<?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-317034228456588934</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:55:03.002+05:30</updated><category term='just'/><category term='being single.'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='psycho'/><category term='goa trip'/><category term='?'/><category term='democracy'/><category term='Relatives'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='random'/><category term='some interesting stuff'/><category term='song'/><category term='college'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Timepass'/><category term='school'/><category term='very random.'/><category term='I'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='vague.'/><category term='kscope'/><category term='you'/><category term='lit'/><category term='night outs'/><category term='Some random stuff'/><category term='Raymond'/><category term='tag and more tag.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='men'/><category term='wants'/><category term='film'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='Nothing very different'/><category term='Bombay'/><title type='text'>rara avis</title><subtitle type='html'>The 'me' within 'me'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1793916105309088223</id><published>2010-11-03T12:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:59:53.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>From now I will be blogging here : &lt;a href="http://theopeneyeddreamer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theopeneyeddreamer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1793916105309088223?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1793916105309088223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1793916105309088223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1793916105309088223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1793916105309088223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3152824079447888444</id><published>2010-10-18T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:29:29.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Defunct</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to do this for very long but for the past few months I just did not get the time to update this space. I don't think I will be updating my blog anymore from now on. It's like they say is 'defunct'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't delete the blog ever, more because some of my closest people don't want me to and also this blog stands as one of the various proofs of the 'change' in me.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my best place to come back if ever I would want to retrospect. But that will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may start writing in a new space, but this will be my first love forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who actually had the patience to sit and read my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you all and the tiny little cyber space of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3152824079447888444?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3152824079447888444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3152824079447888444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3152824079447888444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3152824079447888444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/defunct.html' title='Defunct'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6049989450844893749</id><published>2010-07-17T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:06:28.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Cat love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;This is a very very interesting tag which I flicked from &lt;a href="http://rumblesandtumbles.blogspot.com/2010/07/craziest-tag-ever.html"&gt;The Rain Crab's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Its hilarious, quite fun to do. So if you like it, then goooo take it up! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dear Jango, &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,I am in love with your cat. I think I realized it when I tripped on peanut butter in your apartment and I saw you sit on my salt beef bucket. I'm sure you're Masochistic enough to understand that I get turned on only by garbage men. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you, but I'll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I never forget that night and I'm scratching my head as you read this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How you do it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to), &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11). &lt;br /&gt;(12), &lt;br /&gt;(Your name) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat &lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over &lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent &lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over &lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match &lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy &lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting &lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you &lt;br /&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you &lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose &lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forest Gump &lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me &lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter &lt;br /&gt;May - When you smacked my elbow &lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me &lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey &lt;br /&gt;August - When I finally changed my underwear &lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants &lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub &lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog bit my leg &lt;br /&gt;December - When i threw out your sock drawer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment &lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car &lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office &lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus &lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner &lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - In your closet &lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien &lt;br /&gt;Seafood - In a clown suit &lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert &lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital &lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light &lt;br /&gt;Other - With George Bush and Stephen Harper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore &lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on &lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on &lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out &lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on &lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into &lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off &lt;br /&gt;Brown - bite off &lt;br /&gt;Orange - rubbed anti-bacterial soap on &lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of &lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on &lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;White - My father &lt;br /&gt;Grey –The Catholic Priest &lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie &lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash &lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps &lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana &lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd &lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection &lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile &lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten &lt;br /&gt;Lost - High &lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly &lt;br /&gt;The news - Scarred &lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic &lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open &lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl - Middle-class &lt;br /&gt;Annat -shamed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are &lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are &lt;br /&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men &lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit &lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related &lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants &lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you &lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks &lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change &lt;br /&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes &lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist &lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid &lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me &lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas &lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock &lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions &lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car &lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth &lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers &lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear &lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket &lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails &lt;br /&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity &lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the mustache drawn on it &lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog &lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car &lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear &lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample &lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your glass eye &lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense &lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom &lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies &lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record &lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note &lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet lips &lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks &lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night &lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard. &lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly &lt;br /&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking &lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching &lt;br /&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises &lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Get sick when I think of your feet &lt;br /&gt;S/T - Always wanted to break your legs &lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart &lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month &lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined &lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon &lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo &lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire &lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my head as you read this &lt;br /&gt;Cider– You ruined my attempts at another world war. &lt;br /&gt;Juice – I have a passionate interest for mice &lt;br /&gt;Snapple/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked out &lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird &lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey &lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine &lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations &lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard &lt;br /&gt;France - Love always &lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness &lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick &lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me &lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow &lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy &lt;br /&gt;USA - Best of luck on the sex change &lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt &lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6049989450844893749?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6049989450844893749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6049989450844893749&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6049989450844893749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6049989450844893749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/cat-love.html' title='Cat love?'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6293795974914772358</id><published>2010-07-07T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:42:03.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>She meets him, falls in love, gets together with him, lives happily..but not ever after...she loses him. But even after she loses him, she knows that he is around, she knows that he is there..somewhere! This love, this film...I can just watch this film over and over and over again. Yes yes you guessed it right I am a sucker for such romantic flicks, and especially this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have one problem with the book/film and that is the portrayal of this certain character called Gerry Kennedy! Oh my god! Why? Why did Cecelia Ahern create a character like this? He is nothing but PERFECT! He is IDEAL! He is that man that every girl possibly dreams about, but deep down knows that her chances of meeting someone like him is next to impossible. She then searches for a Gerry Kennedy in every guy she meets, which is unfair for both the girl and the man! And then there is disappointment, despair followed by statements such as ''All men are jerks/assholes/bastards!'