<?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-12393373</id><updated>2011-09-17T05:37:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My soul speaks</title><subtitle type='html'>"Let your heart guide you, It whispers,
     Listen to it..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-113181430167622421</id><published>2005-11-12T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:07:16.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyeee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/walkinggg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/walkinggg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well the title sounds true n heart wrenching for me...GOODBYE.. well...im closing this blog..i.e im not blogging anymore...ofcourse this decision was not a lonngg thought one..was taken in a very short time n i dont want to think much abt my decision ..as it reallly hurts very very badly...this decision is taken purely for personal reasons...so sorry not disclosing any of them here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Pondering%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in this blog world i have made quite a good number of sweet frnds...n thank u all for being there for me wenever i was low by making their presence felt in comments section n giving me support .....n this frndship will be maintained n i will surely check all ur blogs n will do comment ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to this blogging ..n this has made some relationships very strong (which i felt but i was wrong) n sometimes it badly hurts when things dont go the way we think ..but no regrets n no complaints against aybody ...not even God this time .... sometimes i do misunderstand the intentions or is it that ppl take advantage of my frndship...well tht is wat i dunno...i guess as im ending my blog it also ends a relation with it ...ok...now let me stop this crap here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/tear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...me still a strong gal who wud dare to confront n face all situations n difficulties of life...just that i need to be more careful in choosing my frnds n shudnt be too close to anybody who comes my way without any proper thinking...well this time my bro was right....n i just hope my bro (rasesh) is always there for me ...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/highway%202.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways long long way to go in life...n secure much more valuable n precious things n make a mark of myself in this materialised world...n there is always a dawn for a new beginning ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Melbourne%20Beach%20Sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wud like to end this post n this blog by one very true saying :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Use memories, but do not allow them to use u...using memories is creativity, allowing them to use u is self-victimization..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-113181430167622421?l=pinkcy.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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-113120533974407116</id><published>2005-11-05T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T07:44:42.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>liked this pic n so adding two lines which i wrote some weeks back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the dreary thoughts camouflage my clear mind...&lt;br /&gt;the coercive power spins my heart....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-113120533974407116?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-113102185292873361</id><published>2005-11-03T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T04:48:30.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes u happy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/Pravs_J___What_Makes_You_Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Pravs_J___What_Makes_You_Happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-113102185292873361?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/113102185292873361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=113102185292873361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/113102185292873361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/113102185292873361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-makes-u-happy.html' title='What makes u happy..'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-113025494940330046</id><published>2005-10-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:42:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back....but for short period</title><content type='html'>Last week has been the most busiest week ...was quite busy as we had &lt;strong&gt;"Sanskriti" &lt;/strong&gt;our Annual b-skool fest...it was rocking n awesome ...superbly organised by seniors n we juniors too worked on it....got a damn good feedback ...so the burden is even more on our(juniors)  as we got to organise it next yr too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two girls frm delhi came to our fest to participate in Shabd Sagar (paper presentation contest in Sanskriti)...n one of their classmate is my engg frnd...n ten days back wen i met neelu , he (neelu's bf) tld abt his classmates coming for the fest...n they made a good paper presentation n they won the first prize cash prize (15k) btw they planned to stay for one more day to check out the city , as one was a northie who was excited to come to south for the first time ....so i had to plan out so tht i can take them for a city tour ....woow it was amazing to chill out with new frnds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Charminar, chudi bazaar, Imax, Eat street (they loved the place), n by the time we went to Eat street the weather was awesome with sweet cool breeze...n then they bought some pearls n saris for their mothers n then had Bawaarchi biryani n then Westside, kalanjali, then in the evening went to Birla mandir...n finally they took G.Pulla reddy sweets to their frnds in delhi.....overall it was a gr88 day to njoy ...they loved it ...as they kept on saying tht their visit was an excellent one ..n they thanked me like hell...they went on n on ...but then sometimes made me feel soo shy ...(i dunno why)...they made me promise to them tht im gonna visit delhi in this 2yrs n im gonna stay with them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just one day (not even one full day ) which made me soo close to them...all 3 were talking n behaving as if we knew since many days....infact my classmates were wondering whether i knew them before hand...but infact it was just few hrs back i met them...had loads of fun....then they had to leave to delhi n the first n last time we hugged each other as they were leaving the next day ...godd tht moment was soo touching ..as we are not sure tht we may meet again in life or not.....but hope so atleast we meet for our weddings atleast....but yes we promised tht we shall keep in touch thru mails n offlines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole week was soo busy n busy with tht i hardly found time to talk to even my parents...wud come home by 9:30 or 10 in the nite n leave in the morning by 8 ...n btw i had to finish up soo many other things..n finally 2day all my projects have finished n shud start preparing for my exams ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-113025494940330046?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/113025494940330046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=113025494940330046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/113025494940330046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/113025494940330046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-backbut-for-short-period.html' title='im back....but for short period'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112965178848451833</id><published>2005-10-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:09:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loved these pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/red%20tulip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/red%20tulip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved these pics...n red being one of my fav color...the above pic is very vibrant....n i loveeee soft toys n this is a cuty teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/teddy%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/teddy%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm my exmas r nearing so i guess i will blog after few days only...but i will miss my blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112965178848451833?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112965178848451833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112965178848451833&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112965178848451833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112965178848451833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/loved-these-pics.html' title='loved these pics...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112957128268642372</id><published>2005-10-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:45:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother...</title><content type='html'>When college started i thought dhanu wud become a good frnd of Rasesh as hit tld abt him to her....but then one never knows wats in store for us n who becomes a part of ur life...In the first two classes girls weren't interacting with boys n vice-versa, so seniors asked us to mingle , n we thought of picking up 4 girls n 4 boys (using random chit method) n later boys were talking only with girls n after a week or so they were talking to their frnds who were boys...as they completely forgot tht they even have to speak to their classmates who were boys too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n rasesh were in a team n started sitting adjacent...n i dunno how i became so close to him...he takes care of me like a own brother does...though im older to him but he behaves so maturely , such a stable mind person ...i never thought just within a span of 1 to 2 months wud make him one of my best frnd ...i cudn't have asked any better person other than Rasesh as my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenever it gets late in college, he makes sure tht i reach home safely n i shud msg him so tht he knows i reached home...n wenever im feeling low he recognises it very well...n ofocurse makes it a point tht i let out all my feelings n be back to normal again...n he advises too on any issue whether im thinking too much abt anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n how can i forget tht i fight with him - a hell...atleast once in a day i need to fight with him ..but then very soon we forgive each other as he pretty well knows tht i cant live without talking to him...(for tht matter i cant live without my best frnds)..n he keeps teasing me n sometimes irritating me, but i dont mind at all... n im no less...even i trouble him a lottt...the best part is his voice...he is got MACHO voice , very loud, very prominent n one can recognise where he is only thru his voice, n even i have got loud voice...i shout a lott...sometimes i speak softly but most of the time i talk loud ...even my tenents can hear wen i speak over my cell...(thts embarrasing sometimes)...n if me n my bro r together talking then whole of Hyd can hear tht....so especially in french class we dont sit beside each other as he's got a veryyyyyyyy good impression on tht sir n somehow in every class he has to get one warning...poor fellow wen he doesnt do anything ..still he is caught.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is : he is 6.3' n im 5.2' in height ....i look soo short in front of him which i hate :(((never mind , he is a very sweet person who is soo caring abt me....n yes even im very possessive abt my bro..nobody shud tell anything to him, i will never tolerate tht ....n he is also a gujju (like jigna) i dunno there is some mystical connection with gujarati culture n me....i love gujju culture, food, i even learnt the lang...(though only little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the eldest in my whole khandan , as dad is a single child n mom being eldest , though they had cousins but bcoz of dad's transferrable job , i was never really close to any of my cousins...only tht i remember is i used to njoy playing with my cousins only till 5th standard..thts it ..after tht i used to longgg to play n njoy with cousins...so most of my time wud be with frnds so frnds have become a integral part of my life...n now im soo happy to find a brother like Rasesh...n i wish i get a partner who is mature n who has lotssss of cousins so tht atleast after 2 yrs i can njoy by going out n having pani-puri n play in the rain along with them...i love playing in the rain with children ....i crave all tht sweet simple things...ok enuf of my stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....thank u god for making me meet Rasesh...though i fight with him , he doesnt mind n i dotn mind ....we r still best frnds n my sweetttt brother....i like u a lottttttttt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112957128268642372?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112957128268642372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112957128268642372&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112957128268642372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112957128268642372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-brother.html' title='My Brother...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112944165658004361</id><published>2005-10-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T05:57:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One phone call....</title><content type='html'>I have njoyed my holidays meeting most of my frnds ...n then back to routine ..college life..n i promised one of my engg frnd tht i wud meet her but somehow things were not working ..but finally yesterday after college, went to her place n as usual she pestered me for staying back at her place n luckily mom agreed (tht is the reason i guess it was raining sooo heavily here) ...had lotss to talk ...n we went on till late mid-nite....as its been months i didnt see her....n was waiting to hear her dramatic love story (thank god parents agreed fianlly n she was happy) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up late but the prev nite i tld my mom tht im gonna come early ..but cudn't get up n 2day being sunday , thought even mom-dad wud get up late so didnt call up ...n for heavens sake its not night , its day time now n i can come safely....just bcoz i didnt give one call they were pissed...n angry...tht i die to call up frm my cell....arrey anywasy i'll come home directly , i wont go anywhere...n after a long time i didnt had classes today (sunday ) so obviously was in a mood to get up late ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad thinks im "THE MOST STINGIEST PERSON" on this earth (especially with regard to my cell)....if he is a spend-thrift n i dont spend like him n i do think twice b4 spending...its not my problem....agreed i dont call up anybody frm my cell....my sis keeps saying tht even if im dying i wont call,, i will still give a missed call....(she says it in a lighter sense ofcourse) ...but im not sooo stingy tht i wont call up my parents,....i call up very few ppl (to be precise :my parents &amp;amp; my best frnd) thts it...n if any thing very urgent then i make a call.....but 2day i thought anyways everybody will get up late n i will come directly to home so y to call up ...n they were like y didnt u call up n say tht i'll come late..( its just 10:30 in the morning)....damned im not a kid...im a grown up girl who can take care of herself ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soo happy tht i spoke to my best frnd...n met even my engg frnd...but always my happiness has to be tarnished in one way or the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont complain abt my parents...bcoz no matter wat i still love them n they love me, n anyday they will be my first priority...just tht sometimes they dont understand me....n being born as a girl sometimes badly pinches ....i will never keep too many restrictions on my daughter wen i become a mother....i will never do tht ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112944165658004361?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112944165658004361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112944165658004361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112944165658004361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112944165658004361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-phone-call.html' title='One phone call....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112886435940167446</id><published>2005-10-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:08:35.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...</title><content type='html'>Finally i have 5 days holidays in which already 2 r finished (with today's sun setting :( ...yesterday the whole day i spent just sleeping ..its been after ages i slept like tht n got up at 9 then again slept n got up at 3 in the afternoon..luckily nobody disturbed me...n was completely refreshed after tht, as my maasi was leaving 2day ..chatted with her n played with my bro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then all of sudden nani was not feeling well, i hope she regains her health , im a lot worried abt her as this is the first time she's got such bad fever n shivering...the whole night we cudn't sleep...God r u listening..i want my nani to be alright very soon...as i cant live without her n i cant see her suffering in pain like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 3 more days left, n i have lots of things to take care of, got to meet Jigna n play with the baby, n meet few more engg. frnds, n mail my frnds who r not here..n then back home got to spend time with my family (as my home has become second home n my college first home)..then i have to finish up 2 more projects too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got to clean my room as its the messiest room on this earth, n i got to adjust the channels on my tv as i dont like unorganised things n got to do little shopping... n btw i love this song "Chand chupa badal mein"...oooo i love tht lavender color chanya-choli of Ash....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112886435940167446?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112886435940167446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112886435940167446&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112886435940167446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112886435940167446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112861272859530126</id><published>2005-10-06T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:32:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My one act...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/clapping%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/clapping%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I along with my team members had to give a presentation the other day n topic being "Change Mgmt" ...4 of the team members made an excellent ppt n for a change we started our prest. with a story of "Who moved my Cheese"...the ppt was amazing....then wen i had to present my part i started n in btw as usual Sir had to interrupt ...n we were prepared for it...n he started asking questions n i was giving n i was pretty confident n then he asked "if he has to placate his students wat he shud improve on ..wat measures shud he take."...n my straight answer was "Sir plzz dont concentrate on few students...do concentrate on everybody in the class.." n sir was shocked to hear tht ..n everybody started clapping....goddd i nver expected it ....As this sir concentrates only very few ppl by taking their names n watever they say is divine....n everybody knew tht n all the students were somehow irritated with it...in one way or the other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the presentation everybody in the class were ..."Kya sahi boli..."..."gr8 thing u did by saying tht"..."straight on his face u tld".."gr8 man"....ooooo god ...i nver really expected tht this wud create such an uproar in the class....they were saying good daring act...by being soo frank n daring in the class ...without any hestitation n doubts ...u said watever was true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is fine n good but now im paying a price for it ...now every 2 mins he is taking by name n saying tht now u understand ....goddd..now i have to listen to his stupid class ...i cant even chat thru my cell nor talk....as he just teaches watever is there in the slides n gives some idiotic examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said our presentation was excellent ...as according to him we thought tht we shud beat kunal's prest( kunal is his fav stud.) ..but frankly we never had tht intention as we knew tht watever we present he will defiantely find faults n wud say tht it was ok types...but it turned the other way round . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows whether he is having any animosity 2wards me ..i hope he just wards away my comments..but im sure he will remember me...for pointing out soo frankly....but yes i dont regret a bit...bcoz i hardly care wat others think of me...as longg as i didnt do any mistake ...i need not give any body explanations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes one thing is "i always pay a price for being frank n true..." in any aspect of life...ppl start taking for granted ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112861272859530126?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112861272859530126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112861272859530126&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112861272859530126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112861272859530126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-one-act.html' title='My one act...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112818409922796811</id><published>2005-10-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:33:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/coffee_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/coffee_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually one day i was in good mood so dressed up very nicely n wore matching white pearl set (but i dotn like much of jewellery) ...n my classmates were teasing tht whether i was going on a date with someone...its just tht i was in gud mood n more so i was not feeling lazy n time was there to get ready properly....n i had classes frm 11:45 ...n i went early to college as i had to do few assignments...but somehow i felt like having ice-cream or cold coffee or some chocolate fudge at 11:15 n i had a class at 11:45 n IT sir is very punctual (even 2 mins late he will close the door n will not give attendance n shud miss the class) ...but i wanted to have ice-cream at any cost...n who else can take me other than my brother.....Rasesh ....he is veryyyy sweet bro....n padma came along with us...n dhanu,kp, n few others were busy doing the assignments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rasesh, me n padma went to CCD n had such an amazing chocolate sizzler (veryyyyyyyy HOT) n btw cold coffee....oooo tht was just awesome n amazing...mmmmmmmmmmmm..........then i had to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/sizzler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/sizzler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gulp the hot chocolate fast as time was running out n i didnt want to miss the class..so came back in a hurry ...n then all of them were asking as to where did i go...n as usual i cudnt lie to them n tld them tht i went to CCD n goddd one shud have seen my frnds faces...all turned RED....how cud i forget them atelast i shud have informed them...ya i agree i shud have...but i dunno somehow everybody were busy ...n i wanetd to have rt at tht moment...thts it.....(courtesy i dotn have patience soemtimes...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now everybody in the class knew tht we three went to CCD without telling anybody ...n the next day in CC class, sir was referring to goign out n having coffee, while giving some eg: ...n everybody were shouting "having coffee in CCD..." now its like even if i drink water in canteen ...my classmates say ooo drinking water ...not goign to CCD...anything comes ...they just have to add CCD...n wen i say im leaving ..they say..."wat going to CCD??" ....Goddddd give me a break...alright i agree i shud have said...but this is the first n last time yaar tht i went without telling anybody...now it has become or i shud say it is still goign around on everybody's mind..n they keep saying "ppl go to CCD only with selected ppl , without informing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didnt go with my bf ...i went with my brother n my classmate...(the main thing is how cud i go with padma ..who is just my classmate n i forgot both dhanu n kp....) n untill i take them to CCD next time they keep taunting me n pulling my leg....all of them r havign a whale of time teasing n taunting me..tht i forgot my close frnds....somehow any topic comes thry try to link it to CCD ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112818409922796811?