<?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-4656159499159666310</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:04:02.384-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Song'/><category term='People'/><title type='text'>2 cents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-286648341761469984</id><published>2009-12-28T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:51:53.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it worth?</title><content type='html'>He was sitting across the table, when I mentioned something about Aloo Paratha. He immediately got a piece of paper from his wallet, and wrote something on it, and passed it over to me. The paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal Bati&lt;br /&gt;Kachori sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Ghewar&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh Lunch Home/Ghazali&lt;br /&gt;Some-godforsaken Dhaba&lt;br /&gt;Aloo Paratha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it, and got tempted.&lt;br /&gt;I started making my own list. And both of us started rattling names of food we have been longing to eat, small places that we have been meaning to go.... Akshay, who was just listening to this discussion, got frust and said, Guys!! Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept our wishlists back, and continued doing whatever we were doing. I looked at him one more time, and saw this puzzled look on his face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What are we doing here? Why are we here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small things that give me joy, are back home.&lt;br /&gt;The people who mean the world to me, are back home.&lt;br /&gt;Then what is it that keeps me away from home?&lt;br /&gt;When I find my answers, I'll head back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India calling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-286648341761469984?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/286648341761469984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-it-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/286648341761469984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/286648341761469984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-it-worth.html' title='What is it worth?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-3859073629722165101</id><published>2009-09-26T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:41:12.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Maange More!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have a Pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to own a Mercedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to experience Free-Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to run a marathon (atleast a half Marathon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to gamble  in Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to learn to play a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to climb up the mountains to Tirupati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to drive on the streets of New Delhi, in a white car with the flashing Red Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to be on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to send my parents to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to weigh under 110 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to spend a starry night at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to  make a difference in someone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to be loved truly, madly, deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to holiday in Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to spend a day with Swapna, doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want atleast two people to be proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to cook like my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to live like the TV sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to drive Cross-Country (US).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want to never be able to say, BEEN THERE DONE THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I want this list to never end.&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/4656159499159666310-3859073629722165101?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3859073629722165101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/dil-maange-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/3859073629722165101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/3859073629722165101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/dil-maange-more.html' title='Dil Maange More!!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-631663049221769767</id><published>2009-07-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:52:41.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was just another of those lazy Saturday mornings in New York. After a long Friday night, we got up early to catch the 2 pm Broadway show. It was a rather unusual silent morning. We hadn't spoken much since morning and were just in our own worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We got in the subway station and like always I gave him my phone and wallet to hold on. The train came, we got in. The Speaker went 'Stand clear of the closing doors please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;' I turned around to ask where do we get off. He wasn't there. I turned the other way, No trace. I couldn't believe this. He was out of sight. I freaked out. I can't express what I went through. It was the thought of losing someone. I didn't care that I didn't have a phone or a purse. I didn't care if I didn't know where the train was going, or where was I supposed to get off. I didn't know what to do, and before I knew I blanked out. Next thing I remember was a guy looking from the next car in the train, and giving me a reassuring smile. And with that smile I gained consciousness. Next station, he got into my car, and I was breathing again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/Sk4atcnFZcI/AAAAAAAAG-w/crZyCBdUl2Q/s1600-h/mta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/Sk4atcnFZcI/AAAAAAAAG-w/crZyCBdUl2Q/s320/mta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354246375066658242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Side Note:The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-631663049221769767?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/631663049221769767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-just-another-of-those-lazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/631663049221769767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/631663049221769767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-just-another-of-those-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/Sk4atcnFZcI/AAAAAAAAG-w/crZyCBdUl2Q/s72-c/mta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-253895114544612577</id><published>2009-04-12T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:50:58.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This one is for you Chints, for telling me I should write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you look at any water fountain/pond/stagnant water body of any kind in US, I'll bet there will atleast $20 at the floor of the pond. I was passing by the Temple Lobby in Ceasar's place. His herculean statue stood there, and a few minions stood there posing for pictures. Right below was some water flowing by. We did some estimates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; calculated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and figured, there were coins approximately worth $200 at the floor, enough for us to gamble all night. There were approx, 2000 coins out there. 2000 people who crossed that skywalk wished for something that day. I wondered at their folly, at their lil superstitions. I walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just some 20 steps ahead, I saw another fountain and lots more coins. I couldn't help it. I succumbed to temptation. I put my hand in the bag, and got a quarter. I wished for something, kissed the coin and swung it over. He saw me do that, gave a smile, and threw another coin. We started walking away.  