visits,he started following me on his bike when I used to walk back home.I had to think again what the hell he wants from me.I noticed(through his body language) his eagerness to speak to me something.Even his bro or friend who used to accompany him on the bike used to encourage him to speak.This continued for sometime and I thought to tell him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Fattu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jaisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;darpok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;apni&lt;/span&gt; life me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kabhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nahin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dekha&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dropped his thoughts from my mind then to recycle them.I used to laugh on him for wasting the cost of fuel for running his bike.Because the purpose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yet accomplished.Sometime back,I came across the news that price of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;petroleum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has increased now.Poor guy..But with the increase in price,he stopped following on his bike.I really pity on him...But this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;iscouraged him to come to that place.Again he come and smile at me.When I leave,he don't have the guts to match my steps.Really a poor guy.He needs lessons and training on how to start a conversation with a beautiful girl(like me obviously).Any volunteer for the same.I would wait for the reply.Please write back to me,if you interested in taking his classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching this space for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I forgot to tell you that he visited the lanes of my home on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and by chance I was standing in my terrace.Fir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mushkuraya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fatttu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="234" height="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7039166339282452377-3493625148198142034?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3493625148198142034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=3493625148198142034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3493625148198142034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/3493625148198142034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-my-daily-lifei-introspect-somethings.html' title='Sweet Nothings!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-8377203167056588429</id><published>2008-07-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:39:57.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You KNow Why??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you  know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you have made my World so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why  I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;because you kiss away my blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know  why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;because you are the rose of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you  know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are the breath of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you  know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are the heartbeat of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because your hugs are warm enough to keep off winters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are the world to me and not a person of a world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are the guiding star of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are God's present to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you understand me without listening any sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are a ray of hope for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you  know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because I pray for your dreams to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are the one with whom I wanna share my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you  know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because you are my better half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know why I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because I wanna know why I love me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="234" border="0" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7039166339282452377-8377203167056588429?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8377203167056588429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=8377203167056588429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/8377203167056588429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/8377203167056588429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-why.html' title='Do You KNow Why??'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-1528113767985691869</id><published>2008-07-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:21:44.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is thing is a small gift to my friends ....I know this is quiet childish 1 but I wrote this three years back..Just to say Thanks to all my friends..Each and everyone who have been a part of my life even though for a short time...Every moment has been full of life for me with you friends....Cheers to all my friends..Here I present a small poem for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; laugh even if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need is friend indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Friend is a person by whom our wounds are healed,&lt;br /&gt;A friend with whom secrets are shared&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; each other's feelings are shared.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to God's precious gift&lt;br /&gt;of a person who rises our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a star who always shine&lt;br /&gt;in the sweet little heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Friend is like a jewel,&lt;br /&gt;who adds value to our life.&lt;br /&gt;Life without friend is just like,&lt;br /&gt;a SUN without any warmth &amp;amp; light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends ,I leave this poem to you..I have wish that who all visit my this poem and if you consider me as your buddy,so please leave your footprints for me.I hope you are smart enough to understand what I say.I would love cherish them forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.-na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;samjhane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bhasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kehti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;likh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I expect this much from you...take care..long live our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="234" height="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7039166339282452377-1528113767985691869?l=shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1528113767985691869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166339282452377&amp;postID=1528113767985691869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1528113767985691869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166339282452377/posts/default/1528113767985691869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-1998652915784706170</id><published>2008-06-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:21:04.