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I also &lt;strike&gt;belong&lt;/strike&gt; belonged to that category once upon a time, but then I realized that one shouldnt search for a Gerry Kennedy in every man she meets, but instead should search or more better find her Gerry Kennedy. Well Holly got hers, did you get yours, as of yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TDSzhaT0SsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/g2WGXAVA1fU/s1600/p_s__i_love_you_movie_image_hilary_swank_and_gerard_butler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TDSzhaT0SsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/g2WGXAVA1fU/s200/p_s__i_love_you_movie_image_hilary_swank_and_gerard_butler.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I always did! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6293795974914772358?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6293795974914772358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6293795974914772358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6293795974914772358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6293795974914772358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TDSzhaT0SsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/g2WGXAVA1fU/s72-c/p_s__i_love_you_movie_image_hilary_swank_and_gerard_butler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7130470033320326115</id><published>2010-06-27T15:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:39:29.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some random stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta 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shayad kahin who bhi kho gaye….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7130470033320326115?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7130470033320326115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7130470033320326115&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7130470033320326115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7130470033320326115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/aasman-ko-chunne-ki-tamanna-thi-itni.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3271161050975914115</id><published>2010-06-24T14:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:26:18.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;''&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Yeah you, PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Like a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Over-think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Always speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Cryptically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You're in and you're out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You're wrong when it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's black and it's white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You don't really want to stay, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;But you don't really want to go-oh&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Yes, my condition at this point of time!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3271161050975914115?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3271161050975914115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3271161050975914115&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3271161050975914115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3271161050975914115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7417207509450572527</id><published>2010-06-19T18:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:03:58.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><title type='text'>Five people and the rain</title><content type='html'>PG admission form hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humid day. Very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westside. AC. Awesome dress. No cash. Disappointment :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccadilly. Shawarma. Happiness :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald's. No food (for me). Lots of yak-yaking. Two new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colaba stretch. Hunt for courier shop. Crowded M.O.D. Empty Theo's :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for 'sasta' courier shop. Losing the thing to courier. Finding the thing to courier. Finally couriering the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs-up (Coke chahiye? Abey! Thumbs up hai...bolna chahiye na! Extra fizz!!!!!). Old monk. Thumbs-up + Old monk. Cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I need to finish it before SHE comes!!''&lt;br /&gt;''Forget that, how will you throw the old-monk ka bottle?''&lt;br /&gt;''I'll throw out re! Its fun!!''&lt;br /&gt;''Oh shit! I cant, police ka van peeche hai!''&lt;br /&gt;''Now?''&lt;br /&gt;''Will leave it in the cab! Hahahaha!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine drive. Five people. Awesome weather. High tides. Rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two umbrellas. One windcheater. Five cell phones. Extremely important admission forms. One big not-so-water-proof bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenching in rain. Thundering. Lightning. MARINE DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes wait for the bus. No bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start walking towards VT (Yes, you read right). Heavy rains, hitting your face like stones. Water log, knee high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk. Walk. Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide&amp;amp;Seek biscuits. Lays (Tangy tomato!!). All while walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour. Destination reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded train. Drenched us. Irritated ladies. Extremely cold us. One more hour of journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remembered someone and the song went buzzing in the head:&lt;br /&gt;''Jab mila tu, ru tu ru ..&lt;br /&gt;Na thi kami na justaju, ru tu ru ..&lt;br /&gt;Aur aadhe aadhe pal huye phir poore yun&lt;br /&gt;Jab mila tu, ru tu ru ..''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people and the rain :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7417207509450572527?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7417207509450572527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7417207509450572527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7417207509450572527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7417207509450572527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-day-to-remember.html' title='Five people and the rain'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-223585485297239506</id><published>2010-06-10T20:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:47:04.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>T.A.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. It's 2AM and you are not home. You are more than likely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Having a sleep over at Moon di's place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the last thing you spent more than $100 on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A) I dont remember. My phone I guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. What do your bank checks look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I still don't have one. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I'll have one after 2 years and then I will be able to answer this question :-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Where did the shirt you are currently wearing come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Colaba Causeway!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Name something that will be on your Christmas wish list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Oh that trip!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Purple :-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Name something you collect and tell us about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I collect BOOKS and SHOES. I just go crazy when I see any bookstore or shoe-store.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Last restaurant you ate at. Who were you with? How was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Just yesterday ; Cafe Leopold (Mumbai). I was with Moon di and her friend Fawda (Pratik). The food was good, but the quantity was huge! I got tired of eating and couldnt even finish whatever I had ordered. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Who was the last person you bought a birthday card for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Birthday Card? I dont remember, who buys cards now? That thing of giving cards is long gone, but I love receiving and giving cards! A simple card, all of a sudden...nice surprise! :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. What is your worst bad habit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I have a problem of thinking 'too much.' Why? Where? So does this mean that...does that mean this? So what will happen now? How? What..? Blah blah blah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Name a magazine you subscribe to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Reader's Digest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;12. Your favorite pizza toppings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Like I had mentioned in the previous tag...lots of chicken and nothing very sweet will do!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose number were you looking up the last time you used a phone book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Mom. I only call her :-p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Other than family, who is the person that you love most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) The 'Sexy' guy ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. What is the last thing you cooked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Maggi. For myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. Name something you wouldn't want to buy used?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Actually I wouldnt like to buy anything used. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I have never noticed! I think its right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. What is the last thing you remember losing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I would looooovveee to mention MY HEART! Lol, so cheesy and so not me, but I did..!! Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apart from that I lost my eraser. Small thing no? But I usually don't loose my stuff!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. What is the ugliest piece of furniture in your house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) There is one box I want to get rid of, but my Mom wont let me! Argh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. Last thing you bought and ended up returning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Nothing, but I would love to return some stuff and get better ones in exchange, but they usually dont allow that.Very unfortunate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What perfume/cologne do you wear? If none, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) David doff. I would love to use Chanel 5 though!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. Your favorite board game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Taboo? Is Taboo a board game? I guess not, but I love to play Taboo. Also I remember playing BUSINESS. All the fake money and the power over cities, banks, and other stuff! Wow, I felt like a Queen ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. What was the last board game you played?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) 16th January, college night-out and we played LIFE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. Where did your vehicle come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I don't own one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. If a movie was made about your life what would the theme song be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Right now it would be : BREAKAWAY by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26. You're sad, who can cheer you up easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Certain people. Apart from them F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Andaz Apna Apna.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) I have never been to a Christian wedding and in hindu weddings the concept of bridesmaid doesnt exist!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28. What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Filling up the water bottles. I dodge that work like crazy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Anyway will do. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30. It is your birthday. You hope the cake is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A) Chocolate. I dont like black forrest and I dont like any other fruit-flavoured cake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this tag from &lt;a href="http://kitschy-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;It Ain't That Simple, Baby 's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Very nicely done there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who reads this and wishes to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Tags are so sooo sooo much fun! I dont know why, but they are! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-223585485297239506?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/223585485297239506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=223585485297239506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/223585485297239506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/223585485297239506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/tag.html' title='T.A.G'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-5248717239150622055</id><published>2010-06-09T23:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:47:37.285+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><title type='text'>Happy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, today is one of those days when I am HIGH. High on happiness, me blah blah. Sounds lame? But I cant help it, I dont get high on alcohol, trust me. Alcohol doesnt work on me, not that I have tried getting high many times, but then I did try and it dint work, and instead I get high just like that! (Crazy woman on loose!!! :-p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really really low for the past few days. Confused, angry, sad, irritated etc. It was like I was surrounded with so much negativity. It was not a very good phase. Thank God it was just for few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I am back to being the happy-me! No more sadness, no more negativity. So, I decided to go out and have some fun. My friend (Moon di) and I went to town where we met one of her friends Fawda (thats what they call him, but his good name is Pratik). We went to have lunch at Cafe Leopold, where they had loads and loads of food, and I just got tired of eating. Damn! I couldnt even finish my meal :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loads of alcohol testing happened, he checked all the 'shes' out and we checked all the 'hes' out. Sometimes its fun! And especially these firangs! What are they made up of? Like one of my friend says ''They are so delicious!''. Haha! I am not even getting there ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After lunch we went to EROS for a film : The Prince of Persia. I wasnt really keen, but then Moon di pulled me for it. I love going to these stand-alone theatres, they are old and its sometimes good to go these places instead of the multiplexes. Its a nice 'change' ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved the movie. Actually 'someone' said that that someone had downloaded the film and thus was supposed to give it to me. But I think that someone is very 'busy', and I dont think I will get ANY film and thus land up watching no films during my holidays, which I dont want to happen. So I went for the film. And it was a good decision. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the film we went to one of my favourite places : MARINE DRIVE. This place is divine. You are happy go to Marine Drive, you can celebrate your happiness there. You are sad, go to Marine Drive, you can share your sorrow there. This place is magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we were back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved every inch of this day. And what I love more is that I am back to being HAPPY! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-5248717239150622055?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5248717239150622055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=5248717239150622055&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5248717239150622055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5248717239150622055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-me.html' title='Happy me!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3465325904949217244</id><published>2010-06-06T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:45:08.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Baby, I'd love you to want me,&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you, the way that it should be'' :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3465325904949217244?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3465325904949217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3465325904949217244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3465325904949217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3465325904949217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-life-baby-id-love-you-to-want-me-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2621342361614513117</id><published>2010-06-03T17:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:13:40.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNEHA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Wingdings;	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;	mso-font-charset:2;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier I was completely aversive to the idea of change. Change was that word which induced an uncomforting feeling in me. I was so sensitive towards it that my insides churned and twisted everytime I thought of the various changes that have and that will occur in my life. I always, ALWAYS preferred to live in a small, clustered world of mine, which was very very secure. Any thing which I thought would be a potential source of change in life, I would avoid it, be it a thing, situation or a person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But like someone said ‘’People change as time changes, you see’’, and now I completely agree to that. Infact everything around us changes, its forever changing. Sometimes we notice the change, most of the time the change goes unnoticed, because we choose not to notice. I always preferred to ignore the change, very consciously most of the times as I said it is not a very comfortable thing for me. But I’ve seen me changing, a change which I think is for good. I have changed so much and so fast that when I look back I ask myself ‘’Oh! My God! Was that really me? I used to think like that? Look like that? Do stuff like that?’’ And since the change was positive I enjoyed it. I loved it. So then I questioned why am I so opposed to the negative or let’s put it in another way, less positive or less favourable changes in life? Why am I so closed to them? Why do I not handle them in a more matured way?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why a change in institution affect me so badly? Or why the fact that a childhood friend now has changed and spends a little more time with his girlfriend irritates me? Or why the fact that a friend who leaves the city or country leaves me with the most uncomfortable feeling on earth with the idea that I may probably never be able to see that person again and that the person will forget me? Or why as a matter of fact that if I leave this place, I might be leaving behind everything and everyone I own and know?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Insecurity is what you may term this as. But its not insecurity. I am not an insecure person at all, &lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;fear the change&lt;/strike&gt;, used to fear the change. I don’t anymore, and that is very comforting. I have realized that change is the only constant thing in life, the sooner you accept it, better it is. Life is much much much more easier now that I have accepted the fact that change is inevitable and necessary aswell. No more angst in me because of this. I am a very happy person at this point of time. Changes have occurred, perspective has broadened, better things have happened and maturity has dawned in.&amp;nbsp; (Hopefully!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will love any change. A change in the world, in my life, in me or in you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS: I wrote a small post on how much I hate/dislike change, maybe a year back, and now look at the 'change' in me ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2621342361614513117?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2621342361614513117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2621342361614513117&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2621342361614513117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2621342361614513117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/seasons-change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-303523133556204651</id><published>2010-06-03T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:06:18.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAeTSQua1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iyQSU2xop0I/s1600/6688_125923545615_739385615_3473346_2504571_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAeTSQua1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iyQSU2xop0I/s400/6688_125923545615_739385615_3473346_2504571_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it ring a bell to YOU? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-303523133556204651?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/303523133556204651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=303523133556204651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/303523133556204651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/303523133556204651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-it-ring-bell-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAeTSQua1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iyQSU2xop0I/s72-c/6688_125923545615_739385615_3473346_2504571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6741240998391125622</id><published>2010-05-31T16:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:22:49.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;This tag I picked from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumblesandtumbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-tag.html" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Rain Crab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; 's blog. Really liked it so I though I'll do it. You too can, if you want to. Tags are fun :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I dont have any scar as such, but yeah I have got hurt plenty of times...like fell down a cycle and broke my head, fell down innumerable times and returned home with bleeding knees and elbows etc. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is on the walls in your room?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A calender, two posters, one notice board, and a wall hanging :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What does your phone look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It definitely looks pretty and thats why I own it. Its some slider thingy, Nokia 7610 Supernova.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What music do you listen to?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything except for heavy metal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any song with amazing lyrics does the trick for me. I look for songs with meaning and ofcourse it depends on my mood aswell. Right now I am all obsessed with this one particular bengali song called 'Nirobe Dure', which means 'Faraway in silence'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAOMouaUKAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/d3bkL8UNLxU/s1600/DSCN1997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAOMouaUKAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/d3bkL8UNLxU/s200/DSCN1997.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little self obsessed I am! :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A holiday, a break from everything and everyone I own and know. I think I've mentioned this couple of times. I really really need one break and then start afresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Whats not there to believe in it? Anyway, yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What time were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:50 pm, according to the birth certificate and mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Are your parents still together?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am listening to a song ; 'I wish you were here' by Incubus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. The last person to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; My bua ji, before they left for Calcutta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Davidoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black for both hair and eye :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like pain killers?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; They do relieve you from pain and thats when one can like them, but then they cause internal bleeding, so I try to avoid them as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am not shy, maybe more egoistic. I know I know it sucks, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fave pizza topping?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; As long as it has chicken in it and its not sweet, I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who was the last person you made mad&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one!!! But I definitely made someone happy ;-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;To fall in love, there is time. To love, I am already there. :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not very sure about that someone though. :-p &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6741240998391125622?