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112818409922796811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112818409922796811&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112818409922796811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112818409922796811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ccd.html' title='CCD...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112775007027785860</id><published>2005-09-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:54:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new template</title><content type='html'>Me busy with college  n above tht feeling very tired by the time im back home...not finding time ...n longgg back i changed my poem blog's template n then later it was modified by chandajali (14 yr whizkid) ..the outcome was good ...thx to him to give a new look to my blog n me wrote some new poems which i posted on it too... here it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://randomscript.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random thoughts &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112775007027785860?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112775007027785860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112775007027785860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112775007027785860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112775007027785860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-template.html' title='new template'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112740066885770485</id><published>2005-09-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:51:08.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman</title><content type='html'>This is a mail i got which was sooo gud...abt Woman...its soo true ....n offlate even i realised though i appear cold-hearted sometimes, fight a lot (though not very seriously) n sometimes im aggressive,moody , yet im girl still....even i can cry &amp; laugh on silly things, love somebody care for somebody , no matter wat , i feel though girls can be modern by their lifestyle or dressing sense yet they still r emotional in one way or the other...n ofcoursee they r anyday special......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime.An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;br /&gt;Have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;And able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;Have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;br /&gt;Have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And she will do everything with only two hands."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;"Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model?&lt;br /&gt;That's too much work for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;But I won't," the Lord protested.&lt;br /&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick&lt;br /&gt;AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,&lt;br /&gt;"but I have also made her tough.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Not only will she be able to think,&lt;br /&gt;She will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman'scheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow,her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a genius, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And she is!&lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness,love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112740066885770485?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112740066885770485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112740066885770485&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112740066885770485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112740066885770485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112705396308070042</id><published>2005-09-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:56:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven things abt me.</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Bhavesh ...thought of writing it longg back but no time...just thought of writing it without reallly thinking much....so here it goes... n i have been tagged by vicky too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO B4 I DIE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fall in love (ofourse the commitment is a longterm ) n wanna go on a date (rt now) ...&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend time with children (i hope my would-be will have lottsssssssss of cousins)&lt;br /&gt;3) Take care of my parents n my loved ones till i die...&lt;br /&gt;4) Go on Trekking n on a longgg vacation do all the adventurous things !!!&lt;br /&gt;5) To b the best in watever i do....&lt;br /&gt;6) wanna go crazy with my cam. n to buy the best n costliest digi cam..&lt;br /&gt;7) to have control on my short tempered ness n to be less moody.....(hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) trouble n irritate my frnds...(im the silent mischief maker ;) )&lt;br /&gt;2) get impatient like hell ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) become tooo emotional (sometimes) tht i start feeling tht its getting on my nerves....&lt;br /&gt;4) Laugh n dance (wen im crazily happy for sweet silly things ) n also cry for no apparent reason...&lt;br /&gt;5) im Independent so i can do anything with my self-confidence ...&lt;br /&gt;6) I can dedicate all my life n love to the ppl whom i care ...n will support him/her watsoever ...&lt;br /&gt;7) (last not but not least.) Think n think n think which helps me take decisions reg. important issues... n one more is SLEEP N SLEEP ...i can sleep for hours ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY MOST :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just Get lost ...&lt;br /&gt;2) Shut up...&lt;br /&gt;3) Oh shit !!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Forget it...&lt;br /&gt;5) Dats Sexyyyyy!!!!(with reg to Cars n bikes)&lt;br /&gt;6) I dont care ...&lt;br /&gt;7) F off (i dont say it out, but just say it in my mind, wen im pissed off with someone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CANT DO :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i cant sit idle...(its the best punishment one can give me...)&lt;br /&gt;2) cant copy in exams (i know its the most pathetic thing...i tried my best but was not succeeded :(&lt;br /&gt;3) cant break a promise either made to God or to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop Dreaming....&lt;br /&gt;5) cant hide my emotions, n always give benefit of doubt to everyone ( i need to be diplomatic n learn the lang. of the world)&lt;br /&gt;6) cant flirt ....(im a very bad at flirting...)&lt;br /&gt;7) cant be without spending some lonely time all by myself...(i need it atleast once in 3 days or so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS THT ATTRACT ME TO D OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) good Sense of humour...(thts the best thing a man can have..)&lt;br /&gt;2) Frank n gentle nature (shud be very frank in his talk ...no pretensions )&lt;br /&gt;3) His height (atleast he shud be 6 feet tall) n shud be accompanied with a sexy bike..&lt;br /&gt;4) Proper dressing sense (not necessary to wear only branded ones but shud be neat )&lt;br /&gt;5) Shud respect women ...&lt;br /&gt;6) definately shud have a romantic side tooo...&lt;br /&gt;7) Shud be understanding n caring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pierce Brosnan (tooo sexy man...)&lt;br /&gt;2) Micheal Douglas (amazing ...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Tom Cruise (but lacks in height)&lt;br /&gt;4) Hrithik Roshan ( i was soo crazy abt him...)&lt;br /&gt;5) Abhishek Bhachan (rt now he looks damn gud in few songs)&lt;br /&gt;6) Aamir Khan in Sarfarosh (one of the best movie )&lt;br /&gt;7) dont remember any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO TAG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Vikram (i know its impossible as ur quite busy so its ok, but will surely wait for ur post )&lt;br /&gt;2) Neetie&lt;br /&gt;3) Vicky Kothari4) Rasesh (wen u feel like updating ur blog..write something)&lt;br /&gt;5) Hiten&lt;br /&gt;6) chandanjali&lt;br /&gt;7) hmmm i dont think anybody else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112705396308070042?l=pinkcy.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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112680587559664303</id><published>2005-09-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:37:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/pinkcy/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;well...these r just the sample ones...im not finding time to scan few more as im busy n not having patience too....seniors made us do the drill with tht weird attire n made us jump , dance, n wat not...but those 2 hrs were of gr8 fun.....but halloween party was on a different day which was abt half day event....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112680587559664303?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112636330801771768</id><published>2005-09-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:22:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life - a colorful brocade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with intricate weaving of hopes n dismays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- within it lies a tinge of darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n touch of brightness....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is short n beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flows like a river crossing the paths of joys n sorrows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---yet the journey matters ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a barren desert where we &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope to find the oasis of our life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---where life passes on the sands of time....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a tide sometimes a smooth wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n we fight the strife of clouded thoughts n scattered memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---yet  sailing ahead with patience.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wrote it in the evening as i was taking a break frm my work n frm computer....n yet there r lot more assignments to finish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-12393373.post-112614434758829919</id><published>2005-09-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:04:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shud look at the brighter side...</title><content type='html'>Well...sometimes i get strayed a lottt....i think too much abt my future...my career, my relationships, whether i will do justice or not...n whetehr i will get it or not....offlate i was quite busy with college n even now the assignments r pending got to finish it up as deadlines r nearing.....but wen ever i drive alone i get to think a lottt stuff which will make me restless.....i guess i need to slow down on my thought process....i shudnt think much abt something which im not sure...n the most imp i need to have patience to get the things to settle down...... n i hope God will always be there to show me the right path n give me the strength to face anything gud or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i got this mail which is soo appropriate n needed for me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Look%20At%20The%20Brighter%20Side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112614434758829919?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112614434758829919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112614434758829919&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112614434758829919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112614434758829919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-shud-look-at-brighter-side.html' title='I shud look at the brighter side...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112606446264503225</id><published>2005-09-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:41:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish u a Happy Ganesh Chathurthi</title><content type='html'>Wish u all a Happy Ganesh Chathurthi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/ganesh007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw mom is shouting ...its getting late for the puja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112606446264503225?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112606446264503225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112606446264503225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112606446264503225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112606446264503225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/wish-u-happy-ganesh-chathurthi.html' title='Wish u a Happy Ganesh Chathurthi'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112581324058343414</id><published>2005-09-03T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:56:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween party rockssssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/faces_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/faces_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was just awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......simply superb, our seniors arranged it in an amazing way...though it was in our own Audi..but truly worth njoying....n we the juniors dressed to kill...with new creative thoughts we all dressed like devils n nobody cud even recognise us...all of them were in our true self...witches n devils....previously wen my seniors had their freshers party , nobody were willing to dance , they were too shy it seems...but we were damn shameless ,, just a bit of music n we were ready to dance to any tune n any song....n seniors had to control us saying there is one more section to hit the dance floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short break started the dance section .....truly the atmosphere of discotheque....everybody were in such a good mood ....ppl who were soo damn quiet in the class but they danced like hell....n me ofcourse eevrybody were shocked the way i was dressed n i got loads of compliments ....it seems i changed their perception ...i danced n danced like a crazy mad girl....nobody expected tht i wud dance ....though only for short time ...but it was tiring ....to evry tune we danced n danced n literally burnt the dance floor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the girls were real eye-candies ....wooooowwww it was damn gud party ....it was rocking...then met evry senior on the way back n thanking them for organising such a gr88 event...then had a fantastic dinner ...all of them hogged like pigs...then yesterday was two of our classmated b'day but cudnt spoil their faces to the max with the cake as it was getting late in the evening ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be uploaded soon ....On the whole it was awesomelllyyyyyyyyy rockinggggggggggg....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112581324058343414?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112581324058343414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112581324058343414&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112581324058343414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112581324058343414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/halloween-party-rockssssssss.html' title='Halloween party rockssssssss'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112567266208717035</id><published>2005-09-02T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T07:59:12.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/yellowRoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/yellowRoses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today we had real gud fun....njoyed like hell...it being a Rose day ...girls wearing sexy sexy sarees n guys ofcourse ok types.....even our QT sir for the first time seeing our faces he left us early.....n then had a lot of masti....pics were taken like crazy guys....guys n girls buying roses n gifting them....it was really nice...even seniors appreciated for our sportive spirit n for our gorgeous looks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the least with regard to money n bought only pink &amp;amp; orange roses but i got around 8 roses ..so not bad......but i cudnt buy RED rose ....kya fayda...jisko dena chahathi hoon wohi hi nahi hai...kya kareein .....anywasy orange was for Anchal (senior) very very cute bindaas guy ....then ofcourse a new fellow frm section b: (north indian hai) well...he is a big big flirt ...n even im learning how to flirt ....it was fun....the way he keeps saying meri khayaloon ki mallika...tum ho.......i guess he needs only nightmares....wen i gave orange he felt bad....was saying red nahi diya...soooooo sad ....then all our class mates danced like mad crazy guys...to evry tune they were dancing then again girls also started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2morow is Halloween ..it seems we shall have even more fun.......n the rain also playing a part in it....mood was soo damn gud...n btw no cell past 2 days...n it wont be there for another 2 days or so....just shifting frm postpaid to prepaid...soo much of time...gawddd...but then im hvaing piece of mind for some time but as it has become a part of my life...so missing it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112567266208717035?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112567266208717035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112567266208717035&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112567266208717035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112567266208717035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/rose-day.html' title='Rose day'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112559181635665857</id><published>2005-09-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:23:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally the party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/freshers%20invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/freshers%20invitation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally our freshers party is held....it was postponed to some unfortunate incident ...n now our college has got the permission to start a new batch of another 60 students so all together now the count is 120 juniors...but any day my class is the best ...but yes few boys of section b are good n they even became close to us....or shud i say too close in such less time....not bad....few are north indians ...they r really gud enuf to flirt ....anyways 2day after the classes we had to wait to get ragged royally by our seniors ...as they asked us to dress up in a very weird way....but it was gr8 fun .....all the fun was for around 2 hrs....n wen my turn came i had to speak sumthing funny in telugu....n i had to dance even....ofocurse only little bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2morow is a rose day ...but 2day n 2morow classes go on regularly ...the fun starts only after the college hours...but the actual freshers day is held on 3rd Sep...with Halloween theme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shudnt forget my main goal ....n i need to struggle little more regarding the Accounting subject....as its always an engineer's nightmare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112559181635665857?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112559181635665857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112559181635665857&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112559181635665857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112559181635665857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-party.html' title='finally the party'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112524939555042864</id><published>2005-08-28T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:16:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dil goes mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/pink%20HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/pink%20HEART.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well....now my dil goes mmmmmmm.................... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112524939555042864?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112524939555042864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112524939555042864&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112524939555042864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112524939555042864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dil-goes-mmmmmm.html' title='My dil goes mmmmmm'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112523803031943959</id><published>2005-08-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:04:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today full of happening stuff....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last exam n tht too french so everybody were bindaas....n i thought i shall copy atleast in tht exam as im very bad at copying...now tht shudnt sound as bragging but its true n i seriously lack tht kinda ability ...anywasy will talk abt tht sad story later ....n so it was decided by our frnds tht today shud be spent with frnds by an outing ....so finally after a week long exams , we were in a mood to njoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day started early though a sunday ...wihtout helping mom so i felt bad little as i really cudnt help her out...n last min few of them gave a nice hand by ditching us ...anywasy as planned we all went around n had fun but little boring as many of them were not in gud mood...then played truth or dare...n i had to say the truth but then i trust dhanu too so wasnt full truth  ...anywasy i hope i can manafy dhnau ...i know she understands me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the real part ....one tota (parrot ) astrologer came ,,....ofcourse nobody believes in tht stupid thing as its just a timepass ...but then everybody wanted to do time pass...so most of them got it done...n to few of my frnds as said ..they will marry twice...wahhh....then even i wanted to test its relevance atleast to my characteristics n nature....n i was little surprised wen he said : which follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have anger on my face...i cant hide my emotions n feelings...wat ever i feel n think in my mind n heart i say staright on face...i cannot fake things...oo thts soo nice....but sumtimes it really hurts me , if i like sumbody i say straight , n if i dont i say it ....then he said my career is gud n watever the masters wud teach me wud be less n i wud come up with my own knowledge ....ooo thts too much i feel...anywasy lets c ....n im very lucky for my husband n his family ....i have gud will power , i take care of my loved ones a lotttt....n i will get married by 25 (i.e i shall be finishing my mba n rt the next yr ....) n the best part was : if et all i wud be a boy i wud have burnt 9 houses , i.e i wud be avara idiot ....bcoz im a girl i m lakshmi for my home n also to my in-lawas house....hehhehehhe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back home i had to hear all the gallis frm my relatives as i ditched them by not attending the marriage of one of my cousin ....i didnt want to go to hear again all the same stuff of marriage n then sum ladies who think its their prerogative to fix the matches ....plzzz i wanted a break frm tht talk....n again my dad will think too much n start tht topic n irritate me.....but i guess i need to attend the reception atleast which is 2morow ....i hope all dirty n bad boys come to the reception so tht they wont fix ....anyways they dotn know how strong headed n determined pinky is.......i can make ones life a hell n also make it heaven if i like........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywasy now tired n shud finish up my pending assignments n sum work...so signing off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112523803031943959?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112523803031943959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112498508691110125</id><published>2005-08-25T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:51:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nani is my life....