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels-do they exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; reading "the Valkyries by Paulo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;..I must say all self help books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; same though most of them find these books boring.Anyways I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; here to discuss this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After reading it,I  asked myself do angels really exist or the author had used some imaginations to create the existence of angels.Whether I need an angel for myself or belief in the presence of God is enough?And if angels exist,how can I see one?Or can I say my special friends as an angel?What is the purpose of angels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think  really have more than 1 angel.I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; know whether i can call my friend an angel or not.But why bother on what others would say or think about it.Its my life and I have my own principles.Being a hardcore Aries,I am the leader who follows own principles.Anyways,there is 1 buddy of mine who is entitled to be called as "My Angel" and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; disclose his/her name here(I am possessive about the angel and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; let it go from my life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Here goes my journey about the angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I guess I can share that I met my friend on public forum that I joined just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; that I came across its website at a Quiz competition.First  I talked to him at the forum.Believe me not always the first impression the last one.He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; at his decent best when I talked to him always in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; for stupid jokes on me and leg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pulling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.I came to know being a fresher always attract ragging.Never mind,I talked to everyone to acknowledge myself with others.Then I started talking to him and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; that bad guy.Then I got an opportunity to meet him .He was really a decent guy I have ever came across.He is a sweet guy who knows is quiet courteous and very much decent.He found me sweet too but I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; just because of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tag line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "sweet".I was also curious to know about what he thinks of me.I just thought him to categorise him in good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No other thought,but is true that if friendship is true,distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; matters.After a single meet,we kept in touch through mobile.He has been selfless person and always there for me.I used to talk to him very late at night or you can very early morning.He never minds my stupid jokes and me talking like an idiot.Sometimes we can say that love exists in friendship too.Love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; always between the lovers(I hate the term boyfriend and girlfriend).This love means caring for your friend endlessly.I have a good circle of friends but I have never been myself with anyone else.But with him,I don't know what clicked me or what attracted me to trust him blindly.Though I have a bitter past behind me,that made me not to trust anyone.Even if I trust someone and get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ,I can forgive and forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anyways ,I dun think I went wrong with the beginning.I got my answer that my angel is with me.Maybe God wanted to send it at the right time and at the right place...(hehehe.public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;---right place).I would pray God to protect my angel and keep him happy always.I wish good luck for future to my angel.Always be there for me otherwise I would pull your ears down.Miss Ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hamesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. 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type='text/html' href='http://shruti-meandmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/angel-do-they-exist.html' title='Angels-do they exist?'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398292167744629321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166339282452377.post-5791739921321061277</id><published>2008-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:19:15.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange $mile-but definitely a Lovely One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My smile has an infection to spread,catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My eyes has a  word to say,understand them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My hair has a style to show,see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My cheeck has an emotion to express ,feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The beauty of my face has it own language,decode it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Perhaps,my silence is powerful than my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes even strangers get it more clearly than my loved ones.I know that stranger thing sounds strange but you know what I am a strange blogger too that strange things happen to me in this strange world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ahaan...Strange reminds me of strange incidents of my life.One of the incident happened few months back.I was on way to home from the heart of Delhi.At a traffic stop,there was a temple on the side.Being a pride Hindu,I made a religous gesture that is a communication between the Lord and me.I was unaware that I was being watched by someone in a Quallis ahead me.That guy smiled at me.I was confused whether it was to poke a laugh at me or a sign of appreciation.This Question arose and went to recycle bin because I knew that I can't get its absolute answer.I tried to divert my mind to some other thought just like a monkey jump from one tree to another if it is unable to get something from one tree.So mind jumped to another tree of thought but my eyes were on that tree only.Ironically that car was ahead me for a while .First i thought to give that guy a nasty stare but my mood was already gloomy,so i could not do that.Perhaps he understood I amnt fine so he again smiled and gestured  to ask  why I stopped smiling.His concern for me made me smile  as I keep on forgetting that I have an infectious and beautiful smile.This really melted my heart and made me relish the goodness of human nature.I realished I have a beautiful smile and I should not forget smiling.Though  it doesnt sound a special  thing but to me it meant a lot.A moment of smile washes the thought of sorrows to the recycle  bin of mind of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Another  similar sort of incident occurred when I was with my family at a bakery.But I was very upset at that time.Even the sight of chocolates couldnt please me at that time.My parents bought a chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="shout762326"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mousse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; despite my big "No" tantrums.I ate it and spat it outand spoke rubbish about it  infront of the cashier.He kept his cool and asked to take something else.He could have lost his peace of mind when I misbehaved like this.Instead he  animatedly asked me to smile(this moment wasnt foreseen by by anyone except he and me).I was really moved by his gestureand felt some peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I thanked God for sending such angelic souls on the Earth to spread smile..Given a chance I would like to thank these persons verbally.But I guess I have done this already though internally.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_212JHX1KSwk/R9FmWnMAcaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/iZ6Wy1PHZlU/s320/baby3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175029985487909282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beauty is power ,smile is its sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile is a priceless gift by the Mighty Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The beauty of a real smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cant be described in just a mere mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It accrues joys &amp;amp; happiness for more than a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chastity of a smile is much more than beauty of moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since it blesses us with a divine boon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A smile you wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brings your dear ones near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile is a sign of bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which is as sensuous as an innocent kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile is as rich as fine wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as it washes away our saturnine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An exquisite smile has a magical effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that can abrade all kinds of defects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-pu-234x16.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. 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