I slowed down, put my hand in the bag again, grabbed all the coins, my fist could get. (I had just won lots in the slot machine an hour ago.) I made sure he wasn't looking, and threw them in the water. He heard the crackle of the coins, and turned back, asked what I wished for. "Hot Chocolate with whipped cream", I exclaimed. We went to Dunkin' and had the best Hot chocolate ever! What if I actually told him what I really wished for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is purely Fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-253895114544612577?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/253895114544612577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-well.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/253895114544612577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/253895114544612577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-well.html' title='Wishing Well'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-604109448250482381</id><published>2009-03-31T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:42:59.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch and See!</title><content type='html'>I don't believe you. I don't believe what I see. I'm not going to believe what I hear. I need to touch and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-604109448250482381?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/604109448250482381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/touch-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/604109448250482381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/604109448250482381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/touch-and-see.html' title='Touch and See!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-920345147892245435</id><published>2009-02-21T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:07:48.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The best way to overcome your fears is to face them. What better way to learn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm more happy to get through the dreaded HR interviews, than the offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The curve just got better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-920345147892245435?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/920345147892245435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/920345147892245435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/920345147892245435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-8866444572291266481</id><published>2009-02-13T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:47:42.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Its better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliched-- I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-8866444572291266481?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8866444572291266481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/8866444572291266481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/8866444572291266481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-6121563434554603967</id><published>2009-01-26T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:06:54.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is a lil high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;Out from the nascent tinges came a rose...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;So red and so sweet...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;I stood there noticing nothing but it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;I no longer cared there were piercing thorns around  it..&lt;br /&gt;The blood was worth the pluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-6121563434554603967?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6121563434554603967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-is-lil-high.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6121563434554603967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6121563434554603967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-is-lil-high.html' title='Someone is a lil high'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-1917580486058066230</id><published>2009-01-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:59:28.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy, you're not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Words left unspoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Things left undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No kisses stolen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No promises made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just the warmth of your breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The touch of your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just the sparkle in your eye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The smile on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'd Live I'd Die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just for another magical moment like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-1917580486058066230?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1917580486058066230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-happy-youre-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/1917580486058066230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/1917580486058066230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-happy-youre-not.html' title='I&apos;m Happy, you&apos;re not?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-3695046856159907227</id><published>2008-10-31T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:31:01.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He is an American. He is young. He is very ambitious. He is hardworking. He is very deserving. He is very Smart, smarter than most others of his age. He might be better than most of us. But, he is in trouble. He doesn't have a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I meet him in every Career fair, every Info Session, before most of my interviews. We wish each other good luck. And I would not say this, If I did not mean it, but I really hoped he got the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I bumped into him again yesterday. He said, You're here again. Please don't take my job. Damn I'm scared of you guys. All you guys are grads. I'm underqualified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He said, I interviewed with DB. He said it was some Indian interviewer. I knew it was Sesh. He said, it went well. Wonder why I got reject. I felt sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He said, "I want to work in NY. I don't want to go anywhere else. I am graduating in May. I need a job. My mom says don't worry. But, I really need this. And with this economy, Sigh! Well, if the economy does not improve in the next few years, people won't have money to go to college. So nobody will have a degree, and then maybe I will be better qualified, and hope to find a job. I can't wait so long though. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I said something. Tried to give him some reassurance. He just then heard from BlackStone. He got rejected. Nothing that I said, could help him. I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He was leaving, he came to my desk. Said Bye, said good luck for Bloomberg! Told how he always wanted to work for them. How he applied for internship, got rejected. Full time, no luck! He told me to make most of it. Wished me for DB. Told me not worry and gave me confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He left. Later, sends me a message, wishing good luck again, and tells me to not hurt myself again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I felt helpless. Can I do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-3695046856159907227?