</title><content type='html'>I love my nani (my mom's mother) like a mad gal...i cannot live without her...i like her more than my parents....i guess in my previous janam me n my nani were real lovers tht even in this janam we cant live without each other .....i keep saying to her tht i will die along with her only ....n next moment i get one scolding frm her ..to not to say tht way...but i cant live without her thts fro sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n wenever she goes to her sister's place n visits relatives place...as she is loved by every other relative....so i call up every day ...sumtimes i call up twice in a day ....n wen she asks how am i ? i say im not fine bcoz my nani is not there, both of us laugh .....n all my relatives keep saying pinky will call up only wen her nani comes else she wont....n i say straight on face...i accept tht i will call only to speak to my nani ...y will i call up every other relative every day wen im not close to them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time wen my nani went to her sister's place...she forgot to tell me in the morning b4 me leaving to college...n by the time i came home n was looking for her..i didnt find her ..n felt bad wen mom tld she left to her sister's place....n then i was busy with my exams not tht i didnt miss her .....but was controlling my emotions n decided not to call up ...its always pinky who calls up ....n wen i call up ..even my mom speaks to her..n she pretends as if only i wanted to talk to my nani ...she didnt want to talk to her et all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this time wen i didnt call up...rt next day nani called up asking y didnt i call up...wahhh...if i call ppl have problem ..if i dont still they have a prob...but i wanted to see whetehr she will call or not...n again after 2 days she called up saying she was missing me...even i missed her a lot but didnt call up ....n 2nd time also she only called ....n i was soooooo damn happy ...........i hope she comes back soon....as i cant live without her for soo many days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sumtimes its gud tht some shocks to be given to some ppl to know whetehr they really care or not....n im happy tht my nani called me .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112498508691110125?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112498508691110125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112498508691110125&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112498508691110125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112498508691110125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-nani-is-my-life.html' title='My nani is my life....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112480270722708915</id><published>2005-08-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T06:23:31.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling my anger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="66" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/anger.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mood was off as i screwed up my Accounting paper....n i dunno wat i shouted at dhanu n at my sis over fone....i know it was my mistake but i never hurt anybody ...its usually if i get angry i dont talk n my mood will be off ...so nobody dares to irritate me wen im not in gud mood but somehow i cudnt control my anger n i bursted out but later i repented n said sorry as i was feeling guilty abt all tht ......ppl around me n my frnds have real tuf time handling me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i promised myself tht no matter wat ....if things go even haywire ...i will control my anger ...i will count the numbers ....my parents keep saying not to get short tempered .....as now it will be fine bcoz im staying at my parents place but after 2 or 3 yrs wen i have to get married n stay at some other place , it will be tuf for me ....i know all this man .....but seriously i dunno somehow i become so rebellious n aggressive where in i hurt myself a lottttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided tht i will control my anger n will not be pissed off for trivial things.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112480270722708915?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112480270722708915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112480270722708915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112480270722708915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112480270722708915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/controlling-my-anger.html' title='Controlling my anger....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112411408279064343</id><published>2005-08-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T06:54:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with fever</title><content type='html'>me down with fever n severe stomach pain...already the week was full of twists n turns n to add to the existing woes i had a bad pain...had to go thru some stupid scans n stuff.....the worst part is , i was spending the whole day just lying on the bed n literally doing nothing...cant even study ....or go out with frnds...3 full days of holidays were just scrapped out...they just passed away just in a blink of an eye :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one gud thing is wen i have nothing much  to do n got to just lie on bed ....i get to think or throw some light on some recent developments or changes going on in my life.....ofcourse some are sweet n some r bitter ...but then some things give immense satisfaction and some silly things make me smile......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt now dotn have patience to sit in front of the comp. n write many things...hopefully i'll be back in gud health n return back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112411408279064343?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112411408279064343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112411408279064343&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112411408279064343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112411408279064343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/down-with-fever.html' title='Down with fever'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112368991967191338</id><published>2005-08-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:11:28.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picky Pinky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/weird%20gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/weird%20gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so picky n choosy in almost most of the aspects of my life....i can make frnds frm 8 to 80 yrs of age...but i just cant be very free to everyone .....yes i do accept tht im conservative at times as i really cannot fake ....my face is the index of my mind....i cannot put a smiling face wen im sad ....i cannot speak in the sweetest manner all the time to ppl wen im pissed off with sumone....the biggest problem is i cannot flirt ...n in my class girls royally flirt ...ofcourse i know nothing wrong in flirting just for timepass wen both girls n boys know tht its just for timepass......i tried a lot .....but can nver flirt .....there is sumthing seriously wrong with me i feel......i mean ppl do find me conservative ....they actually misunderstand my gentleness as my passivity ...i dont have a problem with it ....but sumtimes it does hurt wen they think i cannot do certain things.....n i feel sad but i dont care much bcoz i know wat im ....im not here to change the paradigm abt wat they hold abt me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i do give benefit of doubt to most of them but wen my turn comes .....im just left alone....n the worst part is sumtimes i cry like hell..i know it sounds stupid....many think i m a rock without any emotions ...but very few realise tht i do have a heart ......n im dumb sumtimes ...i cry for such simple reasons as im sensitive at times......sumtimes even the slightest insult or indifference pricks my heart very hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how ppl can speak in a sweeeeet way wen sumthing else is going on in their mind n heart .....i tried to put on a fake smile n attitude ....but sumhow i cudnt sustain it for a long time......i m very frank ...i really cannot hide my emotions n feelings......i know sumtimes its better to hide your feelings but i guess im not blessed with such an art.....its like if i like sumthing ...i just say straight on face....n if i dont i say it....but i make sure the other person doesnt get hurted.....n the worst thing is i cannot hurt sumone atleast knowingly....i mean girls in my class give straight hurting n taunting answers ...no matter if they hurt sumone ......n i know one should learn the worldliness but i cannot do tht .....but yes im learning it ....as i mite need later in life.... n wenever i lie i get caught royally ....ppl can readily can make out if im lying....so sad ...i cant even lie properly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then im a girl who gives a lot importance to self-respect ....but as exceptions are always there in anything ...i dont do too much also wen the situation is crucial n if i need to make a choice btw the love n my self-respect ...i wud surely give up ....but sumtimes ppl take it for granted ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i feel i dont wanna talk to anybody ...not even to my frnds....i feel like talking only n only to my best frnds ...but the situations dont favour ....so cant help it :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112368991967191338?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112368991967191338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112368991967191338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112368991967191338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112368991967191338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/picky-pinky.html' title='Picky Pinky...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112342482239180426</id><published>2005-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:41:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/frnds%20toegether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/frnds%20toegether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Friendship Day ...the one of the best day in the world...bcoz there is no life without friends..Friends are the best asset one can have in life....n the whole of 2day was the busiest day in my life...since morning i was just doing either sms or fone...my landline n cell was continuously ringing...n was working on my assignments as deadlines r nearing n mid-term exams too...n i also did few crazy things..ofcourse i dont regret doing them...it was a fun day...i hope i didnt miss out any of my frnds...actually thought of sending e-cards to all my frnds but due to lack of time i just cud msg or send offlines....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few sms were really gud which i got :&lt;br /&gt;"If u ask me for how long will I be Ur frnd , my answer wud be i dont know bcoz as i really dont know which is longer : 4EVER or ALWAYS"&lt;br /&gt;"Musibat ka syrup ho tum..tension ka capsule ho tum..aafat ka injection ho tum..par kya karein jhelna padta hain kyu ke dosti ka oxygen ho tum..."&lt;br /&gt;n many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part of this Friendship day is i got the best card ...i think this is the best card i've ever got in my life.... here it is : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/meetvicky28/mov.swf"&gt;Card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all my frnds (including my blog frnds) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Very Happy Friendship Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/meetvicky28/mov.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/meetvicky28/mov.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112342482239180426?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112342482239180426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112342482239180426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112342482239180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112342482239180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendship-day.html' title='Friendship Day...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112316929991022394</id><published>2005-08-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:28:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 wonders of the world..worth reading</title><content type='html'>Im just coping with all my emotions n stuff...past few days have been little tuf for me ....but i guess i really cant be angry or in a bad mood for long time ...as all my frnds, college frnds, blog frnds, n my family was little upset ,n they were soo supportive n concerned abt me....but then i guess , sumtimes i take my life tooo seriously ...so i m trying to reduce my unnecessary stress....by taking the things as they come...n i beleive "Patience is bitter but its fruits are sweetest" ...anywasy i found this below lines very thoughtful which i wud like to post it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Wonders of the World:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;br /&gt;5. Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica&lt;br /&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World" are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. TO SEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20SEE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. TO HEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20HEAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. TO TOUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20TOUCH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. TO TASTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20TASTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. TO FEEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20FEEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. TO LAUGH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20LAUGH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. and TO LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/TO%20LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112316929991022394?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112316929991022394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112316929991022394&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112316929991022394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112316929991022394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/7-wonders-of-worldworth-reading.html' title='7 wonders of the world..worth reading'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112291921410709454</id><published>2005-08-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:00:15.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/MISSED2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/MISSED2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title of the posts says...im taking a break frm blogging...bcoz of many reasons...Me an emotionally detached female (only sumtimes) n sumtimes really emotional but usually my mind always analyses a lot ...i tried a lot n lot not to overthink but i really cant help it sumtimes...bcoz it is the way i live n breathe...i just cant do it...i need sum downtime for myself ...i need to think abt the things which happen in my life or to be precise as to why they are happening to me ....i know this makes ppl think tht im a jerk or a mindless creature .....but i do believe tht "Watever happens , it happens for good" but then im not an very easy-going gal who takes her life very lightly ....bcoz i have certain values n priniciples n i do keep myself to tht standard.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i started thinking emotionally ..i know one shud have EQ but certain things are getting haywire n making me restless....n nobody can take me for granted....i need to take stock of my emotions n solve this emotional ruckus as soon as possible.......this temporary break can be for 2 days or 1 week ....i really dunno.....as i cant be alive without my blog as it is very dear to me.....or may be it may last only for 24 hrs.......lets c ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112291921410709454?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112291921410709454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112291921410709454&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112291921410709454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112291921410709454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/08/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112265508321464846</id><published>2005-07-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:08:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/communication.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/communication.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Corporate communication subject in our curriculum but the Sir who teaches us is more into teaching Geeta rather than Corporate communication......but these days the class is being fun ...but he teaches few things which r soo apt to the daily life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is so very important which r like Verbal n Non-verbal ...verbal is wat everyone does to communicate n the best is Non-verbal which includes the emotions, the facial expressions, gestures , body language, the Silence n sum unknown feelings which can be communicated only thru hearts.....but the worst part is understanding n interpreting these non-verbal language is so damn difficult....sumtimes its very simple to understand but then sumtimes it becomes a Herculean task to decipher them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Perception of our mind...human mind is so erratic in nature so is the life ofcourse .....One can nevr know the reason behind why sum things r liked n sumother things r just hated ( well ...in my case its very true ...my mind is a jerk's mind , one can nver predict wat i think n wat i do ...will talk abt myself later in another post ...bcoz it takes another post to write abt it ) ....Perception is the culmination of the disposition of our thoughts , psychological thinking , the way one approaches to the problem or understands the events occurring in our lives, past experiences, etc etc.....The way one perceives is so unique to everyone , it nevr matches with anyone not even with our best frnds or siblings....like a Mona lisa ' s smile .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the best part was wen Sir said tht sumtimes in life sum ppl come into our life without any pre-determined thoughts n without any intimation n bring in soo many changes n sumtimes u tend to write even beautiful lines .....n i burst out into laughter after hearing it....my classmates didnt knew why the hell was i smiling......&lt;br /&gt;bcoz one never knows as to why they r enamoured by sumone.....n there physical beauty doesnt really matter n only thing wat matters is the way u communicate n understand tht person n how the other person understands u ....how frank n honest talk u share...the way the feelings r communicated though sumtimes u dont see tht person yet there will be a true heart-to-heart talk......then Sir was saying tht sumtimes unknowingly u miss sumone n i cudnt control my laugh as one of my frnd was missing sumone n i was njoying the way she kept her face....hehhehe....ofcourse i understand how she mite b feeling......well...he talked many more things... actually i have many things to write like " My Dream in my Life" but will write abt it later....as im damn tired so rt now signing off ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112265508321464846?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112265508321464846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112265508321464846&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112265508321464846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112265508321464846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/communication.html' title='Communication...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112212690731597975</id><published>2005-07-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:16:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav Quote</title><content type='html'>The below one is my fav quote which i love the most.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The 2nd best thing U can do with ur CELL is not giving atleast ONE message " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well....rt now this is the best Quote i feel ......wat say guys ??? cool isnt it .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;******Added Later (on 26th) ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually i shud have had little more patience than coming to any conclusions...all this happens only bcoz of my negative thinking tht i keep tending to think tht nothing gud can happen in my life....but then i need to understand sum sweet things also happen n only thing i need is Patience n Positive thinking.....n dhanu is happy tht my name starts with P n i shud think "P for Positive thinking " ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112212690731597975?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112212690731597975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112212690731597975&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112212690731597975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112212690731597975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-fav-quote.html' title='My fav Quote'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112195939936640330</id><published>2005-07-22T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:16:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few lines....</title><content type='html'>This post is abt one of my frnd who is leaving to IIT-D within a couple of days....to start a new journey towards realising his dream ....n thought of penning down few lines abt him with my scribbles.......(this was written yesterday but cudnt post it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ur gracious presence in my life&lt;br /&gt;is like a vital thread of trust and belief......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U make me go insane sumtimes ....&lt;br /&gt;n make me float in the celestial sea of sweetness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur talk is so pure as honey&lt;br /&gt;which binds me to the aura of ur simplicity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r like the star&lt;br /&gt;which everybody wud wish for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r a cascade of affection&lt;br /&gt;n confidence personified yet very delicate at heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r like a morning radiant light&lt;br /&gt;n a sweet breeze of night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this frndship lasts till i bid farewell to my life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish u All the very best for ur new journey via IIT- D n wish all the success of the world touch ur feet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ps: Ofcourse these scribbles of my heart are in no way comparison to his personality ....actually not finding time to think properly n write as my college life is being hectic, so plz excuse me for this as this was written just within 3 mins .....the above lines are just an amateur writings ....bcoz words can nver describe the complete feelings n one's personality.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112195939936640330?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112195939936640330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112195939936640330&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112195939936640330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112195939936640330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/few-lines.html' title='Few lines....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112187201756805061</id><published>2005-07-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T08:11:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy days....</title><content type='html'>well....its been 5 days i didnt blog anything ...was really quite busy with the assignments n quizzes n stuff.....but yeah i njoyed a lot ....n yesterday was a wonderful day at my place...(will talk abt it later in this post) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day wen our classes were cancelled ...felt very bad of the incident but then we had to leave to our respective places so we (frnds ) stayed back at one of my frnds place till afternoon n then suddenly thought of going to a movie n tht plan was properly materialized (after all we the future managers shud take quick decisions n c to tht the plans r successful ) n finally i watched a telugu movie after ages....suddenly we thought of watching a movie named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Annukokunda oka roju"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( english translation is "Without thinking one day" ...i.e wihtout any proper plan sumthing mite have happened on tht day ).... the movie was too gud ...liked it a lot...especially songs ....it was a complete thriller kinda ....not the routine n mundane love story going around tress , dancing n jumping .....thank god.