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6741240998391125622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6741240998391125622&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6741240998391125622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6741240998391125622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title='Tag :-D'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAOMouaUKAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/d3bkL8UNLxU/s72-c/DSCN1997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6766298424378434954</id><published>2010-05-30T15:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:52:31.061+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'>When 'They' came to Bombay</title><content type='html'>They here are my relatives (bua ji and her family) who came to Bombay (from Calcutta) for a vacation. They were here for 15 days and left yesterday night. I did not even realize&amp;nbsp; when these 15 days passed, it was like you-blink-and-its-over kind of a thing. I am of course missing them, especially my cousins. These few days were both good and bad for me. I, for more than million reasons was extremely&amp;nbsp; frustrated and mad at my mom, we were at loggerheads almost all the time. And I don't know why, why my relatives have the habit of interfering in every tiny itsy-bitsy piece of my life, to the extent of what film I watch and what food I eat. And of course they need to pass some judgment on everything I do, which is very annoying. I know they love me a lot and so do I, but then I need my space. I am not a kid anymore which they need to understand, and more than them my parents (especially my mom) need (needs) to understand. I understand you, you understand me, and ours will be a happy life! A very happy life indeed! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from all that it was fun exploring Bombay all over again. We had pretty good time, just that the heat tried to kill the fun, but we anyway did not give up :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIrU_6VMkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnA0wGgDgw8/s1600/DSCN2177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIrU_6VMkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnA0wGgDgw8/s320/DSCN2177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIsBjA30EI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Y05Jex9plzE/s1600/DSCN2178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIsBjA30EI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Y05Jex9plzE/s320/DSCN2178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIsPWNXDII/AAAAAAAAAdo/TDQRjAvTr5o/s1600/DSCN2180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIsPWNXDII/AAAAAAAAAdo/TDQRjAvTr5o/s320/DSCN2180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIstjeEKzI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WLF2Er02fz0/s1600/DSCN2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIstjeEKzI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WLF2Er02fz0/s320/DSCN2191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, they are twins!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAItdazJhUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P-0PFfg52cI/s1600/DSCN2215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAItdazJhUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P-0PFfg52cI/s320/DSCN2215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIt-LkXSwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mb-GXay8mT8/s1600/DSCN2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Oh, I did not mention this, I am done with college (I dont know whether I should be happy or sad!), I am almost a graduate now. Wow, I feel big :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end to this journey with Sophia is like an end of an era. This is the place to be, I am what I am majorly because of this place :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 29.05.2010 will always remain a very special day for me. I wont forget it, atleast for a very very very long time. 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came to Bombay'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TAIrU_6VMkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnA0wGgDgw8/s72-c/DSCN2177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3266283065774263320</id><published>2010-05-16T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:50:35.849+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raymond'/><title type='text'>Saamne yeh kaun ayaa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUoJeAplJoc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUoJeAplJoc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Saamne yeh kaun ayaa dil mein hui hulchul,&lt;br /&gt;Dekh ke bas ek hi jhalak ho gaye hum pagal...'' ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this ad! Raymond ads are always awesome, but this one makes me smile sooooo much every time I watch it! And the guy in the ad (Keith Sequeira) has done the job so so sooooo damn well..!! Raised the standards! Now I want my guy to dance like that! Haha! (No, seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Baatein, mulakatein, hum se bhi toh hongee,&lt;br /&gt;Humse khulenge woh aaj nahi toh kal...'' :-p&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/317034228456588934-3266283065774263320?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3266283065774263320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3266283065774263320&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3266283065774263320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3266283065774263320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/saamne-yeh-kaun-ayaa.html' title='Saamne yeh kaun ayaa..'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7950653850638716556</id><published>2010-05-12T11:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:59:34.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some things that I cannot share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are some things in life that one simply cant share. Its like whatever you do, how much ever you want you just cannot share them. Not even with your parents, your 'chuddy buddies', your best friend, close friends, favourite cousin or your boyfriend or girlfriend. It just doesnt happen, the sharing just doesnt happen. So some things which I cannot, absolutely cannot share are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.BOOKS : Yeah! Be it academic or not, I cannot share my books. In the past I did share textbooks and novels and stuff unwillingly but I did share, gave it to people who wanted to read and all that. But then I never got back my books the way I gave them. People would invariably scribble with 'pen' in my textbooks (dirty handwriting!) and novels and story books would come back to me in a torn and tattered condition and I remember some of them werent even returned to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I expect people to handle books with care. Books remain with you forever. They are precious! Yes, I am one of those people who goes 'book-shopping' and I know almost all the 'gali-nukkads' where you can get any book under the sky. ANY BOOK. Right way or wrong way, but you do get! (I am not promoting piracy!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So whenever I see any tattered or torn or a book in a bad condition my heart cries! It really does. So, I've stopped giving/sharing my books to/with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.SHOES : People who know me know how shoe-crazy I am. Every second girl is, but I am just a little too much. I buy shoes first and then go hunting for clothes that might go with them, usually its the other way round. I 'maintain' my shoes. I clean them, dry them, keep them in a box after every wear. Almost all my shoes are kept in a box, except for my regular 'oshos' and 'kolhapuri chappals' haha! Now any shoe-lover will agree with me that such maintenance&amp;nbsp; is mandatory! So after all this how? How can one even think that I can share my shoes with anyone? Or give it to someone to wear it for a day for a party or for some function or for a date! How? What if she trips and breaks the heel? Or what if she spills something on the shoes? Or what if she walks on a real bad road or mud? I am not paranoid. I just cannot share. And I really find it weird when people agree to share or give their shoes. Weird in a good way, and then something in my mind says ''look! look! why cant you do that!''. But then I am not going to do that, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.RELATIONSHIPS : Any kind, cannot be shared. I am very specific about relationships. I have this need to know where I stand in people's lives, its like a compulsion. I hate any ambiguity when it comes to relationships. And I cannot, again I will mention, ABSOLUTELY cannot share relationships with anyone else. Its not like if you are my friend then you cannot be friends with others (thats so duh!), but its more like you cannot give the position and importance that I hold in your life to someone else. I may not be your priority, I dont care, but whatever space you have allotted for me in your life, that is exclusive and I am not sharing it with anybody. I will vacate, but not share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So be it family, friends, classmates, acquaintances, best friend, romantic relationship, anything...I am not going to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thats it. See, I cannot share only three things: books, shoes and relationships. Otherwise you want anything I will give or share but not these three things! I am not a very possessive person, I just like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; my little space :-)&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/317034228456588934-7950653850638716556?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7950653850638716556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7950653850638716556&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7950653850638716556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7950653850638716556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-things-that-i-cannot-share.html' title='Some things that I cannot share'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7282667073478741342</id><published>2010-05-09T22:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:51:31.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there everyone! How are you? Its been quite some days that I havent been blogging (thankgod at this moment its 'days', sometime back it was 'months'!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the annoying reason which kept me away from writing was EXAMS! Yeah, like my friend said before they started ''mazak mazak mein aa hi gaye yeh exams phir se!!'' haha. These exams are such spoilers! And on top of that Mumbai University and its ways, double spoilers. My time table sucked to the core!! And its not like I am done with my exam, I have one more paper left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29.03.2010 : Practicals&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;21.04.2010 : Industrial Psychology&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;22.04.2010 : Cognitive Psychology&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;26.04.2010 : Counseling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;07.05.2010 : Abnormal Psychology&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.05.2010 : Testing and Statistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought graduation will be a cake walk. I realised that its not. Very late, but I did realise! &lt;br /&gt;Another not so good thing that I noticed is that how much ever I study, I dont seem to remember anything before the paper and it drives me maddddd! I mean how will you feel when your mind goes BLANK one day before the paper, and ofcourse revision becomes necessary. And in this case revision means reading the stuff all over again! Damn!!! University exams suck like full on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S-brdtnbXHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QeFF9Cfjlj0/s1600/DSCN2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S-brdtnbXHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QeFF9Cfjlj0/s320/DSCN2142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also 24.04.2010 was a good day :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7282667073478741342?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7282667073478741342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7282667073478741342&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7282667073478741342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7282667073478741342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-there-everyone-how-are-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S-brdtnbXHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QeFF9Cfjlj0/s72-c/DSCN2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2275727791876177830</id><published>2010-05-02T21:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:39:05.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing very different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Ira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S92jG6TK0XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wZljNoHbdXw/s1600/woman-smoking-fb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S92jG6TK0XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wZljNoHbdXw/s200/woman-smoking-fb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;''Lag ja gale ke phir yeh haseen raat ho naa ho...shayad is janam mein phir mulakat ho na ho...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You know what Ira, I just want the time to stop. I want to freeze this moment. I just want to lie like this with you, forever.