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3695046856159907227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-is-american.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/3695046856159907227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/3695046856159907227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-is-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-2018825322897785397</id><published>2008-09-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:50:51.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As strange as it may sound, Sapna even now, Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of you and not a guy. I remember the first time we heard this song, how we googled the lyrics, and used to hum all day long. Times changed and probably the what it meant to us also changed. But in more than one way, I think I should dedicate the song to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXtc-TH0Iv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXtc-TH0Iv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we made it&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby&lt;br /&gt;We mighta took the long way&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd get there someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "I bet they'll never make it"&lt;br /&gt;But just look at us holding on&lt;br /&gt;We're still together still going strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want for life&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' better&lt;br /&gt;We beat the odds together&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we would be missin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we made it&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-2018825322897785397?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2018825322897785397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2018825322897785397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2018825322897785397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-one.html' title='Still the one'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-2914175167945945215</id><published>2008-08-22T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:54:08.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>Everything I ever wanted, It felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams they say, are a perception of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it comes true.&lt;br /&gt;I've never got up with so much energy before.&lt;br /&gt;I have never written a blog at 6:53 am.&lt;br /&gt;I am making no sense.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-2914175167945945215?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2914175167945945215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2914175167945945215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2914175167945945215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-2033942210867105368</id><published>2008-06-28T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:13:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1 message received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"c u @ suraj in 10mins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"K.. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'Mom, I'm going to Sapna's house. Will be back by 9'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Create Message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'Am telling mom, I'm at your place. Please cover up. One last time.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Send Swapna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Byeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tie Scraf, the puneri style. Run up again, One last look in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Start my Dio. And on Mumbai Pune highway. The 2 min ride spoils my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I stop 500 ft. from Suraj, check my hair again. Ok clear. Get rid of the scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I see a car in front. I see someone sitting in the driver's seat, adjusting the AC, fidgeting with the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I park right next to it. Lock my dio, check my self one last time in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Go to the car, open the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daya says," Hurry up, I'm already late.The test is scheduled at 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I said, "Hmm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality checks, you need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-2033942210867105368?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2033942210867105368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality-check.html#comment-form' 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circle</title><content type='html'>I met Mohnish at 7: 50    7+5+ 0  = 12&lt;br /&gt;We take Exit 12 to get on to I 287 again.&lt;br /&gt;We took Exit 21 to get off it.&lt;br /&gt;21 + 1 = 22 is Ronak's and Vaidehi's favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;22 * 22 = 484.  484 is the number of minutes I had left on Reliance, when I spoke to dad this morning.&lt;br /&gt;We spoke for 48 minutes the longest I have spoken since I am here.&lt;br /&gt;4+8 = 12 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is equal to 7 + 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what it is 7:50 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say its coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-3081807269325439872?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-7868177198193413652</id><published>2008-06-26T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:05:30.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more than this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-7868177198193413652?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7868177198193413652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/7868177198193413652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/7868177198193413652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-6641703452462670996</id><published>2008-06-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:52:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30&lt;br /&gt;Alarm rings..  I wake up. See everybody sleeping peacefully. DAMN this internship.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Ray’s words:  “If there is anything at all you will learn from this internship, It will teach you how to get up at 7am.” And I start yet another day, with his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5:45&lt;br /&gt;Alarm Snoozes, I am reminded of Ronnie’s angry face. Oh, I have to call him. Gotta, call before 6 else I will get charged.&lt;br /&gt;Tring Tring.  &lt;br /&gt;‘Ya Sneha, Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;(As If I call him to say, I love you.) Get up ass. Don’t go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;‘Ya, what only baap, See you in sometime.’&lt;br /&gt;Get up. Rush the bathroom. The best path of getting up early is finding the bathroom empty. Brush Brush, Flush Flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00&lt;br /&gt;(I was supposed to reach the parking lot.)&lt;br /&gt;Puneet calls:    Are u ready??&lt;br /&gt;Me:                 Yes, I am. Tell me whenever you are done, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;Reality:            Just out of the bathroom, Still in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I should have ironed the shirt at night.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don’t fit in these pants any more. I should go to the gym. I will go to the Gym.&lt;br /&gt;Have to pack lunch, eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, there is nothing to eat. Crib Crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20&lt;br /&gt;Deepti’s up. Morning, Can I use the bathroom, are you done? Yaa, whatever, have a nice day, whatever. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Run Run.