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was again busy with the college stuff.....but these days we are having fun at college with the quizzes n case studies .....finally came 1st in HR quiz conducted by our seniors ...though it wasn't a big one but then it was fun .....n then i made one of my frnd give a small party as she won a lottery of 1 lac ( to b precise 68,000/- after paying tax) ...n i was the main culprit who opened my mouth in front of our classmates , anywasy had fun troubling her ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yesterday was the ultimate fun we (me n dhanu) had at my place....actually had to prepare for the Finance Samithi n we went to her place to work upon it...but then wen two devils are working how can things go smooth...she has a super duper computer which works very efficiently ....within seconds i cud get the hang of it....then came to my place (as we stay quite near-by) n then one more gud news was waiting for us: no power at my place....stayed for abt 10 mins then again went back to her place ...thought of managing with tht stupid comp. but then they were power cuts n so every now n then comp. was on n off ....was playing properly....was seriously testing our patience then mom called up saying the power had come n even net was working ...so again came back to my place at 9:30 in night ....we were literally measuring the roads ...ppl on the street mite have gone insane after watching us, the way we were driving n roaming on bikes every half-an-hour on roads.......then after coming back to my place ....my sweet frnd was desperate to check the Yahoo messenger ...as net at her place wasn't working properly......so she had to check her offlines n stuff took 1 solid hour....then we thought of doing the work .....we just started then there was a power cut again ...n both of us burst out laughing n was pissed off for sumtime ....didnt know wat do to....but then luckily power regained within 10 mins n then without wasting time we were working upon it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as everybody knows if girls talk then they will never end their chat ....n we were literally in josh ...after finishing the work we talked n talked without realising the time ....but we njoyed a lot talking abt every damn thing on this earth ......infact we went offffff sumwhere in our talks ...so many future plans n ofcourse sum secret talks which only both of us know abt each other .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps pleading me plzzz pinky stop thinking ...do only one favour on this mother earth ...plz dont over think ..n dont think in all  possible directions....as i have a very bad habit of thinking negative abt myself n i tend to think in all possible ways .......n she keeps saying try to njoy certain feelings rather than analysing them....so in btw i had a lecture too but then we gave a break for our talk at 2:30 in the morning as we had to attend the college too .......n even in the college had fun ....but then coming back n again preparing for the tests is tuf .....wish we had a hostel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt now feeling very sleepy , have to study a lot...work load is mounting day-by-day.......n this sunday also we have classes ...god save us ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112187201756805061?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112187201756805061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112187201756805061&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112187201756805061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112187201756805061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-busy-days.html' title='Busy busy days....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112135607582273012</id><published>2005-07-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:47:55.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party cancelled.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/Girl-Lonely-on-bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Girl-Lonely-on-bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im sad ....very sad for many things n is really disgusted with few ppl.....actually all we juniors dressed to kill the ppl who wud stare at us....ek dum jhakaas....but then wen we entered the campus n sum of them were murmuring tht the party is cancelled n we were shocked as to wat happened soo suddenly....but then wen we heard tht our PGDBM incharge Prof. Sai kumar's son committed suicide ...all of them were in a shock ...didnt know wat happened n wat made a 19 yr old boy take such a drastic step wen his father is such a dynamic personality full of positive energy......the reason was tht he flunked in two subjects of his engineering .....but watever it is , one cannot take such an extreme step only bcoz he flunks in sum exam or such a stupid reason....may b he thought his father is such a full of energy kinda person n who is a successful person n he flunking in exam wud b a disgrace to his parents ....but committing suicide itself is not a solution to anything....life is too short to live n njoy n ppl acting in such a ridiculous way is really deppressing.....ofocurse im feeling sad abt wat happened ...but y cant children think tht if they take such an extreme step wat mite b the parents plight n fate later on....it seems he was the only child of our sir....thts soooo sad.....i really cant imagine wat his parents mite b feeling to overcome his loss....its soo intimidating to even think.....god bless Sir n his wife to overcome such a major setback n tragedy......Sir must have thought (for tht matter any parent will think ) abt the child's future n must have planned soo many things n being the only child ...they must have pinned all their hopes on him n all of sudden he is no more among them.....its veryy sad , i dont have words to even write ......Sir must be in a state of shock which one can never imagine ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel being only child is very dangerous ....bcoz if there is a sibling ..no matter how many fights go on btw the siblings but at certain point wen one is very sad n deppressed they can share certain feelings only with their siblings.....n being alone makes the pain even more aggravated rather than minimising.....as there is no one to share their feelings....i wud suggest everybody tht plzz dont have single child no matter wat ( i know indian population is increasing worse than a geometeric progression ...or gp is far too small word....) if not plz dont get married n dont produce a single child ...in my opinion two children will b sufficient to lead a happy life....as now-a-days both the parents will b earning so to lead a happy life everything will suffice....but ya not more than two ....else it will surely create a havoc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now loss is loss....which can nevr b gained .....already life is lost n nothing can bring back a life......though sir n his wife have to overcome this but may b after few months or yrs sir will b busy with his own office n he will make himslef busy but the mother who is a house wife n spends complete day at home.....every minute will b like a hell to live ....she has to survive in this world without her son.....the memories of the moments spent with him will b torturing her all thru her life.......god knows y he plays such tricks on the ppl.....but even students or any human being shud understand tht life is not full of marks or money ....the purpose of life is to spread love n happiness n make others happy n realise ones dream ....failures r alwasy there.....for tht matter if every engineer will think tht suicide is the solution wen he flunks in an exam then in A.P every day thousands of engineers shud die....n ppl like me who cudnt get a seat in top b-skools like IIMs or IITs shud go n die in a well....the Hyd - tank bund water will overflow then....life is wat we make out of it...not by taking ones own life...........wen life throws lemon , shud b able to njoy it by making lemonade.......anywasy now loss is loss cant b repaired.....so now normal classes will go on....n hope sir will b back to normalcy very soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112135607582273012?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112135607582273012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112135607582273012&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112135607582273012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112135607582273012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/party-cancelled.html' title='Party cancelled.....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112109443566204162</id><published>2005-07-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:10:03.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet day ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/boy_girl_giggle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/boy_girl_giggle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i guess god blessed me with lot of courage n showered his blessings n literally i was quite happy 2day ...i hope this happiness lasts for a long time....ofcourse morning as usual i had a little tiff with my mom as usual regarding breakfast but sumhow 2day i had to oblige n mom was happy as i had breakfast....then the weather now-a-days in Hyd is rocking...so njoyed the drive to my college ....feeling very happy ...i dunno y ....but then sumtimes things which seem very simple on first front but r complicated beneath the surface ....but y bother abt the unkown ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to college in a good mood is always good ....then luckily put up courage today to do a task which turned out to b a very sweet thing.......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sumtimes have to listen to ur heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ....was very happy....seriously courage is required to do certain things......anyways im happy today ........luckily there was only one class 2day in morning session ...n i cud concentrate only for 1 hr , (sshhhhhh)........ but then prof was teaching only basics....so luckily i didnt miss much....to add ....my luck was gud...we had a business quiz session in the afternoon....njoyed it a lot....with various rounds....ofcourse i didnt qualify but it was fun to njoy it........then our class celebrated the b'day of two of our classmates ...this was the first b'day to celebrate in our class.....then back home ...had a nice treat to watch my fav movie songs....but only for a little time , as time is fleeting n have to prepare notes n stuff...but looking forward to njoy at the freshers party.....hope we have gr88 fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112109443566204162?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112109443566204162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112109443566204162&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112109443566204162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112109443566204162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-day.html' title='A sweet day ....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112089050390608598</id><published>2005-07-08T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:40:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/ROSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/ROSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just found this pic sumwhere on net n which made me scribble few lines (which r again very haphazard in nature, so plz excuse me for it ) n i feel these lines need little more sophistication n deep thought as they didnt come well as i though it wud ......better luck next time :-( but for now these r the scribbles......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is timeless - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a memory of past , happiness of today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n a promise of 2morow.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time fleets but love remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grows fonder minute by minute...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without realising , it deepens second by second......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me freeze in emotions &amp;amp; float in the ocean called joy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n makes me tremble in happiness n insecurity.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear the whispers which u never uttered .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet i feel delighted....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamt of the things which never happened .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet i feel im blessed.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of the day wen i meet u ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say how much i respect n adore u .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of the ageless time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wen we can be together for a life....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all i know tht u will b the only one whom i love .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112089050390608598?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112089050390608598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112089050390608598&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112089050390608598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112089050390608598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/idle-thoughts.html' title='Idle thoughts...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112083608418348486</id><published>2005-07-08T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:22:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Season , Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/Lonely%20Bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Lonely%20Bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mail which i found in my inbox ....its been 2days i didnt check my inbox n 2day found a sweet one...which i wanted to put up on my blog.....n days r becoming hectic day by day ...its almost 12 hrs in college (hardly with a break for lunch) doing various things n then back home doing up with assignments n preparing for the quizzes making groups...i guess hostlers r better than day scholars atleast the study rooms n hostel will b under one roof.....its only on 2nd saturdays n all sundays will b free it seems ...anywasy no cribbing....the actual post goes this way ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.( but trust me it is damn difficult as to understand human nature ....infact most of the times one can never understand ones own mind n heart......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like God sent, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, or even as time passes on the contact is lost, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end or a halt ,sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real!But, only for a season.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. They bring in sweet changes n leave u confused sumtimes but understanding n patience is essential in any kinda relationship. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (any way);and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words r soo true but analysing a particular relationship is damn frustrating .....actually i was never an emotional type person ....me being a girl sumtimes i wud feel bad n sad but frankly i was alwasy portrayed as a strong n confident gal ....infcat iam ....but sumtimes in every persons life this situation mite arise : sumtimes cursing ourselves then feeling bad , then next moment feeling happy ...then at one moment one is on top of the world feeling blessed with everything then feeling soo deppressed ......heart n mind gets knotted with anger but nervousness too....n making u fragile n not getting hang of it....the emotional turbulence is sooo consuming ...but the best help is question oneself n try to find the possible answers to them.....n then let time decide everything ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112083608418348486?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112083608418348486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112083608418348486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112083608418348486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112083608418348486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/reason-season-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season , Lifetime'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112065694250505840</id><published>2005-07-06T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T06:35:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freher's Party .....</title><content type='html'>We the juniors were very cool thinking seniors are bad at ragging ...but we never expected at the back hand they were actually planning for a very jhakaas freshers party ....where they r literally goona rag n make us do all the shit things which no junior cud have guessed but i guess this is common in every b-skool ...so we got to take it in a very sportive way .....well....the freshers party is for 3 days with each day of different theme.....14th, 15th, 16th of  July....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th : Rules for Girls :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear a pink florescent (TRS color ) chudidhaar with orange dupaatta...&lt;br /&gt;2) Oil the hair n put two plattes with blue ribbon on one side n yellow ribbon on another side....&lt;br /&gt;3) Put plastic clips on either side on the head....&lt;br /&gt;4) Put marigold flowers in U shape on head...&lt;br /&gt;5) wear two dozens of Green bangles on either hands....&lt;br /&gt;6) Put a one rupee size Black bindi  n kajal tooo...&lt;br /&gt;7) Wear blue n yellow socks on either legs n wear hawaii chappals ....&lt;br /&gt;8) Put on plastic green or yellow or blue color goggles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys reading this plzzzzzz dont even imagine how a girl wud look after such yuckkkkkkk things ....iam sure if any guy will see me ,  will nver marry me.......its gonna b a nightmare n pathetic ....but yes iam gonna take a pic of myself in tht avataar n keep it for myself ...(hope the guy who is gonna develop tht pic shud survive after developing tht pic )....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules for Boys :&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear dhotis n tight T-shirts (without collars )&lt;br /&gt;2) Oil the hair n take a middle maang ... (oil in such a manner tht even frm half a kilometer it shud b visible tht yes tht person oiled his hair)&lt;br /&gt;3) Wear blue n yellow socks with bathroom slippers...&lt;br /&gt;4) Put on plastic goggles ...(same rule even for girls )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually for boys very few rules ...bad .....cant help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th: Rose Day&lt;br /&gt; on this day juniors can b in the best outfit ....for boys : formals : blazers n stuff...n for girls Sarees  (but i will surely have a tuf time wearing a saree n looking good tooo...) but this time iam gonna put loads of confidence while handling a saree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th : Halloween Day : to get dressed to look best as a witch....but the details r not revealed as of yet now...they r gonna reveal it later ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is IPE is partly govt.funded b-skool...n its just a facilitator n not a spoon feeding one .though not ranked among top b-skools but for sure a decent one to learn loads of things.......so everything rt frm organising the parties to placements r done by the students ....with the help of interactions btw seniors n juniors for any occasion ..only the dates r decided by the management so loads of things to b done by the students .....management can bring in the companies but the complete responsiblity will b on the students to impress them n get the best out of placements sessions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already the assignments n stuff have been pouring in n already i lost my color , just within a week ....n i dunno how iam gonna b after 2 yrs of slogging .....past 2 days im logging onto the  net just b4 i leave to my college .....n being an engineer its gonna b even more tuf to start frm scratch regarding the economics n commerce stuff.....n as everybody knows  :   &lt;br /&gt;                                               School was an Excursion...&lt;br /&gt;                                               Intermediate was a Vacation...&lt;br /&gt;                                               Engineering a 4 yr Holiday .......&lt;br /&gt;but 2 yrs of PGDBM (MBA) will b a torture camp ....God bless all the souls doing MBA ...no matter which ever b-skool they r graduating frm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112065694250505840?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112065694250505840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112065694250505840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112065694250505840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112065694250505840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/frehers-party.html' title='Freher&apos;s Party .....'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112050379390455875</id><published>2005-07-04T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:43:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learnt frm the incident</title><content type='html'>well ...actually dhanu had given me a very nice lecture ...so i learnt few things frm day b4 yeterdays incident.... but was in a better mood yesterday ....college made me busy ...n after coming home there was indeed a sweet surprise frm a frnd which made me feel even better (just talking over fone wud make a difference , which i never expected ) but yes it will surely take sum time for me to behave normally with my mom....so instead of cribbing wat happened , read ET after a longg time n was doing my homework ...&lt;br /&gt;well..these r the few things which i learnt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Give importance to urself first ( atleast sumtimes ) wen required....&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop being a self-critic&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not give undue importance to the ppl who dont deserve ....&lt;br /&gt;4) Teach how to b independent n practical to the ppl who r dumb (who always depend on u unnecessarily)&lt;br /&gt;5) Learn sum worldliness (vyavaharik gyan ) ...n dont b too gud to everybody ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Never attempt telling lies to mom , wen one is not used to say lies , bcoz im sure to get caught very royally n the result wud b disastrous....(as it was in my case ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) If manipulating is inevitable , then try ur best n dont reveal thru ur facial expressions so tht even mom believes u ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) If possible first try n convince dad ....so tht he can handle the sitution if necessary ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Never show ur anger on food by not eating properly n if anybody is a bad eater like me , then it will surely make u weak ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Finally forget everything ...n think "Watever happens , it happens for good " , Best is enroute n Keep Smiling.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112050379390455875?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112050379390455875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112050379390455875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112050379390455875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112050379390455875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/lessons-learnt-frm-incident.html' title='Lessons learnt frm the incident'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112048800850986351</id><published>2005-07-04T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:37:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im like a  chocolate chip ice cream</title><content type='html'>My mood is getting better , was busy thru out the day in my college attending lectures n had a little bit of ragging ....but my seniors cant rag ...very unorganised ragging ..but iam happy for tht ...but rt now iam happy ...ooohhhhhh actually very happy ..hope this happiness stays for a longer time b4 anyhting ruins my mood........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/icecream/chocolate-chip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are kind, popular, and generous.You tend to be successful at anything you try.A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt; '&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-12393373.post-112040668000589449</id><published>2005-07-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:50:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst day of my life</title><content type='html'>Misfortunes never come alone , always will come in pairs n 2day i had a very gud amount of misfortunes to face.....i shall nver forget this in my life...2day was the worst day of my life. (or if there is any other superlative term it wud fit better instead of worst )......everything went fine till afternoon but the evening ditched me in the worst possible way .....which i can nver forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i lied to my mom n it wasnt for my selfish needs , it was purely only to help one of my frnd , as she was competely new to the city routes n stuff .....it was completely to help her out ...i had to lie but sumtimes doing good is also not very good ...i thought god will atleast understand me ...but i guess he ( god ) was busy with sumother work n hence didnt help me out .....n mom erupted like a volcano n i just cudnt bear tht ...for the first time she blasted me very badly...n later even she felt very bad for blasting me.....for saying lies n which  i had to lie only to help my frnd n not for any of my selfish needs or not to harm anyone......nver in my life i saw my mom in such a furious way......