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Forever?''. She giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yes, forever. Why? You dont want to?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Paas aaeeye ke hum nahi aayenge baar baar...&lt;br /&gt;bahe gale mein daal ke, hum ro le zaar zaar...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You know, you pass on your message so subtly. It hurts!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Do you have light?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I dont like when you smoke. Why can you smoke and I cannot?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Because I am elder to you and you've got to listen to me.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Fuck you!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking, looking at the dark sky with twinkling stars and lying with that one guy she loved. Ah! Life couldnt have been better. She too wanted to lie like this with him, FOREVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira met Vikram two years back, when Vikram's family moved into the city. Vikram needed a math tutor, and who better than Ira! She was the best math professor in the city. But she did not prefer giving tutions. But when Vikram approached her, she couldnt refuse. He was young, charming and charismatic. He had her at 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started with the math lessons, everyday, two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked her company and so did she. Soon they started spending more time with each other, more than those two hours. Chatting, talking about things in general, politics, novels, philosophy, news, music, art et cetra. They grew fond of each other, came really close to each other. More importantly, understood each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Ira, can I ask you a question?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yea! Sure! Go on..!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Where is your husband? I mean I never saw him!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You sure didnt, because I dont have any husband.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''What!! You never got married? Why?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Umm..because I never found my man. I had many men in my life, but none worth marrying'', she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yeah, I know. Ira, why do you smoke?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You ask too many questions!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder! Clouds clashed! It started raining. Raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Oh! How much I love rains!! Do you want to go up to the terrace?'' Ira asked Vikram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Yeah! I don’t mind. Infact I would love to!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like kids they ran upstairs, opened the terrace door, and then…woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I love! I love!! I absolutely love getting drenched in rain!!'' Ira exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''And I love seeing you getting drenched in rain..'' Vikram told her, holding her around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peals of laughter followed by moments that none could ever forget. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Lag ja gale ke phir yeh haseen raat ho naa ho...shayad is janam mein phir mulakat ho na ho...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying there, with a cigarette in hand, smoking, memories came rushing back to her. It has been 9 years now. She looked up at the dark sky, twinkling stars, slight breeze brushing through her face. Everything was just the same, except that she was lying there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a card with her, a wedding invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIKRAM WEDS PRIYA.&lt;br /&gt;WE HUMBLY SOLICIT YOUR GRACIOUS PRESENCE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushing hopes, teardrop in her eye. She knew this would come, she always knew. But it hurt her this time, crushed her insides this time because she found her man and lost him. And what was the hardest was that she won’t find him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Shayad phir is janam mein mulakat ho na ho...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared back at the dark sky, smoked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My first fictional story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2275727791876177830?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2275727791876177830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2275727791876177830&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2275727791876177830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2275727791876177830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/lag-ja-gale-ke-phir-yeh-haseen-raat-ho.html' title='Ira'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S92jG6TK0XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wZljNoHbdXw/s72-c/woman-smoking-fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-4925082688822234362</id><published>2010-04-15T06:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:13:45.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><title type='text'>Then and Now..</title><content type='html'>I was just going through my old posts, and there I stumbled across one of posts : 'My wants'...some things which I wanted back then, in 2008. Its more than 2 years now and I can see that I really do have most of the things that I wanted back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I wanted my own digital camera, which I have now! :-D (Yeah! Dads are supercool!!)&lt;br /&gt;2.I wanted a new cellphone. I know how much I cribbed for a new one, and everytime I hoped that it should fall and break, best if by my Mom! Mean, I know, but then thats the best way to get a new cellphone without even getting a yelling or whatever! :-p.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now have a really nice phone. No more ''I-want-a-new-phone'' cribbings for another 2 years! See I am a good child!&lt;br /&gt;3.I wanted a laptop. I am still using a desktop.&lt;br /&gt;4.I wanted to change my wadrobe! Successful. To some extent! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;5.I wanted kolhapuri chappals!!!!!!!!..Have them. Silver ones. No no, zyada 'jhatak' nahi hai !! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it actually feels good that I now have almost all the things that I wanted back then! So, what do I want now? Lets see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I want to pack my bags and just go somewhere far away. Preferably to the North-east. I've always wanted to do that, and I will hopefully do it someday. I need a break. A break from studies, family, friends, 'good friend', people I know, things I know, Bombay. Basically almost everything. I want to go backpacking. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I want to go to Goa. Yes, again. This time with friends, under NO 'ADULT SUPERVISION'. I mean, we all are adults now, we dont need security guards!! I dont know why most of the parents freak out when they hear their child say ''I want to go to GOA!!'' I mean that place is really cool. [Yes yes Rosanne, I know you'll love me for this! ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I want second ear piercings. By the way, I got my nose piercing done! Like finally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Chop my hair short. Like really short and crazy. Just chop it off!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Start working on a certain thing thats there somewhere in the back of my mind. I just need to kick start. Rest will follow I know! (Will disclose about this when the right time comes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Want to slap/punch SOMEONE really hard and ask ''WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? WHY DO I SENSE A WEIRD CHANGE IN YOU? WHY WHY WHY?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Start learning a foreign language. Italian, preferably! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Buy those 'purple boots'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Steal Ma'am Mendes's wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Make myself a more happy person! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 'evaluating' whatever I wrote that I want, some are materialistic but some arent. Some are achievable and some arent! My wants have increased and so has the level! Shows the change in me over these 2 years I guess. A drastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know 'want 1' and 'want 2' are contradicting...but then, who cares! :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-4925082688822234362?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4925082688822234362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=4925082688822234362&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4925082688822234362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4925082688822234362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now..'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7162506512004941449</id><published>2010-04-11T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:14:17.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some interesting stuff'/><title type='text'>Since I love tags...</title><content type='html'>RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Asked someone to marry you? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Ever told a lie? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Kissed a picture? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Held a snake? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Been suspended from school? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Stolen from a store? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Been fired from a job? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Done something you regret? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Kissed in the rain? Innocent :-(, :-p&lt;br /&gt;    * Sat on a roof top? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Kissed someone you should'nt? INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;    * Sang in the shower? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Shaved your head? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Had a boxing membership? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Made a boyfriend cry? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Been in a band? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Shot a gun? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Donated Blood? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Eaten alligator meat? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Eaten cheesecake? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Still love someone you should'nt? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Have/had a tattoo? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent and Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Been too honest? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Ruined a surprise? Guilty :-(&lt;br /&gt;    * Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward? Guilty :-p&lt;br /&gt;    * Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;    * Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Joined a pageant? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;    * Had communication with your ex? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent&lt;br /&gt;    * Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came across this one on someone else's blog. Thought I shall pick it up and do it. Ya ya, I know, old habbit. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too can, if you want to :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7162506512004941449?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7162506512004941449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7162506512004941449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7162506512004941449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7162506512004941449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-i-love-tags.html' title='Since I love tags...'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3926813834652549602</id><published>2010-04-09T06:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:00:34.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being single.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Single se Ideal Man tak!</title><content type='html'>These days wherever I go, whoever I meet I am bombarded with just one question which irritates me to the core, and the million dollar question is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''So, are you single?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''So! You are not single? Who is the guy?'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Arey! Bol na! Its no big deal!