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate these shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Reach the Parking lot. DESERTED. Nobody there. Weren’t we supposed to leave at 6?? Call Call. ‘Coming Coming, 2 mins.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="margin-left: 1in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30&lt;br /&gt;We leave.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody:   ‘Sneha, change the station. Put 92.3’&lt;br /&gt;Ronak:         ‘What crap is this, Move, I’ll change.’ Car Swirls.&lt;br /&gt;Me:              ‘RONAK, You Drive, I will change bhaaa’…Murmur…’Like anybody is listening anyway?’&lt;br /&gt;Ronak:         ‘Somebody tell, which way?’&lt;br /&gt;Everybody:‘Right'&lt;br /&gt;            ‘No no.. Take left’&lt;br /&gt;            ‘Go Straight damn. Don’t you have direction sense?’&lt;br /&gt;Car goes Haywire, HONK HONK. The driver behind starts swearing, showing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Screams:   “Bitches”, “ All four think you are driving, useless. We should buy a GPS soon. I am ordering one tonight. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6:45&lt;br /&gt;Everybody :                   Bye Ateet, Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Ateet(aloud):                  Ya, Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Ateet(In his head):          Beep Beep..  8 baje ka office hota hai, itni jaldi aake kya achaar daalu?  Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7:15&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Sneha&lt;br /&gt;Me, wondering, looking for a perfect place to catch a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8:00&lt;br /&gt;We meet online.&lt;br /&gt;BR:       I’m so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Warren: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip, Gopi, Penny, Breakfast, Pay/Pee discussions, 20/20 talks. A little bit of mail checking, a little work, some reading done here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00&lt;br /&gt;BR:       I’m so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Pre Lunch discussions. Plans to meet. TT. Etc Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Disperse.&lt;br /&gt;I curse Warren, eating alone. DAMN DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2:00&lt;br /&gt;BR:       I’m so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Warren: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep each other awake. Blah Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4:00&lt;br /&gt;BR:       I’m to sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Warren: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;So, When are you guys leaving?? I am getting bored. Aaj to kum se kum jaldi jaate hai yaar.&lt;br /&gt;BR: Ya, We will leave early and pick you up by 5:30&lt;br /&gt;Cool, Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WTF are you???&lt;br /&gt;Lilac Corolla: Coming Coming, WE GOT LOST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6:45&lt;br /&gt;Puneet: Tu Dorito nahi laaya??&lt;br /&gt;Ateet:  Beep Beep&lt;br /&gt;Puneet: Aaj tu coffee banega naa??&lt;br /&gt;Ateet:  Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7:15&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys, See you tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8:00&lt;br /&gt;Hit the Sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10:00&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11:00&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZzzzzzzzz again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what did I do today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Happy Summer !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-6641703452462670996?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6641703452462670996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-of-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6641703452462670996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6641703452462670996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-of-2008.html' title='Summer of 2008'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-6636510823500434151</id><published>2008-06-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:30:43.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>The wind blowing through my hair, the odometer showing, 60 kmph. My scarf doesn't solve the purpose anymore, and the empty streets of Akurdi give way. By time I reached college, the "Water" from eyes had left marks on my cheeks. And, the first thing people would ask, Y are u crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are tears linked with crying?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on the other side, I see her everyday. I have never seen someone laugh their hearts out so much. Laugh so truly, that she has TEARS in her eyes. Everytime she laughs, I realize she hasn't been this happy ever, I wish her tears never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize, tears are just water.  Nothing else, Nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-6636510823500434151?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6636510823500434151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6636510823500434151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6636510823500434151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-1739217938977071056</id><published>2008-06-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:20:53.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>The Scientist - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I had to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;oh, let's go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Running in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Comet tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I was just guessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Questions of science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Science and progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Come tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;All in a rush to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Running in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Comin' back as we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I’m going back to the start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-1739217938977071056?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1739217938977071056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/scientist-coldplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/1739217938977071056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/1739217938977071056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/scientist-coldplay.html' title='The Scientist - Coldplay'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-2224931528824532757</id><published>2008-06-05T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:53:57.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Shayari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aaj fir tum nazar nahi aaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aaj fir tammanna ke phool murjha gaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jaane kin galiyon mein kho gaye tum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hum tumhe sitaron tak dhoond aaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-2224931528824532757?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2224931528824532757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/shayari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2224931528824532757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2224931528824532757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/shayari.html' title='Shayari'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-6960350543060199236</id><published>2008-06-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:55:22.