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the things worse ....for the first time i had an accident , rt at the ameerpet junction ( quite a busy road ) but by Gods grace i didnt get much hurt , this time it wasnt my mistake et all.....i was driving pretty carefully but sum auto fellow was overtaking me frm left side n infact seeing his desperate urge i even tried to move aside but even then he hit my vehicle n ran away n tht was such a pathetic thing ........ n wen said to mom she blurted out ruthlessly........actually dad also had a similar accident just a month back ...right on his first day on his way to his new office n now even i had an accident just a day b4 my actual classes begin......so she was very upset ..........but it wasnt my mistake et all....but her bashes  made me cry like hell (ofcourse not infront of her ) but usually i do have control on my senses in any occasion but 2day i guess was the pathetic n disaster .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i felt like running away frm everything ........felt suicidal ..........i know this is the first time i have ever felt like this ..but sumtimes even god cant understand my feelings ........doing good to sumbody will also costs u so heavily tht sumtimes it becomes a lesson ...but now i dunno iam unable to come out of this ....n to add to my woes 2morow my actual classes begin n i got to concentrate frm 9:30 to 6:30 ...without feeling sad....n i dunno how many days will it take for me to come out of this .........even now iam unable to type .....but blogging is now an integral  part of my life , where in i can pour in my  heart without any fear ...(if i write in a diary there are chances my mom can read n feel sad....) ....but i still cant come out of this n iam sure i will take sum time to come out of all this ......iam just swallowing my tears n controlling my emotions ...n this is really getting onto my nerves n i dunno................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112040668000589449?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112040668000589449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112040668000589449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112040668000589449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112040668000589449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='Worst day of my life'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112023204161058844</id><published>2005-07-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:39:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating is such a big pain :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/Thali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/Thali2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dunno wat makes me so averse to the food....i just dont love eating. i think iam the only specimen on this earth who hates eating.....as far as eating is concerned i really DONT have cravings like i lovveeeeeee this ........i can eat anything normally gud eatable....this is where the real problem lies...as my mom is the best cook she makes it a point daily to ask me as to wat i want for the breakfast or lunch or dinner ....but everyday my answer is the same : watever u want mom , make it ...n the even worst part is i dont feel hungry .....i think iam a weirdest person on this earth who can literally survive without eating food...(ok but not for many days..ofcourse ) but for a considerable gud period of time i can starve.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tht my college is started , so again the problem of having lunch starts again ...but im happy tht i have gud share of frnds who can have my lunch ...so my lunch box will b empty so i will not get bashes frm my mom daily....but luckily i started drinking Complan again....this habit which i abandoned sum five yrs back so mom is soooo happy tht i started drinking Complan ....again this credit goes to a special person who changed my mind just within two days , which my whole family tried to change past 5 yrs...so now iam a Complan girl.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis keeps saying tht human beings will feel hungry n devils will not b hungry ( but i guess they r more hungry than anybody ) n All my frnds keep teasing tht my husband n my children will die out of starvation ( wen i start a family ) but god blessed me with one gud thing i.e., &lt;em&gt;i love cooking food n serving food is wat i love the most ....&lt;/em&gt;n i make sure tht everybody will have their stomachs filled ......n wen i make sumthing special i make everybody eat tht ( ofcourse if et all the food wat i make is gud , only then ) n hopefully everybody who had watever i cooked , they r surviving still so i am sure in future my family will not have a problem regarding tht .....i am thankful to god for tht ...atleast he gave me the interest to cook n serve ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i have to eat regularly n gud nutritious food ....but i have hell lot of nakhras while eating ....for another 2 yrs i got to keep all my nakhras n nataks in a shelf neatly pascked , so tht i eat properly n have the strength to slog n slog for two yrs.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112023204161058844?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112023204161058844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=112023204161058844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112023204161058844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/112023204161058844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/eating-is-such-big-pain.html' title='Eating is such a big pain :-('/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-112015247567733000</id><published>2005-06-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:36:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in college...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/1600/bschool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5874/1048/320/bschool1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.........wat a day terrific day it was to start the journey of MBA .........we poor souls thought the orientation classes wud b of formal intros n stuff but to our surprise or rather shock we had to stay upto 4 in the evening in the campus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the day there was an inaugral function addressed by the dignitaries ....Chairman , DGM etc of Andhra Bank...n we witnessed the MoU btw Andhra bank n IPE...then each of the eminent personalities addressed the gathering ....a very short n sweet speech given by all of them.....luckily none of them were suffering frm Verbal diarrhoea ....thank god.....then had a break....all v students thought they wud call it a day but then we were surprised wen said the director wud address us after the break :-( finally had a nice lecture frm him ....the various rules n the how the itinerary gonna b ?????? and we had major shocks rt on the first day itself.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) College timings morning 9:30 to evening 4:30 , on weekends 4:30 to 6:30 french classes (mandatory to attend ) , hell lot of seminars on weekends......seniors say tht we will b glued to the campus till 8 in the evening....( my Sreenidhi was far better i feel now .....regarding timings n holidays....)&lt;br /&gt;2) No holidays even for the occasions like diwali n dashara.....no preparatory holidays even seems so....&lt;br /&gt;3) The second biggest nightmare for me : Wearing Saris on weekends.....:-((( ..............tht is the most stupid thing to do on every weekend.........i never ever wore a sari in my life as of now n i m gonna have a tuf time with regard to this.........please save me god........&lt;br /&gt;4) The worst part no jeans on campus.......this is even more worse thing....&lt;br /&gt;5) 90% overall attendance is compulsory ....every subject 80 percent is mandatory....&lt;br /&gt;6) every subject is of two long hrs .......(its been ages i sat continously for such a long time n all day long )&lt;br /&gt;7) finally i guess with all this tight schedule i'll have to say my frnds to forget me for another 2 yrs....a gruelling torture ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one good thing is we shall njoy the AC classrooms ....hopefully i shudnt fall into sleep........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though my b-skool is not a top b-skool ...yet there is soo much of torture ...i cant even imagine the plight of the students of IIMs n IITs ........they will have a tuf time or shud i say all the nightmares will b alive dancing around them......god bless those souls...to face such a challenging job.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been such a tuf day .....n 2morow also (though still an orientation class ) will b a tuf one again....will have a guest lecture frm sum one frm ICICI bank in the afternoon session....... i pray god to give me the strength to face this torture of 2 yrs ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-112015247567733000?l=pinkcy.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-112003134335150590</id><published>2005-06-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:53:58.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a day left</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/pinkcy/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My college is gonna start frm 2morow.....i gonna miss many things which i have been doing since last two months...firstly i cant go on a walk daily morning , iam gonna miss the cool breeze , the eye catching view of the pigeons flying...the sweet sound of the koyal ...n my talk with myself as if im talking to the sky n the sky responding to my thoughts....then i shall miss my work out hopefully i shud b able to work out even after my college starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly i cant do the daily pooja ....bcoz it takes around one n half hour ...n i'll b running short of time now....so i shall b missing the way i decorate God with flowers....hmmmmm...sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly my mom , dad n my sis will miss me a lottttttt , now pinky will not get time to do any of their work.....i know my sis is gonna read this ...so plzzz start doing ur work on our own....self help is the best help......my sweet little sister....but im feeling bad tht i cant do any more household work...n help my mom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important i cant sleep like a pig...as i sleep a lottttttt.....though now-a-days iam surprised n even my family is shocked to see me not sleeping a lott.....but good for me ....but no matter wat i need a little downtime for myself to reflect upon my thoughts....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-12393373.post-111980167233983079</id><published>2005-06-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:01:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for U</title><content type='html'>another poem...just few lines....actually they r not at all rhyming ...very random just like my thoughts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longing for U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul drifts aimlessly wen i miss U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; it yearns to find the truth &amp; meaning....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;             yet no answer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As ur charm struck my heart like a lightning in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  making me gasping wen there is no air...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U cant see my mind a'skew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; my thoughts swirling in fear n craving u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   as i want to bask in the aura of your simplicity...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U cant see tht i'm suddenly devoid of emotions ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  as i feel i'm emotionally exposed &amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   stripped off in the hall of loneliness....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart aches with the invincible pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; as i cant stop thinking of U ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;----Is this a symbol of silent pain ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111980167233983079?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111980167233983079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111980167233983079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engineering College :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Place where you're punished for getting good HSC marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senior: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;guys who got ragged as junior and wanna get some payback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresher :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Guy who has to ask where the canteen is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really Dumb Fresher :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Guy who asks a senior where the canteen is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really Really Dumb fresher :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy who follows the senior to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ragging :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the unfortunate fate of the previous idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evasive action :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watch the juniors when any seniors come nearby. (No one runs faster than a fresher. NO ONE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After two years in Engineering, anything remotely female qualifies for that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Principal :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Biggest idiot on campus. Unfortunately also the most powerful idiot on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lectures :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; waste of time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tutions :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what you take when you don't waste enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person paid to put students to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practical :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 60 to 90 minutes in which boys discuss Pamela Anderson's , Sushmita Sen's assets, watch the girls do your experiment, and usually destroy a considerable array of lab equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopeless Practical :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The practical in which there are no girls in your group (simply look blankly at each other, fiddle with the equipment, and finally copy the readings. from the girls of course...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what you feel when the prof who's signature you forged on the journal hesitates to turn the page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irony :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The guy who copied your entire paper passes and you flunk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111945187321695456?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111945187321695456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111945187321695456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111945187321695456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111945187321695456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/college-life.html' title='College life...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111932799677594011</id><published>2005-06-20T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:26:36.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My disturbing train of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Iam a very normal gal but sumtimes i have such weird thoughts abt myself tht i cant overcome the feeling tht i am also a human being who will have emotions ....infact i give a lot of importance to my frnds n to the ppl whom i love ...n aim quite happy the way ppl around me treat me....infact  on 19th i wished a uncle ( my frnds tauji ) as he doesnt have children so i wished him on father's day saying tht &lt;em&gt;"main aapki beti jaisi hoon so iam wishing u "&lt;/em&gt; then he replied to me saying tht &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" how sweet of u , tum beti jaisi nahi , beti hi hoo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n i was soo happy to hear tht....infact if i dont meet  shruti's family for one week ...everybody in their family keep asking "pinky ko kya hua , ghar bhi nahi aarahi hai..kuch bhukhaar hogaya kya , is she feeling well or not ? " infact everybody at their place loves me a lot....they keep saying tht i dont have any pretensions ....tht is wat they like abt me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen her nani n her mausi's came to hyd ..i met them only twice n within 2 days i became soo close to them n wen they were leaving back to their places ...all of them were saying ki wenver i come to north india ( all mausi's nani resides in north india) i shud just call them n they will come n pick me frm station ....how sweet of them.....frankly i become close not only to frnds but also to their families n they treat me as their own kid....even now wenver they call up my frnd they keep asking abt me ..how is pinky n ask her to come to delhi, mathura n dehradhun to stay at their place.....i feel sooo happy wenever anybody thinks abt me in tht way ...truly iam blessed with tht kinda friendly attitude towards everyone .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is fine....wen evr i think abt anybody ...i am a gud frnd n if required i can do anything for the ppl i love ...but wen it comes to my own feelings n emotions i just cant acknowledge them ....sumhow i try to suppress them ...as if iam not supposed to think n have emotions......i have confidence to do any kinda work  or any duty but wen it comes to my heart n my feelings ...i go down in confidence ......i try to make everybody happy n can go to any lengths to ensure tht my frnds n my ppl r happy ....but sumtimes i run away frm my own feelings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Many things happen for the first time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (this is the line which i love the most or do i hate ...i dunno ..... ) .....but i keep analysing my own feelings.....sumtimes thinking is gud but i think n analyse my own feelings to death tht no longer they contain to have emotions n i keep thinking as to wat others mite think abt me, if they dont take my words in a positive way or whetehr i shud talk to tht person or not .....whether they will think positive abt me or not ...or they end up thinking tht im not a gud girl......i know iam not soo bad ...but wat if the other person doesnt have a positive outlook abt me ...i get apprehensive for no reason......sumtimes i express  my feelings but then i repent for expressing my feelings thinking tht i shudnt get fascinated or i am not having the right to have emotions ...then i think wats wrong in having emotions ..after all even iam a human being....i think iam sounding oxymoron .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work diligently , i try my best to keep up the promises n my duties but i dont understand y cant i think tht iam a  girl n i have the right to dream abt gud things in life....sumhow it always daunts me ....n i always have a negative feeling towards myself ....as if iam the only one bad n everybody else is gud ....i guess i need to have a &lt;em&gt;attitude makeover&lt;/em&gt; ....so tht i start acknowledging my own feelings n thinking tht gud things too happen to me...n wen the destiny has a map for me i shud realise it n keep cool n leave everything else to cosmos ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111932799677594011?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111932799677594011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111932799677594011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111932799677594011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111932799677594011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-disturbing-train-of-thoughts.html' title='My disturbing train of thoughts'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111916179055483426</id><published>2005-06-18T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:51:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Father - the head of the family....who always struggles selflessly to give all the comforts to his family. he sacrifices his own desires only to ensure tht his children r happy n their desires r fulfilled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad u r my ideal hero for me....the way u struggled to make sure ur children n wife get all the best things of the world....indeed our family has grown frm rags to riches ...n tht was possible only bcoz of ur relentless hardwork n love ...I can nver forget how u manged to travel hours together in buses n trains only to see me wen i was in hostel...n to get me the home cooked food so tht atleast once in fifteen days i wud have had home cooked food n snacks.....though u wud feel tired travelling for soo many hours still u nver made me feel tht u were tired of travelling ....always u had tht priceless smile on ur face ...n all my frnds were jealous tht i had such a gr88 father who travels such lonng distances only to see her daughter happy....though u had ur posting at one place n mom n sis wud reside at sum other place n me stayed at hostel at different place ...still u managed to come n see me....every month or so......I wud wait soo anxiously for the weekend so tht i can meet u ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U always encouraged me n supported me in all my decisions ....the way u encouraged me n gave confidence wenever i was deppressed ....i still have the letters which u n mom have written only to boost me at every corner of the day ....though i have become 22 u still consider me as a kid....even for my CAT exam n few other management exams ...wen u came along with me to the exam center ....tht time i wud feel little fidgety ..thinking tht all other students wud feel tht iam still kid who is accompanied by her father ....but tht kinda feeling wud b there for sum time but later i wud feel very happy n my frnds wud say how lucky Pinky is tht even now her father accompanies her to her exams....how sweet of her dad....i wud b cloud nine wenever i wud hear tht....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i forget the times wen u always saved me frm mom's bashes...wen i did few silly things n mom wud b pissed off with me and u wud always b there to support me ...n we together wud become one team n make mom feel tht she is a weaker team n make her feel more pissed off.....o gawdd i love troubling my mom sumtimes in silly ways ....(ofcourse not seriously..just for fun)&lt;br /&gt;Wenever any of our relatives wud say to u : ooo u have two daughters, no sons....sad....but then instantly u wud reply saying tht Pinky is the ladka of our home...saying tht Pinky  not only  takes care of household work but also  the outside work too....so those few lines wud b make me feel tht iam on cloud nine...I hope to continue my work diligently n fulfill my responsibilities perfectly n always spread happiness n love ...n make u feel proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u Dad no matter where i go ....i will always cherish those sweet memories .....Happy Father's Day , Dad .&lt;br /&gt;We love u Dad....frm Pinky n Bably...( your two sweet little daughters )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111916179055483426?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111916179055483426/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-111876966507328909</id><published>2005-06-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:21:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 most annoying situations...</title><content type='html'>Today was a sleeping day.....i haven't done much just lazing around n was little annoyed with the sify net ...since morning there was sum sify server problem...so no net through out the day .......just thought of writing the ten most annoying situations in my life till date....ofcourse the count of ten is quite less as there r hazaar annoying things so  picking up just ten most things was bit tuf for me....but anywasy here they r ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) After my hands become coated with grease or any dirt , my nose begin to itch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Wen iam in a damn hurry n sumthing slips frm my hand , it will roll into the least accessible corner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Wen iam in the bathroom , then the telephone rings...( always rings at the perfect time......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Wen i try to prove someone tht sumthing is not working , it surely works tht time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Wen iam online n chatting with sumbody seriously , my relatives drop in right at tht moment or there will b power cut........