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I dont want to say whether I am single or not! The fact that I did not pull out THIS one topic clearly should make you realise that I dont want to tell you about my 'relationship' status. You dont say anything and they will assume! You say something and they will definitely assume! People I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, when I was on a girly nightout the same topic came up. Now they to some extent have an idea of what I am upto and where exactly I am heading or what is happening in 'my life', but when it comes to the spicy hot topic of 'relationship' status, they too are pretty much lost just the way I am. Now you know why there is a 'silence' followed after the ''are you single'' question, because I simply dont know. I dont know whether I am single or not, neither is there any effort from my side to know about it. With this I am cool, but with what I not-so-cool is that I DONT KNOW about this tiny bit of my life and which is very irritating. I am that kind of a person who needs to know everything, like EVERYTHING! So yes, this one bit is very irritating and annoying. But on the other hand I dont even want to explore. Confused ass! I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway another very 'interesting' topic that usually comes up in such nightouts and which did come up in ours too was about 'MY IDEAL MAN'. I mean, all of us (girls) do think about 'that one guy' right? The one who will love us like crazy, will fight for us, will kill that villainous guy who eyes us, will sing for us or dance for us, will make romantic dinners and take us out for dates. When we'll be with them, we are the only one he will be looking at, will make us laugh,cant stand even one tear drop and all the other goodies that you can think of. Right? Mills and Boons. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though aware of this ALL of us do picture our guy to be like this. (Now dont say..''huh! I dont!'', cuz you know YOU DO!). No harm though, just that we do face disappointment, because such a guy doesnt exist! Unfortunately, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So realizing this, we start bitching about men, whether he be your brother or boyfriend or best friend. ''MEN ARE SUCH JERKS!''..cracks me up everytime I hear this one line! Haha! They dont seem to get anything. You need to be straightforward with them. ALL THE TIME! Yuck! The word 'hint' doesnt feature in their dictionary. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically moral of the story is: no prince charming exists! Men are jerks! But still you need them. (Except if you are a lesbian! In that case, woman you are lucky, you love another very intelligent woman, and thus you dont have to go through what we go through.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway even though I know about all the 'harsh' reality and I mentioned some above, I still am waiting for my 'GERRY KENNEDY'. Just a little hope, that he may exist. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3926813834652549602?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3926813834652549602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3926813834652549602&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3926813834652549602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3926813834652549602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/single-se-ideal-man-tak.html' title='Single se Ideal Man tak!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2814217547827750279</id><published>2010-04-04T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:50:28.373+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='very random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I cannot think of a title because....</title><content type='html'>Life, in general is so simple. You have a set plan. You know what you will be doing for today, tomorrow and day after and so on...At least most of the things fall into the proper places, where they are meant to fall, and thoda bahut idhar-udhar toh chalta hi hai ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is a deviation, major or minor, but a deviation which has the potential to affect you and your life. Positive or negative or maybe both. Happens right? How do you cope up with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if if that deviation is not any event, but just a thought or idea? Some thought that occupies your mind majorly! A thought that doesn't let other thoughts to fit in. A thought that you really want to get rid of, but it is just so demanding that it doesn't leave you. What then? Seriously! What then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2814217547827750279?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2814217547827750279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2814217547827750279&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2814217547827750279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2814217547827750279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cannot-think-of-title-because.html' title='I cannot think of a title because....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8171240080669058735</id><published>2010-04-03T00:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:58:48.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vague.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''I know you want me...you know I want ya!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to! I dont want to! I mean I dont know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not wrong...is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8171240080669058735?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8171240080669058735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8171240080669058735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8171240080669058735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8171240080669058735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-you-want-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7507028549329271990</id><published>2010-03-30T23:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:56:10.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am sooo done with you!</title><content type='html'>For a year now, you made me do things which I otherwise dont do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me read innumerable amount of blacky-badly-printed photocopied papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me think about other men and their work. Day and night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me work like an ass. ( Donkey wala ass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me spend precious hours of my life with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forced me to forget that I have a social life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me type and type and type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me forget about my lunch and dinner 'n' number of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me hunt for 'S' and in some cases 'Ss'. It wasnt any less than begging...''please come! please come!! Pleaseee!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me sacrifice sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me cranky, you made me crib and you made me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me nervous, every damn time I had you. EVERYTIME. Me nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Mister! I am oh so done with you. I dont give two hoots to you! Muhahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7507028549329271990?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7507028549329271990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7507028549329271990&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7507028549329271990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7507028549329271990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-sooo-done-with-you.html' title='I am sooo done with you!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1638615404923156130</id><published>2010-02-20T19:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:03:17.251+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I know just where to touch you&lt;br /&gt;And I know just what to prove&lt;br /&gt;I know when to pull you closer&lt;br /&gt;And I know when to let you loose&lt;br /&gt;And I know the night is fading&lt;br /&gt;And I know the time's gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I gotta tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Are streaming through the waves in your hair&lt;br /&gt;And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like a spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost&lt;br /&gt;And it's looking for a rhythm like you&lt;br /&gt;You can take the darkness from the pit of the night&lt;br /&gt;And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nothing till I give it to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna make it like you do&lt;br /&gt;Making love out of nothing at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just chose certain lines, well because I precisely feel that way. Why? For whom...let that remain unanswered. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Air Supply!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1638615404923156130?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1638615404923156130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1638615404923156130&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1638615404923156130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1638615404923156130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-know-just-where-to-touch-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3441598223535533149</id><published>2010-02-19T22:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:20:54.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tttttaggggg!</title><content type='html'>Some characteristics of my ''MAN''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. brown hair | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;black hair &lt;/span&gt;| blonde hair | red hair&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt; | short | same height as you&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ears &lt;/span&gt;| eyebrow piercings | snake bites | no piercings | other&lt;br /&gt;4. tattoos | no tattoos...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything will do as long as he can carry it :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. skater | punk | player | indie | cowboy | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;musician&lt;/span&gt; | prep | jock | other&lt;br /&gt;6. shy | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;outgoing &lt;/span&gt;| in between&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; | hyper | loud | quiet&lt;br /&gt;8. blue eyes | brown eyes | green eyes....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. wears tight jeans | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wears normal jeans&lt;/span&gt; | other&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt; | vans | nikes | skate shoes | other&lt;br /&gt;11. listens to: metal | rap | indie | classic rock | country | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;| other&lt;br /&gt;12. compliments too much | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;compliments when necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jokes around all the time&lt;/span&gt; | jokes when necessary&lt;br /&gt;14. sensitive | hides emotion |&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; acts tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. hobbies: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; | skating | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt; | drawing | fishing | other&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;loves to hold&lt;/span&gt; | loves to be held&lt;br /&gt;17. tons of muscles | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt; | skinny | chubby&lt;br /&gt;18. pale | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;average &lt;/span&gt;| tan | dark&lt;br /&gt;19. wavy hair | curly hair | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;straight hair&lt;/span&gt; | long hair | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;short hair&lt;/span&gt; | longish hair&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take this tag: leave a comment :)&lt;br /&gt;Post yours in comment. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3441598223535533149?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3441598223535533149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3441598223535533149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3441598223535533149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3441598223535533149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/tttttaggggg.html' title='Tttttaggggg!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6616157831003445572</id><published>2010-02-19T21:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:38:18.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy V' Day</title><content type='html'>Belated in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do this year on this day? Well nothing much. I kind of had a date with Star Movies and my Counseling textbook (yeah, bite me! :-p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were showing some pretty amazing films on Star movies and I am a sucker for romantic flicks. Just love them!! So it was like a good day for me, because otherwise these people choose not to play such films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that no romance or love is happening here (and its NOT sad and it doesnt suck!), but it doesnt even mean that its great. I am unaffected. (*smiles widely*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6616157831003445572?