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Kiddo</title><content type='html'>"Ae kaku... Tell your Mom I will drop you home by 9." As always, I will reach home late, much after 9 of course. But I always remember you trying to convince and patao my mom a lil more. It has been 10 years since I've known you and there has not been one day, that I have not thought about you. From being my childhood crush, to this awesome friends that we are, we have come a really long way.  I have told you everything, whether it was my dental history or  my crushes. Right from the lil phone talks we have had, to the trips to COEP, Regatta to the last day, when I was India when we went shopping for my suit, I've enjoyed your company. I miss hanging out with you.  I miss the stupid jokes you crack. I miss riding behind your bike (19 mins from COEP to home!!). I miss how you could always cheer me up. How you would always try to show, you were taller than me, and me fatter than you. :P From the Garfield to Shruti Gupta, we have had all the fun.  And now, You have become my mom too. Sometimes, I wonder are you genuinely this sweet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Being so far away, I don't want things to change. No matter whether I am with a "mallu" or not, you will always hold that special place.  People come and go, but our friendship is forever. I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-6960350543060199236?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6960350543060199236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiddo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6960350543060199236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6960350543060199236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiddo.html' title='Kiddo'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-952536148243076107</id><published>2008-05-28T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:53:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Streams mix with Rivers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And Rivers with the Oceans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So do Winds of Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mix forever with sweet emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing in this world is single,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all things by law divine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If Spirit and Water can Mix n Mingle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why not..............???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-952536148243076107?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/952536148243076107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/streams-mix-with-rivers-and-rivers-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/952536148243076107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/952536148243076107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/streams-mix-with-rivers-and-rivers-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-398078793297099025</id><published>2008-05-26T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:55:54.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Mad Cow..</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for being a B****. I am sorry for making you go through something you do not deserve. I am sorry for breaking your heart. It is my fault, I wasn't clear of what I wanted, and you know that Candy, that every kid wants, when it was so close, how I could not resist? No matter what I say or do, I will still be your culprit. I wish you could forgive sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, I need you. I need as a friend,  to be around, to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;To give me that hug, when I need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;To boost my confidence, to say that I am the best.&lt;br /&gt;To listen to me grumble grumble,  to catch me when I go tripty tripty.&lt;br /&gt;To yell at someone, when I am mad, to go for a walk, when I'm lazy to get outta home.&lt;br /&gt;To listen to me, when I have to crib about everything in the world .&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that I'm looking good, and NOT FAT.&lt;br /&gt;To me ping first thing in the morning and say, MAD COW!&lt;br /&gt;To share the top secrets and latest gossips that I am forbidden from telling anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;To just know, I have someone to fall back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you dearest, I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for whatever happened! But I really hope things don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-398078793297099025?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/398078793297099025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/mad-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/398078793297099025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/398078793297099025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/mad-cow.html' title='Mad Cow..'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-491051769647221107</id><published>2008-05-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:56:27.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Perfect to the Tee</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to have found you. You are the best friend anyone could ask for.I think I have known you the longest.  15 years is not a joke, but the last 4 years, it was great to get to know you from close.  You are such an example of Perfect son, Perfect friend, Perfect brother, I can't stop going gaga over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are someone who is too good to be true. I do not believe that such a person exist. I always think that there should be something bad, something wrong to you. Nothing is perfect you see. But you, you have proved me wrong. There has never been a single time in the past few years, that you have let me or anyone for that matter down, leave aside hurting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrCw-LUuqI/AAAAAAAACP4/h3Ufcatm5vY/s1600-h/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrCw-LUuqI/AAAAAAAACP4/h3Ufcatm5vY/s200/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686465960032930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I must say, I am amazed at your sheer brilliance and presence of mind. I simply adore you for the person you are. It is not just your piety or reverence that I'm in awe of, but also the perfection you achieve as a friend. I can't thank you enough for all the times you have helped me. You still listen to me crib, still tolerate my non sense and still help me, hatch silly plots to get what I want. Damn, I miss you. You will always hold this special place in my life and I will always be so proud to call you my Friend. My Friend, Rohaaaaaaannnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-491051769647221107?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/491051769647221107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-to-tee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/491051769647221107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/491051769647221107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-to-tee.html' title='Perfect to the Tee'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrCw-LUuqI/AAAAAAAACP4/h3Ufcatm5vY/s72-c/DSC05026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-2218854494912700854</id><published>2008-05-25T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:57:40.