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Wen iam desperate to send an e-mail to my frnds, my pathetic net connection shows its true colors....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)Wen iam in the bank , i change the queues n the one which i left starts to move faster than the one iam standing....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) While watching a thriller in the theater , the seat beside me will b occupied by a naughty pesky child who keeps his mouth on all the time with his incessant questions abt everything .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) (Recently) while attending the weddings all the old grannys think its their prerogative n discuss sum crap n find matches n keep saying "yours next" .......(most irritating )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Wen all my family members r watching sumthing seriously or having dinner , my dad cell rings n keeps on n on n on....his talk continues for atleast 20 to 30 mins....by then everybody will b ready to attack my dad verbally.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse they r many many annoying things...but i guess these were the ten most things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111876966507328909?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111876966507328909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111876966507328909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111876966507328909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111876966507328909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-most-annoying-situations.html' title='10 most annoying situations...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111868458159724585</id><published>2005-06-13T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:43:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats ur Love type ?</title><content type='html'>Just saw this on sum blog so was prompted by my mind to take this quiz ...here r the results...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF9AD3"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Love Type: INFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC3E5"&gt;The Protector&lt;br /&gt;In love, you strive to have the perfect relationship.For you, sex is nearly a spiritual experience, a bonding of souls.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you have high expectations for any relationship you're in.However, you tend to hold back a part of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENTP and ENFP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#F6B6FF"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Love Type: ISFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FAD4FF"&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quietly intense, devoted, and tend too hold on too long.For you, sex is a way to get closer - and a way to take care of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are altruistic and eager to please your sweetie.However, you tend to also be non-confrontational and secretly frustrated with relationship issues.&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ESTP or ESFP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#C5ABFF"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Love Type: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5D9FF"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give your all and feel guilty when relationships fail.For you, sex is not seperate from love and caring.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are humorous, giving, and motivational.However, you tend to be over-protective and critical of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INFP or ISFP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF9AD3"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #4 Love Type: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC3E5"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#F6B6FF"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #5 Love Type: INTJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FAD4FF"&gt;The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to be very private and withdrawn - even when things are going well.For you, sex is important in a happy relationship. Less important when things aren't going well.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are confident, intelligent, and serious about commitment.However, you tend to hold back and not show your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFP and ENTP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111868458159724585?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111868458159724585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111868458159724585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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since morning....well.....this poem was written by me ten days back....2day i felt like reading it again ...so wanted to put it in my main blog...( my mind cudnt get an apt title so this is a titleless poem ....but i guess "Missing him" will b ok kinda title for this....lets c ....) so here it is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart missed the beat wen u struck my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amidst the chaos u came as a breeze of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n made my world bloom in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U filled my solitary nights with passion n love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as my love for u was flowing in my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to swim the blue sea of love with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; but things went different.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U left me in the valley of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for i was confused n withered in ur love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought u wud miss me .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seems i was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but my hope nver fades as i missed u a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n hope u will return to me as mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Pinky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111868011615400957?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111868011615400957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111868011615400957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the evening.....dad asked me to make tea for him...as i make the best tea....usually iam very careful regarding the kitchen work ...n i made tea n gave it to my dad n dad was busy doing his office work in the hall .....mom , nani, n sis were in my bedroom just talking sumthing......i was in the hall reading a book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After switching off the stove i came back n started reading the book....suddenly i lifted my head n i cud see sum image of the flames on the wall tiles of the kitchen n i was shocked , then i went inside the kitchen n to my utter shock i cud see the dusting cloth caught fire n was burning ........i dunno how it caught fire , bcoz after pouring tea in a cup n i switched off the stove n the&lt;br /&gt;dusting cloth was near the stove but i cudnt see tht it caught a little flame.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely in a shocked state ....wen i saw the dusting cloth was already three-fourth burnt ....i didnt know wat to do....for a moment i was in such a trance state ..my mind went blank...i thought if i shout n call mom...iam finished , as my mom is very scared of such things n more than me she will b scared n big hungama will happen n the discussion wud continue for 2 days properly .......so i had to handle tht without involving anybody .......i just tld my dad tht this happened ...as my dad always supports me....then i poured the water n put down the fire, then i removed all the burnt cloth pieces n i swept the floor n again cleaned it with water so tht even the traces of it dont remain .........i had to dispose of tht remaining unburnt cloth n ashes .......i had to do all this within 3 mins...as mom can enter the kitchen any moment .......n mom was asking frm my room as wat happened , why i was running so furiously ...i tld her tht i burnt little tea n tea got spilled on the floor so i was just cleaning it ....infact wen i tld this lie only,, mom was upset little n asked me wenever i switch off the stove , i shud make it a point to switch off the cylinder even.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i wudnt have seen tht flame... disaster wud have happened ....bcoz if two more mins wud have passed without me watching tht flame...as the dusting cloth was quite near to the cylinder n the cylinder was not off n if cylinder wud have got fire .........everything wud have finished ..........luckily God saved us....i saw tht flame right on time n put the fire down ..........then to remove the burnt cloth odour frm the kitchen i had to spray the room freshner n did wat not ...n all this i had to do secretly so tht mom wont ask why am i spraying soo much....i tld her a lie ...iam guilty abt it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam usually very careful regarding any kitchen work .... infact wen i switch off the stove i usually recheck whether i switched off properly or not.....but 2day i dunno wat the hell was i thinking ..n after switching off the stove i didnt recheck it n gawddddd...now even if i think of it , iam shivering............now i feel soo guilty abt it...if sumthing like , the cylinder wud have blasted......... n i cant even imagine the consequences.........thank god nothing of tht sort happened except tht i got a little scratch on my finger ( but thts a minor thing)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam feeling soo guilty abt all tht ........but sumtimes mistakes happen ........now this is a lesson for me so tht wenver i enter the kitchen i shud b double careful n shudn't think much other than wat iam doing .........Thank God . God saved me n my family.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111858989221815318?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111858989221815318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111858989221815318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111858989221815318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111858989221815318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/terrible-accidentbut-god-saved-me.html' title='A Terrible accident....but God saved me'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111851281008357041</id><published>2005-06-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:05:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantically yours...</title><content type='html'>well i cudnt get any title for this post so just kept watever struck my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my relatives place n then head onto temple ..the temple is situated at little distance frm my place , a gud odd 20 mins drive ...the best part is the road leading to the temple is quite gud ....a smooth highway kinda road ....military area sneaks in btw ....so while going it was a normal drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lonng time since i did any bhajan so today i had a nice opportunity for tht , so me , my sis n dad had a nice spiritual retreat ...n it became little late .. n we started around 10:10 n then i was on my pep n i tell u , this was the one of the best drives i've ever had .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was sooo cool n sooo romantic ,......the cool breeze n the traffic very extinct so i hardly had to put a brake ...n i was crazily singing n driving ...taking few cuts n curves .....ofcourse dad n sis were on their bike n i was njoying my drive all alone on my bike ............woooooooooooow it was jsut awesome ......iam sure the ppl on the road if et all they observed my craziness they wud have surely thought me as an insane girl....the way i was singing (ofcourse not very loudly...) but then driving soo crazily ...gawddd ...for a moment one zen fellow was staring at me as to wat happened to me...why the hell ami driving like a crazy gal.....though i had taken my helmet but didnt put on while coming as i wanted the sweet n cool breeze to kiss my cheeks n the slight drizzling was an icing on the cake ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a longg time i felt only one thing was missing : a partner , seriously i nver missed anybody like tht but 2day while driving i missed my dream boy ( ofcourse who is still in dreams) soo much...felt little romantic ...it wud b soo gud if i had but anyways driving alone is also a joy in itself ....so no regrets , and no sad feelings.....lekin dil bhi kitna nadan hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i came home one more movie treat was waiting for me... was watching DDLJ...n my fav song was being played while i was having dinner ....well i love the lyrics of the song...Naa jane mere dil ko kya ho gaya........the lyrics r just soo gud .. it expresses the love for tht person n then how she feels sad wen he is not around n the way she longs to meet him once again....i love the lyrics of this song a lotttttt.....here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Mere Dil Ko Kya Ho Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Abhi To Yahin Tha Abhi Kho Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Mere Dil Ko Kya Ho Gaya (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Gaya Hai Tujhka To Pyaar Sajna&lt;br /&gt;Laakh Karle Tu Inkaar Sajna (2)&lt;br /&gt;Dildar Sajna Hai Ye Pyaar Sajna (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekha Na Tune Mudke Bhi Peechhe&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh Der To Main Ruka Tha&lt;br /&gt;Jab Dil Ne Tujhko Rokna Chaaha&lt;br /&gt;Door Tu Ja Chuka Tha&lt;br /&gt;Hua Kya&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaana&lt;br /&gt;Ye Dil Kyon&lt;br /&gt;Deewana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Gaya Hai Tujhka To Pyaar Sajna&lt;br /&gt;Laakh Karle Tu Inkaar Sajna (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay Vakt Rukja Thamja Thaharja&lt;br /&gt;Vaapas Zara Daud Peechhe&lt;br /&gt;Main Chhod Aayi Khud Ko Jahan Pe&lt;br /&gt;Vo Reh Gaya Mod Peechhe&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Main&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Tu&lt;br /&gt;Ye Kaisa&lt;br /&gt;Hai Jaadu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arre Ho Gaya Hai Tujhka To Pyaar Sajna&lt;br /&gt;Laakh Karle Tu Inkaar Sajna&lt;br /&gt;Ho Gaya Hai Tujhka To Pyaar Sajna (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Mere Dil Ko Kya Ho Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Abhi To Yahin Tha Abhi Kho Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Kho Gaya . ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....i got to watch the movie for sum more time n then sleep ..im little tired.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111851281008357041?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111851281008357041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111851281008357041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111851281008357041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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reasonable nooo infact cheap rates u get really gud stuff.....amazingly gud clothes ....n she had been to mathura too so she brought me a nice wall hanging : a glass one with radha krishna as a background pic....woooow it was too gud n she even brought me a nice cool trouser frm delhi....a veryy sweet one but mom felt it was little short but then as long as it suits me ..its fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me just longing to go to delhi now , atleast for shopping n i guess the palika bazaar n sarojini bazaar ( she tld me abt those bazaars) n even my maasi had been to north india trip ten days back n even she brought a cool white top....which is sooo gud on me...i just love tht.......i hope to go to delhi soon ..but i guess it will b only after 2 yrs ..once i finish my MBA ...but anyways i wud love to go to delhi....only for shopping ...as i cant leave HYD n settle sumwhere else... i jsut love this city.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt now i guess i got to leave to meet my relatives n then go to mandir .......so got to go .....hope i'll back soon ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111849653193447429?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111849653193447429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111849653193447429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111849653193447429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111849653193447429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/met-my-frnd.html' title='Met my frnd'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111840083152719422</id><published>2005-06-10T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:53:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishtey</title><content type='html'>Kuch rishtey pal mein ban jate hain aur zindagi bhar ke liye reh jate hain..... pata hi nahi chalta ki kab yeh rishtey itne maine lagne lage zindagi mein.....waqt to beththa jata hai aur woh rishtey bus zindagi ke har ek panne mein buste chale jate hain...., unse judi hui har woh baath kabhi achi lagti hai aur kabhi jhooti lagti hai.......kitne saare sawaal maan main hoti hai....lekin koi jawaab nahi hota ....phir bhi dil baar baar usi sawaal ka jawaab dhoondhta hai.........ajeeb see ghabraahat hone lage hai...pata nahi kiska darr ya kiski talaash mein itna vichalith ho raha hai.......... aur agar woh pal hi naa hota , to woh rishtey bhi naa hote ...,lekin zindagi ka koi matlab hi nahi jis zindgai mein rishtey hi naa ho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch rishtey aise hote hain. jin par mausam ka rang jab chad jata hai to woh aur bhi mazbooth ho jate hain.... aur kuch rishtey aise hote hain jo dabe pauv aate hain aur mausam ke rang par apna rang jama jate hain............. Pata nahi kya ho raha hai...kuch acha lagta hai...aur kuch acha bhi nahi lagta hai.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno sumtimes i am in such a overwrought state n then sumtimes i make myself emotionally detached ..........i feel sumtimes iam devoid of any emotion ...but i know whatever happens , happens for a reason and i shud accept tht n move on in life ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of soo many uncertainities n it is jam packed with paradoxes n one nver knows wat will happen next ..........but the quest to know the real truth is always high .........gawddddddd i dunno wat my heart n mind is upto ........sumtimes these feelings just sprang frm the bottom of my heart n make me soo confused abt everything ...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111840083152719422?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111840083152719422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111840083152719422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111840083152719422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111840083152719422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/rishtey.html' title='Rishtey'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111823680954343856</id><published>2005-06-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:20:09.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Oops!!! its Eraser</title><content type='html'>Today my brother (my maasi's son) had come home n was irritating me with his incessant questions abt everything under the sun .....so to put an end to his blabber i gave him a paper n pencil to draw sumthing or play around with them... but after sum time he asked me akka i want a rubber ........i  burst out laughing very badly .....n poor guy he didnt understnad y the hell am i laughing like a person in an mental asyllum ........n then i asked him not to say rubber instead try saying Eraser which is more sophisticated ........but these little kids will always do the opposite of wat others say so he wanted a gud explanation and a reasonable answer as to y he shud say an eraser rather than rubber .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood is so pure n innocent tht v never realised tht there wud b soo many different meanings for one simple word .... as a child even i  used to say rubber in my school days but then the day i realised tht it means sumthing more than just erasing things frm the paper ...( u know wat i mean .......) was like a shock .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i brought a nice cute ball in an exhibition n wen my frnds saw tht in my room ... all of them had a glint in their eye n were smiling in such a disgusting manner tht i didnt realise WTH they were thinking .........i brought tht jus to play around like a small kid......thts it ......but seriosuly our minds r totally corrupted in such a way tht it can nver think in a straight way ....always have to think in a sinuous way .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aulthood is fully adulterated n iam no exception to this, so now if i hear the word rubber or ball or pussy cat or any other trivial words my mind first thinks of the perverted meaning n then comes the real literal meaning to those simple words...... ofcourse this doesnt happen always but then most of the times i do tend to think in a crooked way .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see any chances of my mind traversing the path of innocence again so got to deal with this adulterated mind till i die..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111823680954343856?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111823680954343856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111823680954343856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111823680954343856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111823680954343856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/rubber-oops-its-eraser.html' title='Rubber Oops!!! 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When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5645" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111798633828294033?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111798633828294033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111798633828294033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111798633828294033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111798633828294033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-die-at-74.html' title='I&apos;ll die at 74 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PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111797672130185780?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111797672130185780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111797672130185780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111797672130185780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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couch-potato............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes i think fifty years ahead like wats gonna happen later in life , whether iam living upto the mark n will i b able to fulfill my desires n at the same time responsiblities wisely or not then sumtimes i am completely carefree n think only abt wats happening around me rt now n wats afoot , everything else is just like a dust which will settle later sumhow so why bother now ......n i guess i just need a morsel of confidence to keep my spirits high ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind races mile a minute n my heart keeps in pace with my mind and i dunno whether its a gud or bad thing but i get allured to like minded souls n unconventional things like offbeat art which will surely feed my fire..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess iam jus talking abt sum mindless n meaningless talk which iam not able to figure it out as to wat iam blogging ....so let me end it n take a nice drive which will bring back me to my senses.... till then bye......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111788998645213975?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111788998645213975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111788998645213975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111788998645213975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111788998645213975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/06/pinky-in-bubbly-mood.html' title='Pinky in bubbly mood...............'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111752947218882077</id><published>2005-06-01T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:57:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugging u</title><content type='html'>Nothing is coming to my mind getting bugged up with everything around me ....n just then i found this sweet bugging song...click here to hear tht &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.tapuz.co.il/forums/8572800.swf"&gt;Bugging U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111752947218882077?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-12393373.post-111752627938565986</id><published>2005-05-31T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:15:10.