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6616157831003445572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6616157831003445572&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6616157831003445572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6616157831003445572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V&apos; Day'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8906373077084734306</id><published>2010-02-18T18:23:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:51:53.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You spin my head right round..right round... ;-)</title><content type='html'>16/01/2010 was the day. Time post 10 pm, starts our awesome-possum nightout!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Moon di's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People: Monali didi, Moon didi, Shompi didi, Topa, Rakesh dada, Pavi and me. (Yeah, bong nicknames!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Auntie's biryani (which was yummmm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies: Kung-fu panda and Hangover ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game: Twister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One suggestion, if you drink then never play twister after drinking and if you dont drink, make those drunkards play twister. For obvious reasons :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one crazy night!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S30-m5VznfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Fiwi18Rr_k/s1600-h/DSCN1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S30-m5VznfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Fiwi18Rr_k/s200/DSCN1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572762881662450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S309ODLR3ZI/AAAAAAAAARw/C98S1WgmMJ4/s1600-h/DSCN1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S309ODLR3ZI/AAAAAAAAARw/C98S1WgmMJ4/s200/DSCN1813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439571236513504658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S308NJm9WcI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ni00aaYzUKA/s1600-h/DSCN1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S308NJm9WcI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ni00aaYzUKA/s200/DSCN1806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439570121548716482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S306_bya_eI/AAAAAAAAARg/WP2bwlO8-n0/s1600-h/DSCN1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S306_bya_eI/AAAAAAAAARg/WP2bwlO8-n0/s200/DSCN1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439568786398838242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8906373077084734306?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8906373077084734306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8906373077084734306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8906373077084734306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8906373077084734306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-spin-my-head-right-roundright-round.html' title='You spin my head right round..right round... ;-)'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S30-m5VznfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Fiwi18Rr_k/s72-c/DSCN1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-893006602292081803</id><published>2010-02-14T20:38:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:21:43.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Since 31st October 2009....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have been pretty much like a vegetable since 31st October,2009. But then that is just when it comes to blogging. I was sooooo busy since then. I mean ofcourse not like the Prime Minister, but I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had K'scope (which was postponed and a huge hit!), exams, results, submissions, horrible practicals, projects, tests, black-list, night-outs, movies, friends, family and much more to handle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K'scope was loads of hard-work and fun and tension and goof ups. I had two most annoying colleges on campus, with the most irritating Contingent leaders who just came to Bombay to meet relatives and lovers! (I am talking about the outstation colleges). Anyway apart from these people, others were as usual awesome and nice! We had no problem with them at all. Also, thanks to Kscope, I stayed in the college hostel for a week. The hostel, without any terms and conditions and without any rules...where we could sleep at 3 am and get up at 10 am. Take bath at 4 am and again at 3 pm. Where no Sister Kirti came knocking the doors to collect the cellphones (Oh, incase you dont know, the college hostel has a weird rule where the hostelites have to submit their phones by 10 pm...yes, weird I know. But rules are meant to be broken, and they do it really well...wont tell you how though! *yeah bite me*). Where the mess food was good, wi-fi was on 24x7. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in room 17, that is Anam and Nusrat's room. I got to sleep on anam's bed and that fool slept down, because I was her guest. Fool that she is. Never get the same treatment in class though! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also got the best TY coord award. I was so happy and I cried soo much, because it was my last kscope. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kscope, bang!!! we had our exams...horrible, terrible word! But we had and we gave and we overcame! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then December and January were hectic months, thanks to project submissions and practicals. Anyway in middle of all that...I got my nose pierced (yay!!!), it was Coffee's birthday (not that he celebrated it. Ek treat bhi nahi mila...dude! read! :-p) and had an awesome nightout at Moon di's place (saw 2 fatang movies, ate, played and had loads of fun :-D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was even black-listed for lack of attendence. But thats like bullshit. Because I am a very regular student, and I have my records, but a particular someone who happens to be my professor and the vice-principle was indeed surprised that my name was in the blacklist, exclaimed "oh even you are there" and then refused to re-check! :-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now apart from academics nothing much is happening. Also, in another 4 months I will be a graduate! Yes, a graduate and then another journey will begin. I feel so big already :-D.....aaaa..no actually I dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l9j5eeSUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GIdTIaMf6Kw/s1600-h/Image0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l9j5eeSUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GIdTIaMf6Kw/s200/Image0487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438516080704112962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l58aTSEDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-sl8Woc5dgo/s1600-h/Image0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l58aTSEDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-sl8Woc5dgo/s200/Image0300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438512103785893938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l5Y9TqXeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aaLUZpqR0Cs/s1600-h/Image0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S302giSlodI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nfGnscwfUb0/s200/12954_190345520805_508460805_3537716_7432487_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563857521910226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S302Zy2RtTI/AAAAAAAAARI/7epmCri5K3o/s1600-h/12954_191276705805_508460805_3545540_7872275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S302Zy2RtTI/AAAAAAAAARI/7epmCri5K3o/s200/12954_191276705805_508460805_3545540_7872275_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563741707482418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301_MtHyFI/AAAAAAAAARA/DWDytWvE9TA/s1600-h/12954_190343205805_508460805_3537684_2687299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301_MtHyFI/AAAAAAAAARA/DWDytWvE9TA/s200/12954_190343205805_508460805_3537684_2687299_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563284791937106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301o4POeAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OiVg9ThVLJM/s1600-h/12954_190344960805_508460805_3537708_33277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301o4POeAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OiVg9ThVLJM/s200/12954_190344960805_508460805_3537708_33277_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439562901340715010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301TS0DwAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hEdJv398wu8/s1600-h/12954_192024110805_508460805_3551165_2114747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S301TS0DwAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hEdJv398wu8/s200/12954_192024110805_508460805_3551165_2114747_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439562530517401602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Photo courtesy: Photography team, K'scope 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-893006602292081803?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/893006602292081803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=893006602292081803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/893006602292081803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/893006602292081803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-31st-october-2009.html' title='Since 31st October 2009....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/S3l9j5eeSUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GIdTIaMf6Kw/s72-c/Image0487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2279054918915367344</id><published>2009-10-31T00:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:07:57.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ajeeb dastaan hai yeh..&lt;br /&gt;kahan shuru kahan khatam..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is L.I.F.E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeh manzilein hai kaunsi..&lt;br /&gt;na woh samajh sake na hum..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2279054918915367344?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2279054918915367344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2279054918915367344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2279054918915367344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2279054918915367344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/ajeeb-dastaan-hai-yeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1010128692336891396</id><published>2009-10-20T23:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:05:54.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag :-)</title><content type='html'>Yes, yet again I tag myself...and the tag as follows! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)1) A – Available/Single?&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT available!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) B – Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Close friends: moon didi, shubho, ishani , deepak, noel, suppu, shivam, harsh. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) C – Cake or Pie?&lt;br /&gt;cake! cake! CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) D – Drink of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Water. What? Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) E – Essential item you use every day?&lt;br /&gt;chapstick and a comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) F – Favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) G – Gummy Bears Or Worms?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) H – Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Calcutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I – Indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;Paani-puri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) J – January or February?&lt;br /&gt;January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) K – Kids &amp; their names?&lt;br /&gt;Three -- 2 boys and a girl :-D&lt;br /&gt;Havent really thought of all the names, but one of my son's name will be AKASH! I dont know why, but i really like this name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) L – Life is incomplete without?&lt;br /&gt;Family and my bunch of "friends". With them I can live amazingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) M – Marriage date?&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know, but I do intend to get married and have a family :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) N – Name? Your real name!!&lt;br /&gt;Neha Mukherjee. That is it! Yes I dont have a middle name (bigdeal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) O – Oranges or Apples?&lt;br /&gt;Oranges. I somehow dont like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) P – Phobias/Fears?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any phobia. But I do have weird fears. Dont want to disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Q – Quote for today?&lt;br /&gt;'i need no warrant for being,and no word of sanction upon my being.I am the warrant and the sanction.'-Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) R – Reason to smile?&lt;br /&gt;When my mom gets irritated (ya! i love that :-D)&lt;br /&gt;When my dad calls, while he is away.&lt;br /&gt;When I am with Suppu and Shivam.&lt;br /&gt;When someone messages or calls me out of the blue! (someone in general)&lt;br /&gt;When its saturday.&lt;br /&gt;When I receive a phone call and hear..."sexy!!!