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>हर फिक्र को धुए में उडाता चला गया, मैं ज़िंदगी का साथ निभाता चला गया</title><content type='html'>तेरी बात होती है, तो हिन्दी ही निकलती है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEEOl5e5I/AAAAAAAACQA/hMZRkLkvTfs/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;                                                        &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEEOl5e5I/AAAAAAAACQA/hMZRkLkvTfs/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204687896295603090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj bhi yaad hai, woh classes ke bahar Wada-pav kha rahi thi। Tu saamne se aaya, Akansha ko bola, akansha aath aane(25 paise) dede, nahi to dosti toot jaaegi. Woh khola akansha ne khaali purse aur bola, "Ye le, khatm ho gayi Dosti". Fir jo tu cheekne chillane lag gaya, Woh awaaz ab tak kaano mein goonj rahi hai. Woh mere Dio ke peeche baithke kaanon mein jor jor se chillana, aur mera bolna, "Hemant, CHILLA MAT. Mein yahin baithi hun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Najaane kyun, jab bhi tera naam leti hun, ek garv sa mehsoos hota hai. Tujhe pata hai, lekin mujhe ye kehna hai, mujhe humari dosti pe naaz hai. Mujhe tujhpe naaz hai. Zindagi tujhse badi berookhi se pesh aayi hai, par tu isse bhi ubharega, mujhe yakeen hai. Tu galat jagah par hai, tujhe yahan nahi hona chahiye. Insaan ko jis cheez mein dilchaspi hai, usse wahi karna chahiye. Tujhse bada Example, iska aur koi nahi ho sakta. Tujhse maine bahut kuch seekha hai. Doosron ke liye jo tu karta hai, jitna tu sochta hai, jo bilkul hichkichaata nahi, utna koi nahi karta. Kabhi kabhi man karta kahun, bas kar, itna achcha mat ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemant, Wakt badlega. Bas kuch time ki baat hai. Apna bhi time aaega. Aur jab aaega, duniya dekhti reh jaaegi. Mujhe abhi bhi us din ka intezaar hai jab main, Dilli aaungi, and laal gaadi mein tu aaega receive karne. Hum Red wine peeyenge, Chantlier!!! Cheers to that day!!! Intezaar rahega...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-2218854494912700854?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2218854494912700854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/har-fikr-ko-dhue-mein-udaata-chala-gaya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2218854494912700854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/2218854494912700854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/har-fikr-ko-dhue-mein-udaata-chala-gaya.html' title='हर फिक्र को धुए में उडाता चला गया, मैं ज़िंदगी का साथ निभाता चला गया'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEEOl5e5I/AAAAAAAACQA/hMZRkLkvTfs/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-6621339112425338309</id><published>2008-05-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:09:43.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>What are you thinking of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEn3BLhzI/AAAAAAAACQI/B-ZnL5bvAWg/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEn3BLhzI/AAAAAAAACQI/B-ZnL5bvAWg/s400/wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204688508442871602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying alone with my head on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt too but what else can we do&lt;br /&gt;Tormented and torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could carry your smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For the times when my life seems so low&lt;br /&gt;It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring&lt;br /&gt;When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;Away from these long, lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too?&lt;br /&gt;Does the feeling seem oh, so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now&lt;br /&gt;And said that I can't hold on?&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656159499159666310-6621339112425338309?l=its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6621339112425338309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-thinking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6621339112425338309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656159499159666310/posts/default/6621339112425338309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-all-a-part-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-thinking-of.html' title='What are you thinking of?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835021201892266541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SjPpBT7OXAI/AAAAAAAAGqE/ETGFicEc_h8/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDrEn3BLhzI/AAAAAAAACQI/B-ZnL5bvAWg/s72-c/wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656159499159666310.post-7728721867384081936</id><published>2008-05-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:58:56.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Beshest phriend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDoZ5CTQI7I/AAAAAAAACPw/mYfyUQHT6oY/s1600-h/sapna+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dVqOtZnPdU/SDoZ5CTQI7I/AAAAAAAACPw/mYfyUQHT6oY/s320/sapna+n+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204500787040887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the late night &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;katta&lt;/span&gt; talks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the elaborate phone discussions.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the tension-relieving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the me-never-liking-your-taste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the me-teasing-you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ..the falling in love at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the bitching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the uncontrollable laughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the trips to Bhel chowk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the discussing boyfriends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the discussing colony politics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the raping-each-other's-wardrobe ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the me-not-liking-your-guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the watching secret movies together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the getting grossed out together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the you not telling me stuff I'm not supposed to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;..the me hiding from others that I already know stuff that I'm not supposed to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the listening to songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the us-looking-for-the-perfect&lt;wbr&gt;-earrings for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;..the you having late evening baths that I hate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the getting late everywhere..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the photo sessions..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the me-loosing weight-and-you-gaining-weight&lt;wbr&gt;-attempts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the cribbing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the you waking me up early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ..the deciding what to wear for parties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ..the birthday gifts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the you not using vowels and me failing to understand what you message..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; ..the night outs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ..the shopping sprees.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the me-scolding-you about using the comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..the chocolate cake on your birthdays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;..the watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;..the your Dio never having fuel more than E..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..the me using you as excuse for getting out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the joke sharing..&lt;br /&gt;..the love for each other..&lt;br /&gt;..the care..&lt;br /&gt;..the being proud of each other..&lt;br /&gt;..the complaints..&lt;br /&gt;..the fights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..the conclusions.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;..the being there for each other..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ..the missing each other..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 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