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My best frnd got married last yr n unfortunately she had a bitter deal with marr. ......n now she has a baby n now she realised tht wat a blunder she has done marrying a wrong person who hardly can b considered a good person forget abt a good husband he cant even b termed as a gud human being ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful girl n he was a bulldog (literally) .....ok... even i agree looks never matter in any relationship but then atleast husband shud take care of his wife n not treat her as an object jus to satisfy his urges n desires .........his mind was full of crap thigs n only thing he wanted is a wife who wud dance to his tunes n moods in short a puppet in his hands...n my frnd did all tht she cud do to make him happy n was a perfect wife n bahu .......but everytime he wud doubt her n make her helpless n tortured her in all possible ways. she suffered all this for one full yr ..... n now its like she is bugged up with her life n she jus hates the word marriage n now she hates men like hell.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i have seen her suffering in tht way n all the hue n cry of tht ,her parents getting worried for their child ...... the suffering jus cant b described in words ....but then all of them supported her n she is a bold girl ......n me being her best frnd she shares all her feelings n misery .....n i feel soo sad for her n i cant do anything but give her the support n confidence tht life is still beautiful n god is jus testing her n she got to swim a ocean of suffering n reach the shore successfully..........n her parents n frnds r there to support her in tht sruggle...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder y does God test gud ppl n y there is a gud amount of share of difficulties n tragedy in a gud person's fate .........only bcoz the person is gud n tries to make everybody around happy ...he has to go thru soo many obstacles in his life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a famous quote says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"90 % of your happiness in life depends on wat kind a person u r marrying" .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ofcourse this is always a debatable topic but then wen one gets married y cant a man think tht it takes a lot for a woman to lead all her life with a person whom she hardly knows......( in a love marr. she will know tht person for sumtime may b for an yr or a couple of yrs but even then jsu knowing the person for few yrs n then giving all her life just to make him happy n treat his family as her own n helping him setting up his own family.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not at all easy for a woman to leave her parents place where she spent her one-third of her life in such a carefree way n then going to a completely new place adjusting to everything frm salt to sauce , n communicating to all new different ppl n not only adjusting to the new environment , she has to make sure she spreads the happiness n love n create a very beautiful n serene atmosphere where the sweetness of relationships r njoyed n she shud b a pillar of strength to her family wen required n maintain all her relationships with every other person of her family n with the ppl related to her family........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this process she has to sacrifice her own desires n wishes jus to make sure her family is running smoothly , n every person in the family is happy ....at sum point of time she has to let go her ego n self respect too , but she nver bothers abt herself as long as she feels her family is happy n satisfied...... right after marriage she has to take care of her husband n his parents n shud make sure she satisfies them with her work n her mannerisms n culture n then after the birth of the children she has to take care of them , shud make sure they get the best food n she inculcates all the gud qualities in them so tht they lead a successful n happy life , shud teach them the morals which a human needs n in one word she dedicates her life to a person who just ties one thread called &lt;strong&gt;"Mangalsutra"&lt;/strong&gt; n she just has to follow him wherever he takes her without questioning him ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse she will b happy to dedicate her life to a person, if tht person understands her , cares her , loves her n who wud understnd her jus like a gud frnd does....... she just expects a little tender love n affection frm the ppl around her to convince herself tht she made a gud decision by marrying tht person .......he mite not b a perfect man but she will think he is perfect for her .........n tht wud make her life worth of it ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter now-a-days a woman is taking her career seriously n who can balance both professional n personal life ...............but at the end of the day her personal life wud win the hands over her professional life ....... bcoz after all she is a Woman at heart , who has basic emotions n wud crave for those.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam proud to b a girl n wud soon transform myself into a Woman n i hope to lead my life successfully n make everybody around happy..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111752627938565986?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111752627938565986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111752627938565986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111752627938565986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111752627938565986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/marriage-blues.html' title='Marriage Blues'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111771317880679842</id><published>2005-05-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:52:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless comedy</title><content type='html'>Had a nice treat frm my frnds on the weekend , had a heavy lunch at Nanking ( but the service was  pathetic n so was the menu ...) but cudnt help so had to compromise on tht n swore to myself tht will nver again visit tht place .........&lt;br /&gt;           then v headed straight to Prasads ( was not et all planned ) n was completely confused as to wat to c ??? then after taking the advice of my few frnds sincerely went ahead to watch Kya kool hai hum .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Right after watching it for half an hour i felt like kicking my frnds for encouraging me to watch tht mindless comedy by saying the movie is funny n chalega type........seriously it was a movie full of nonsense jokes full of crap n nothing but a flesh show n can b termed a soft p*** movie.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot seems so silly to even hear tht kinda storyline.... n shud nver watch such movies along with parents nor with the kids n answering their incessant questions wud definately b a herculean task .........&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;The movie completely concentrates only on finding the balls n desperate use of the eleventh finger n girls wear nothing except a bikini kinda dress whether it is a disco or a re-union party or to a restaurant ...........just cant digest soo much of so called modernism .........n to top everything audience shud believe tht a normal man turns into a serial killer only to get noticed by the ppl......ridiculously stupid ....................but ofcourse it is surely a treat for the boys to relieve their stress on a weekend ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt those K serials r far better by Ekta kapoor than watching the movie produced by her ............well all in all njoyed the time spent with my frnds after longgg time n was competely tired  with the headache i got after watching a disgusting movie .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-12393373.post-111725517553854380</id><published>2005-05-27T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:39:35.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My few lines...</title><content type='html'>past  2 days were jus spent thinking many trivial as well as serious issues n as usual my mind went astray n went completely blank then thought of experimenting sumthing with Pen n finally landed up writing sumthing very trivial .... but i got a nice feedback frm my frnds so thought of keeping them neatly in an organised manner.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           so u can view those lines written by me here ------&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://randomscript.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Random thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111725517553854380?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111725517553854380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111725517553854380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111725517553854380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111725517553854380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-few-lines.html' title='My few lines...'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111710311553672475</id><published>2005-05-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T07:18:37.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday the weather was tooo gud so i have written few lines (hopefully can call it a poem) , which i haven't written anything remotely relating to romantic poems or articles or anything which can b considered as romantically sweet in my life.....................&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i haven't experienced anything like a True Love as of yet , but jus then yesterday few desires were awakened n made me think abt my dream boy who is still in my dreams , hopefully i meet him soon in reality rather than in dreams ... n i penned down few lines ( the first Poem of my life .....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                               About U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wake up thinking abt U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleep dreaming abt U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I nver knew i was so addicted to U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to meet U sumday to show U how much i care abt U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U started filling the vast hollow spaces in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which were untouched for eons........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n started the impulsive thinking by my neurons....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world is rich n beautiful ... alive with ur sweet talk....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;each moment shared with U is filled with delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which is echoed thru ur passionate talk .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ur like a spark of light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which illuminated my soul......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;each word uttered by U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;causes ripples in my heart .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day after day Week after week &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart ponders abt U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way U touched my soul with grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n made me feel like a girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much i feel for U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wen i talk to U &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems so simple &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet so complex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pure n true feelings abt U nver sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n i always wake up beside U..................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Pinky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hope this is considered as a poem n this is dedicated to my dream boy .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111710311553672475?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111710311553672475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111710311553672475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111710311553672475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111710311553672475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-u.html' title='About U'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111694920658598096</id><published>2005-05-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:45:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longgg drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me n two of my frnds planned to head out to Chilkur Balaji temple which is quite far frm my place of residence n we started out at 5:45 in the morning n then had a nice longg drive n reached the temple around 7:30 n then started the real fun ..... but the drive on highway in the morning was a heaven , going on a long drive with frnds is absolutely fascinating n it gives me a sense of freedom when i drive my pep njoying the nature's cool breeze just palying with my hair , watching the greenery on either sides of the road n hardly using any brakes of my vehicle bcoz of the scanty traffic on tht roads ,, woowww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our 108 pradakshina at 8:00 and it was no fun in such a crowded place n finally finsihed up the race after 3 solid hrs.........v actually nver expected to b soo crowded being a tuesday n above all in summer but then later v realised tht yesterday the Eamcet results were out so most of the crowd consisted of only parents who were fulfilling their mannaths .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat pissed me off in btw was a few couples(ofcourse not official ones jus bf n gf) were acting soo silly , as if they came to the temple jus to show others how much they love their respective bfs n gfs , even while doing the rounds no need of catching each other n doing tht stuff , gawddd , n then giggling n smiling as if they came out on a first date or havent seen each other of yrs n distracting others ... i really dont understnd tht knida logic wats makes such couples move soo closely or rather intimately in such public places or atleast in temples where u got to maintain little discipline (ofcourse iam not against love , even i do crave for tht but tht shud b limited to a certain extent) n the worst thing was to c girls wear jeans n come to the temples...i mean dressed up as if they r abt to go to sum disco ..........(i do love wearing jeans but not to temples)......... ok .. i am not against it but then atleast to holy places y dress up in a provocative manner which will attract others (obviously boys) attention , instead dress up in a decent dignified manner which looks gud to such holy places ....n the gud old aunty's wearing heavy jewellery (psst......in summers......) as if they came to temple only to showcase their jewellery n their heavy embroidery sarees ...........&lt;br /&gt;but then it all depends on their individual choice ( andaz apna apna) so these r just my views so not offending anybody ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we were back by 2 in the afternoon driving all the way for abt 1.5 hrs continuosuly in this hot summer (but anyday Hyd summers r far better than any other place) .....n then was completely tired n baked up properly in the hotttt sun n came back home with grilled faces with the extra redness n extra dust n sweat n wat not .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i had fun with my frnds , hope to njoy many more longg drives , and njoy the life to the max.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111694920658598096?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111694920658598096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111694920658598096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111694920658598096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111694920658598096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/longgg-drive.html' title='Longgg drive'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111676776541588246</id><published>2005-05-22T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T06:59:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As it's a sunday i had a nice Family lunch together with gr88 tasty currys ( my Mom makes the best currys) but alas! i have a very baddddd appetite but sumhow managed to taste few currys jus to make my mom happy n njoyed it to the max. but ofcourse my dad's cell continuously ringing spoilt a little but then it was a lonnggg time since v had a family lunch ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time progressed had a nice nap n then its only on sundays my parents get to tlak or discuss sumthing so as usual started off with the general ramblings regarding the finances then went on n on , on sum trivial topics to the most scariest topics like the elder daughters marriage(i.e. mine)..........God blessed me 2day as i didnt get hyper n good heavens i ended the topic in a rather decent way rather than an acrimonious yelling .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem peeks in bcoz i cant say (or mayb dont want to say it now) to my parents tht i dont want to get married to any person jus bcoz i got to settle sumday ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna marry a guy who has esteem ( i dont mean the car ) n who is ignorant to the bad world called "EGO" .. n who can b more like a frnd rather than a spouse ... n who can b a friend for life ........ no matter wat he shud first b my Best frnd then may b spouse ............ n such simple compatability factor will suffice n everything else doesnt matter et all......... ofcourse iam yet to find a person who can b my frnd for a lifetime....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i do believe in love marriage n also in arranged marr. ( i know i sound crazy ) , but then love marr. is for everybody other than me bcoz i think love is only for dogs or for the lucky ones n iam neither of them so i dont have any hopes of me falling in love or may b i shud say i dont have hopes tht sumbody will fall for me...... but at the same time i dont want to do an arranged marr. where in i get married to a complete stranger n spend rest of my life acc to his tastes n his lifestyle ....(ofcourse it doesnt happen always but surely happens most of the times in an arranged one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam confident enuf to handle my personal family life n also professional life in equanimity , as i believe in the bottom line tht &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A WOMAN MAKES A HOME" &lt;/strong&gt;n if ever i got to make a choice btw my career n family i wud definately go for a marital bliss n wud make few sacrifices ( not at the cost of my self respect (mind u there is a huge difference btw ego n self respect ) to ensure tht my family life runs smoothly as i wanna b the best daughter &amp; daughter-in-law, best sister &amp;amp; sister-in-law &amp; a best wife above all a best frnd n a best human being around ...... n i hope to find my soulmate either thru love or thru arranged ... n wud like to end the post with a nice song (ofcourse a little sad but a lovely song ) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                  " Sabki baratein ayen doli tu bhi laana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                       dulhan banake humko rajaji lee jaana .............." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111676776541588246?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111676776541588246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111676776541588246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111676776541588246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111676776541588246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-musings.html' title='Sunday musings'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111674193868843568</id><published>2005-05-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:40:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppie! they gave my correct age !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ummmmm. never expected they wud reveal my age so accurately !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 22 Yrs Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111674193868843568?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111674193868843568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111674193868843568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111674193868843568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111674193868843568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/yuppie-they-gave-my-correc_111674193868843568.html' title='Yuppie! they gave my correct age !!!!!'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111649000145909293</id><published>2005-05-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:12:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pretty Boy</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing the net after a longg spree of shopping in the hot sun n cud find a veryy sweet animated song .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes the link :             &lt;a href="http://jcnp.pku.edu.cn/~lhf/swf/fff.swf"&gt;Pretty boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111649000145909293?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111649000145909293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111649000145909293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111649000145909293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111649000145909293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-pretty-boy.html' title='My Pretty Boy'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111641425711659624</id><published>2005-05-18T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T04:10:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Forgive me</title><content type='html'>Jus got a forward in my mail box n found it veryyyyy cute .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link ---------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a href ="http://photos9.flickr.com/14202069_f2222190b5_o.jpg"&gt; And Forgive me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111641425711659624?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111641425711659624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111641425711659624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111641425711659624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111641425711659624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-forgive-me.html' title='And Forgive me'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111614722484335001</id><published>2005-05-15T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:12:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are a lot of lessons we can learn abt life frm Cinderella :&lt;br /&gt;read this article longggg back , but always read this many times to boost my self-confidence n re-install few feelings which used to fade away as time passed ........ well here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINDERELLA, as beautiful inside as out, is left at the mercy of her malicious stepmother and two step-sisters upon the death of her father. They treat her like a maid. The king throws the bash of the millennium. Of course, Cinderella isn't invited. Evil step-relations exploit her considerably artistic skills to help them doll up for the big event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enters Fairy Godmother, an Old World fashion consultant-cum-magician who magically transforms &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella&lt;/strong&gt; into &lt;strong&gt;Claudia Schiffer&lt;/strong&gt; in a &lt;strong&gt;Valentino dress&lt;/strong&gt;. A random pumpkin becomes a&lt;strong&gt; Porsche&lt;/strong&gt; and Cinderella races to the ball....&lt;br /&gt;The Prince gets one look at Cinderella and forgets abt all the other girls in the kingdom . At midnight Cinderella leaves, as per the Fairy Godmother's orders. She's in such a rush tht she doesn't retrieve the glass slipper that has fallen frm her foot .&lt;br /&gt;The Prince is devastated by her departure . He sends his assistants all over town with the glass slipper, looking for Cinderella . They go door to door, chanting . " If thee shoe fits, he will commit"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to b a millionaire.But the slipper fits only Cinderella. The prince rushes to her fireside and whisks her off to live happily ever after ......&lt;br /&gt;This is wat every kid or can say every person know abt the Cinderella story ............. but v forget tht .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella had the worst job in the city, but she did it &lt;strong&gt;diligently.&lt;/strong&gt; She didnt waste hours in useless rancour, letting bitterness and regret the work tht gave her an ulcer, bad skin, and deep brow furrows . She knew ' Cinder maid ' was just her job title, not her life description...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fairy godmother appeared Cinderella had the &lt;strong&gt;courage &lt;/strong&gt;to seize an opportunity to change . She didnt peer at the fairy godmaother suspiciously, snarling &lt;strong&gt;"Leave me to my cinders , I'm perfectly happy with my state of habitual discontent&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella knew she was worthy of happiness, despite a string of bad luck so long, a lesser woman wud have hanged herself with it. Once she arrived at the ball Cinderella didn't hide inside her pumpkin carriage, crying &lt;strong&gt;" But no one attends a party alone ! Everyone will think I'm a loser ! " She threw her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and marched in the door .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the prince asked her to dance, Cinderella did not shriek and run to the ladies' room to check her lipstick. She agrred to dance. At the stroke of midnight, she didn't cling to the prince's hand , crying " Save me frm my miserable life ! "She had the &lt;strong&gt;confidence &lt;/strong&gt;to know tht if he liked her, he'd come calling..&lt;br /&gt;which ofcourse he did. She knew the details of her relationship, trusting her own experience with her Man , not gossip. When the prince galloped up on his horse, Cinderella did not shout , " Hey man back off ! I can drive my own damn steed ! " She decided tht if it was important to him to whisk her off her feet , she'd let him whisk.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence &lt;strong&gt;" We shudn't let past bad luck cloud the vision of our brighter future. We shud have the courage to believe in a better life " ......................... &lt;/strong&gt;( and this is wat is required for me now not to mask my happiness with dirty depressed feelings).................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111614722484335001?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111614722484335001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111614722484335001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111614722484335001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111614722484335001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-is-fairytale.html' title='Life is a Fairytale'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111600912078510159</id><published>2005-05-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:14:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mood swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mood was off since morning and was really pissed off with everything n at home i was a touch me not kinda thing so nobody disturbed or messed with me (thank God !) else my mom wud surely spank me for shouting n yelling at the top of my voice . ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i was okk , n finally smiled n laughed came back to normal , jumping n dancing , owing to one of my frnd but he had to pay a price for tht .........felt veryyyy saddddd.. : ( his cell just felt like kissing the floor (well (dis)credit goes to me) n got spoilt , hope his cell works properly.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referred by him, the song by Green Day was irresistible, the lyrics were simply superb :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.umass.edu/jtieu/Music/Green%20Day%20-%2004%20-Boulevard%20Of%20Broken%20Dreams.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boulevard of broken dreams&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111600912078510159?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111600912078510159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Things which make my life worth living......</title><content type='html'>just to cheer up my mood i came with my list of things (dunno if its a complete one or not ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner at sum gud restaurant(but then none can beat home cooked food)&lt;br /&gt;my frnds (jus cant imagine life without frnds)&lt;br /&gt;shoppinggggggg&lt;br /&gt;hindi songs(especially the sad ones)&lt;br /&gt;pizzaaaas(veg) at pizza den (my mouth waters even at the thought of it)&lt;br /&gt;chocolate crunch at Vacs&lt;br /&gt;pani puri at roadside bandi waala&lt;br /&gt;the sweet pleasant smell of mud wen it rains&lt;br /&gt;the perpetual struggle to chase my dreams&lt;br /&gt;playing around with my camera (ofcourse still not a pro)&lt;br /&gt;playing crazily at beaches&lt;br /&gt;dream holiday (hope i make my dream come true very soon) in Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;decorating my room&lt;br /&gt;high speed internet connection&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes my put-on attitude (even kareena wud feel shy infront of me )&lt;br /&gt;India vs pakistan matches&lt;br /&gt;petty fights with my sis n mom&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least :True Love ( hope i deserve it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt now dont remember anything more .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111582136427337685?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111582136427337685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111582136427337685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111582136427337685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-12393373.post-111575045184809956</id><published>2005-05-11T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:15:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loner........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well.. right now my mood is soo confused (dont ask me abt wat ) bcoz i dunno wat is bothering me or making my mind go stray......&lt;br /&gt;i was watching Astitva on tv , n i like the lead role in it , the way she balances her life , she is not deterred by any situation or can say any worst case scenario ...always she makes up her mind to confront any situation n fight against all odds n makes sure she is always +ve in her thoughts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaash God wud have given me tht kinda strength to maintain my cool at most of the times&lt;br /&gt;bcoz sumtimes i get carried away by my imagination n fanatsies of my life going in a gr888 direction :my life boat sailing smoothly n then i tend to think how can life b soo fair towards me after all bad luck n pinky r blood relatives infact much more than tht, hence my boat hitting the hardest rocks .................&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i become calm n quiet , i retrieve into my own shell where i dont allow anybody to enter , n get engrossed in deep thoughts abt my future, my frnds, my relationships n most of all my values..... n the cycle of questioning n relflection continues for a long time n sumtimes gets really intensified btw my heart n my mind , sumtimes i crave for the attention frm a loved one n then i feel my b iam not worth it... im soo impatient at times n then i feel i can live a life of hermit but i cant live without my frnds ..........and obviously end result is a " More confused state " n a restless mind ............. n then analysing those thoughts n then thinking tht life isnt soo bad , trying to convince myself tht :" THE BEST IS EN-ROUTE " .............&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes i am so detached frm anything remotely relating to sentimentality , tht i keep myself away frm the happiness, atleast which i deserve ..... n then feel sad tht iam a loner .........but anyday n any point of time if anybody needs help or a shoulder to cry upon i never go back frm doing it , i can go to any extent to make my frnds (or ppl who r close) happy , i feel empathetic with respect to other persons problems or feelings ..... may b iam atleast a gud frnd to everybody whom i came across in my life till date n probably it mite a reason y i have gud number of frnds n they do have a nice regard for me .........but wen it comes to myself there is always a strong private streak where there r many things which i rarely discuss with anybody .............&lt;br /&gt;i hope i become little more +ve in my thought process , hope to reorganize my life n make many more dramatic changes which will lift my spirits , n wat ever i do its a breakthrough , as i keep re-inventing myself each day n " Grappling with diversity is an excellent teacher "..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111575045184809956?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111575045184809956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111575045184809956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111575045184809956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111575045184809956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&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/12393373-111562882355254196?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111562882355254196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111562882355254196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111562882355254196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111562882355254196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/wat-famous-leader-u-r-personality_09.html' title='Wat famous leader u r, Personality tests'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111553960435158874</id><published>2005-05-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:57:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The word Mother is undefinable , just cant put in words how a mother cares , her love for her children, the warmth, the love, the compassion, the support she gives for her family, n she relentlessly works to make her children n family happy, dedicates her whole life only to ensure her children shall get all the comforts n they get the best things in life ..... yet v children hardly understand her .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the best for me, i cudn't have asked anything better than her , n to me she is " The Most beautiful person n the Best Mom in the world " (ofcourse words fail to describe her ) ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me she is the pillar of strength n backbone of my family, cant even imagine wat life wud b without her , i look upto her for everything frm pin to plane . she taught me how to face the truth n speak truth no matter wat consequences arise later on .... i have imbibed strong cultural n moral values frm her .....n she always supported me in watever i did ... though i keep fighting with her (on everyday basis on sum petty issue), though on certain occasions v have opposite views still she loves me n i love her n she makes sure tht i dont get hurt n makes me understand wat is right n wat is wrong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me she is a shining angel and a guiding beacon thru thick n thin n for me she is always The Best Person in this world n i hope i never hurt her n i love her a lottttttttttt.watever i do to make u happy will alwasy b veryy less wen compared to ur love .....&lt;br /&gt;i surrender my life to u MOM .. I LOVE U A LOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111553960435158874?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111553960435158874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111553960435158874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111553960435158874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111553960435158874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111548338453110385</id><published>2005-05-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:16:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling boreddddddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well...... iam back to routine doing little domestic chores then again getting bored as usual ... nothing to do .. i hope the summer ends soon, n hope june peeps in fast , me eagerly waiting to study mba (i jsut hope the same kinda enthu stays for 2 longgg yrs so tht i finish my mba successfully ).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of my frnds left to their respective native places n me have to attend sum IMPORTANT marriage(acc. to my mom ) so had to stay back in Hyd ..... so now i have to keep myself busy (bcoz "idle mind is devils workshop" n my mind follows it religiously ).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now again iam glued to the comp. reading articles on net n cud get few one-liners which arrested my attention : (most of them have already read but felt like reading them again to get sum motivation n not to get distracted )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is impossible for nobody "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont give up till the end "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watever u dream u can achieve "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not....only believe "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never underestimate anyone (including urself ) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont b afraid of anyone .......live like a lion "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont miss Opportunities...... one has to take risks "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If all r against us then GOD is with us "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERY STEP IN LIFE IS A BATTLE TO BE FOUGHT " ( this is my fav one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to get sumthing v need to do sumthing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The importance of taking chances n risks to make dreams come true "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i hope i stay busy with sumthing or the other else my mind strays badly..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111548338453110385?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111548338453110385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111548338453110385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111548338453110385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111548338453110385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-boreddddddddddd.html' title='feeling boreddddddddddd'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111545613372420893</id><published>2005-05-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:55:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesum experience</title><content type='html'>I had a nice break frm my routine work n headed to visit my relatives n it was sucha gr888 experience .... truly an enchanting n memorable one ... it was almost 15 yrs back i stayed at their respective places n after such a longggggg time i had a chance to stay n njoy with my cousins ..... though i stayed for a very brief time , but i became sooo close to all of them  , it was like as if i was veryyyy close to them n usually visited them ...but then there were little stupid things which made them embarrassed and made me also embarrassed bcoz i do little nakhras : i dont like tht , i like only this n it is such a pain to make currys WITHOUT onions ( i hate onions frm the bottom of my heart ) but then v njoyed a lottttt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           infact most of my dadis n nanis n uncles n aunts have seen me in tht cuty cuty small dress (i.e wen i was 4 or 5 yr old kid ) n now a grown up mature gal , gawdddd they still treat me like a kid. they cudnt believe their eyes tht i went to their place but they truly adore me sooo much, i njoyed to the max extent n had a chance to rekindle all those sweet memories n re-ignited the sweet melody of the relationships with my relatives.................infact at almost all places it was V.V.I.P treatment for me,truly outlived my expectations ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           everybody thought pinky wud b  a calm going , reserved gal, but then they realised they were mistaken , a chirpy naughty n a ziddddddddddddddiiii gal which they cud never even imagined to b in tht way ... at the end of the day they were happy to c me in tht way though naughty but yet a sweet gal ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      i just hope to b the same way as iam today .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111545613372420893?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111545613372420893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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lines frm VZ(movie)</title><content type='html'>I was listening Veer-Zaara songs , and felt like hearing them again n again especially which caught my attention were : the few lines by Yash Chopra , so jus felt like writing in my blog so tht i can refer it back wenever i want them to read n get inspiration.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   " EK  DIN  JAB  SAVERE  SAVERE , SURMAYEE  SE  ANDHER  KI  CHADHAR  HATA  KE ,  EK  PARBATH  KE TAKIYE  SE SURAJ NE SAR JO UTHAYA TO DEKHA , DIL KI VAADI MEIN CHAHATH KA MAUSAM HAI , AUR YAADON KI DAALIYON PAR ANGINATH BEETHE LAMHO KI KALIYAAN MEHEKNE LAGI HAI...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        ANKAHEEN ANSUNI AARZOO AADHI  SOOYEI  HUI , AADHI  JAAGI  HUI , AANKHEN  MALTE  HUE  DEKHTI  HAI , LEHER  DAR  LEHER  DAR , MAUJ  DAR  MAUJ  DAR  BEHTI  HUI  ZINDAGI , JAISE  HAR  PAL  NAYEE  AUR  PHIR  BHI , HAAN  WAHI  ZINDAGI , JISKE  DAAMAN  MEIN  KOI  MOHABBAT  BHI  HAI , KOI  HASRATT BHI  HAI , PAAS  AANA  BHI   HAI , DUR  JAANA  BHI  HAI , PAR  EH  EHSAAS  HAI , WAQT JHARNA  SA  BEHTA HUA JAA  RAHA  HAI YEH KEHTE  HUA  DIL KI  VAADI  MEIN  CHAHAT  KA  MAUSAM  HAI , AUR  YAADON  KI  DAALIYOON PAR  ANGINATH  BITHE  LAMHOON  KI  KALIYAAN  MEHEKNE  LAGI  HAI................................ "&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                     ( Courtesy : Veer Zaara movie )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      there is soo much meaning in these sentences , described LIFE in such simple sentences , life is full of uncertainity n sumtimes so hopeless yet the matra to live is alwayz the same " live life to the fullest n njoy each moment as it comes "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111471047927040844?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111471047927040844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111471047927040844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111471047927040844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111471047927040844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/04/few-lines-frm-vzmovie.html' title='Few lines frm VZ(movie)'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111458052181241796</id><published>2005-04-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:18:38.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of surprises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was reading few blogs as i wanted to create my own blog , so just went on n on by clicking different links which led me to read soo many blogs ( all started with me becoming a member of PG ) n then finally landed on some site , i was fascinated by the designs on tht site n wanted to say tht concerned owner of the site tht the designs were the best ... was thinking of sending a mail, but ended up sending an instant message....... n tht person was online , i didnt knew tht n frankly i didnt knew how to react to it, i mean talking to a person who i didnt knew anything abt n frankly even i dont remember the path how i landed onto tht particular site........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we chatted for such a longgggg time, n nver in my life i spoke to a person who was a complete stranger to me, n then v became such gud frnds within just 2 days ......... n then conversation went on n on n on............ even i had a gud discussion while chatting , to top everything he was frm my home town itself n infact my views (on sum topic) had to take a 360 degrees turn ..... i was completely glued to the comp.( fevicol ke jod se bhi zyada mazbooth ) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we had a nice talk abt various topics under the sun n became very gud frnds within 2 to 4 days , cant even imagine in my wildest dreams something like this wud happen , usually i have many frnds but never made a frnd in such short span n in a very uique manner .... n i got to learn loads of things frm him like web designing, animations etc etc......he's got such an artistic n intellectual personality , n for me interesting ppl n my frnds r like Vitamins which energize me a lot .. so sure of learning sumthing very valuable things in life.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111458052181241796?l=pinkcy.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12393373.post-111436743204884548</id><published>2005-04-25T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:30:32.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love needs lotsa courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well u guys b4 thinking something else (abt my love life ) looking at the title , lemme tell u  iam gonna speak abt my frnd .... well iam not very lucky  in tht department to have so called love life ..... anyways no regrets just waiting for tht special someone to enter my life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            okie coming to the point , finally my best frnd's bf  proposed her n she accepted ( ofcourse no big deal 4 some ppl ) but she was very nervous n excited , n the kinda feelings arising in heart n mind was really agonising her , the butterflies , rats,cats,ants n elephants n wat not running in her stomach , and ofcourse me being a gud frnd to her so she confided everything to me n me also an amateur  in tht department but had given loads of confidence n support to her to face it .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   I was really happy to know tht finally tht guy  opened up n came direct to the point and asked my frnd , but yes both of them were very fidgety  n  i guess he had to gather all the worlds courage to propose my frnd ( after almost an yr of courtship ) n finally there is no hanging in btw whether yes or no , finally those 3 divine words passed off his lips ..... but then my frnd was damn nervous as to wat she is doing  is right or wrong  ( ofcourse these kinda feelings alwayz arise) but all in all at the end of the day both of them were happy to know each others decision  n  hope they continue to stand by each other forever .....   I wish them all the very best n just hope the love continues to bloom their lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           hope to experience the same fidgety feelings soon ............... ( if iam lucky enuf ... lets c )&lt;br /&gt;watch out this space for it  .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111436743204884548?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111436743204884548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111436743204884548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111436743204884548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111436743204884548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-needs-lotsa-courage.html' title='love needs lotsa courage'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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-12393373.post-111432003747427948</id><published>2005-04-23T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:20:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hiiiiii all welcome to you all visiting ma blog. very shortly u will know me , my life n different complexities surrounding me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alwayz a different kinda gal who had little bizarre thoughts on few aspects of life , yet simple but still very different frm the maddening crowd . Life was alwayz a roller-coaster ride for me , with soo many emotional outbursts at times n few sweet memories n above all i had sweet n cute friends circle. My life starts with friends n ends on friends , the greatest asset of my life r my frnds . Though had a gud share of frnds but my loneliness never ditched me , though was alwayz a prt of a group but was aloof sometimes n was alwayz a misunderstood soul . Born in a conventional n conservative family who hardly know where the world is heading was of little concern a while ago but yeah had a gud foundation of morals . My pioneer thinking which landed me to squander my engineering life : fooling the teachers,bunking classes but on whole was an ecstasy in itself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change was alwayz a part of my life , moving to different cities n meeting new ppl ,their thoughts n understanding different cultures n adjusting to different environments was a tuf one but yeah really njoyed a lot .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all was a gr8 part of my life in which i experienced the &lt;em&gt;agony n ecstasy of life&lt;/em&gt; n made it successfully n hope to make my future a successful one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12393373-111432003747427948?l=pinkcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/feeds/111432003747427948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12393373&amp;postID=111432003747427948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111432003747427948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12393373/posts/default/111432003747427948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcy.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My First blog'/><author><name>Pinkcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05938528291230507667</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></feed>