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;When I sit back and think about my "school days". What fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;Small little gestures by the people I love. Sometimes they just do it, but I notice and its soooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;When Coffee suddenly starts dancing (not full blown, just like that types!) in the middle of the road! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Rock On!!! :-p &lt;br /&gt;When babies laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and so much more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) S – Season?&lt;br /&gt;Winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) T – Tag 3 People?&lt;br /&gt;You want to do it? You can :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) U – Unknown fact about me?&lt;br /&gt;That I am a good listener too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) V – Vegetable you don’t like?&lt;br /&gt;Brocolli. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) W – Worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination! "will do...doing it...there is still time" etc etc, I want to get rid of these. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) X – X-rays?&lt;br /&gt;Twice I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Y – Your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that tastes good, I like! (my anything is not actually anything, its very restricted! :-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Z – Zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Aries! No doubt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1010128692336891396?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1010128692336891396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1010128692336891396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1010128692336891396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1010128692336891396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag.html' title='Tag :-)'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2347068453009427633</id><published>2009-10-10T21:36:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:37:01.177+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay'/><title type='text'>Oh Bombay!</title><content type='html'>6:20 am VT local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am bus no.28 to PEDDER ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Sophia College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro.Sterling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhu. Chowpatty. Bandstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colaba Causeway: Beads. Chappals. Jholas. Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gateway Of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopold's. Churchill. Pizzeria. Piccadilly. Theobroma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora Fountain. Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskon. Haji Ali. Mount Mary's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapoos. Ganna juice ("bhaiya straw ke saath please!"). Nimboo paani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhel-puri. Paani-puri. Ragda-patties. Vada-pav. Dabeli. Chinese-bhel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linking Road. Hill road. Fashion street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town. Suburbs. Western line. Central line. Harbour line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bade Miyan. Bagdadi. Noorani's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankies. Rolls. Sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer. Rains. Summer. Weird weather. Rains. Summer. Winter. (the cycle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanpatti. Chamiya. Kadak. Aila. Ai-shappath. Chamaaaat. Kopcha. Sumdi. Halkat etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence. Love. Betrayal. Help. Gossip. Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my BOMBAY. I love this city. Its my home! MY HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w265.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w265.photobucket.com/albums/ii206/nehamukherjee/0864c1e2.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I may have missed some places. And certain pictures are not clicked by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2347068453009427633?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2347068453009427633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2347068453009427633&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2347068453009427633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2347068453009427633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-bombay.html' title='Oh Bombay!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2323087530087133769</id><published>2009-10-04T22:45:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:38:57.891+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an awesome day for me! Since Moon didi is back home (she was hospitalized few days back) she herself threw a lunch for us! :-D. Yeah well I know we shouldve done that, but then its okay, she loves to cook and so called us for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes yummy food! Today she made some Pula sorte shachwa (some french thingy!)...but to make your and my life easier, they also have an english name for it: Chicken in brown sauce! After lunch we played cards and it was soooo much fun! I also took some amazing songs from Mumu didi (Moon didi's elder sister). After that we did timepass (that is clicked pictures!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all it was a really great day! yay!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsomodABXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p6Mvp-A9dys/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsomodABXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p6Mvp-A9dys/s200/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389162380523560514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsoljI_TYhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oX7M4RrKHWA/s1600-h/DSCN1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsoljI_TYhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oX7M4RrKHWA/s200/DSCN1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389161189740864018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsokWyMXIHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dDUJKwAj27Q/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsofLQEZhYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wQq8UOkTSk8/s200/DSCN1604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389154182254658946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2323087530087133769?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2323087530087133769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2323087530087133769&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2323087530087133769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2323087530087133769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-awesome-day-for-me-since-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsomodABXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p6Mvp-A9dys/s72-c/DSCN1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-5412525413745624325</id><published>2009-10-02T22:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:28:55.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just like that...</title><content type='html'>Few things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the early morning breeze that touches my face.&lt;br /&gt;2.the way the ground smells after rains.&lt;br /&gt;3.chicken curry and rice.&lt;br /&gt;4.long phone conversations with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;5.festivals.&lt;br /&gt;6.dancing&lt;br /&gt;7."adda"&lt;br /&gt;8.mango milkshake&lt;br /&gt;9.Andaz Apna Apna :-)&lt;br /&gt;10.marine drive and chana masala&lt;br /&gt;11.every evening at the adda! :-)&lt;br /&gt;12.F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this in someone else's blog, thought even I would do it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Its also there in Facebook. Anyway even you can do it if you want to. Its fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-5412525413745624325?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5412525413745624325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=5412525413745624325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5412525413745624325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5412525413745624325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that...'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8310967992657983687</id><published>2009-09-29T22:10:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:48:38.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Durga Pujo, 2009</title><content type='html'>This year's Durga Pujo was good. It wasnt great fun because one of our "gang" members, my Moon di was down with malaria and stomach infection and thus was hospitalized. We shopped soooo much and she couldnt wear even a single thing that she bought for herself. Also she is my "picture partner", we both can pose for n number of pics and never get tired. She is sooo much fun to be with. (Yes she is my best friend).Anyway she is okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just me, Shubho, Rakesh dada, Tuptup didi, Ronnie and Mumu didi (Moon di's elder sister). All we did was dress up, go to the pandal, eat, do "timepass" and rush to the Vashi pujo at night for dinner. The food was okay there. We wanted to have authentic bengali food like chops, mughlai parantha,phuchka, fries (not french fries) etc etc. I couldnt go pandal hopping though, my parents did and so did Shubho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was good but I missed Moon didi (we all did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsNEXUcJWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zLt46DXbGUc/s1600-h/DSCN1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsNEXUcJWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zLt46DXbGUc/s200/DSCN1409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387224746679687906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsNDS29jAvI/AAAAAAAAANs/fEyfVOaSNXs/s1600-h/DSCN1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsNJA5l09MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ybKCdU4sZ9Q/s200/DSCN1454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387229859073553602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8310967992657983687?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8310967992657983687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8310967992657983687&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8310967992657983687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8310967992657983687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/durga-pujo-2009.html' title='Durga Pujo, 2009'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SsNEXUcJWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zLt46DXbGUc/s72-c/DSCN1409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7725576602310911048</id><published>2009-09-17T23:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:19:08.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am METROSEXUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SrJ2aH1tzJI/AAAAAAAAANE/csVWo-PMnaU/s1600-h/Image0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SrJ2aH1tzJI/AAAAAAAAANE/csVWo-PMnaU/s200/Image0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382494695814188178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SrJ2PLfpEtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WKV3bEc8t5E/s1600-h/Image0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SrJ2PLfpEtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WKV3bEc8t5E/s200/Image0353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382494507816784594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to say anything! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the tall, dark handsome man? Rough and tough MAN? Where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7725576602310911048?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7725576602310911048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7725576602310911048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7725576602310911048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7725576602310911048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-am-metrosexual.html' title='Yes I am METROSEXUAL'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SrJ2aH1tzJI/AAAAAAAAANE/csVWo-PMnaU/s72-c/Image0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2218150559406064344</id><published>2009-09-13T22:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:01:39.717+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My latest buy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sq0sJgilxwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vVmDUmJ0bog/s1600-h/black%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sq0sJgilxwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vVmDUmJ0bog/s200/black%2Bwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381005671643072258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lucky days when I got this awesome pair of stilettos from METRO sale. I love them! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2218150559406064344?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2218150559406064344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2218150559406064344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2218150559406064344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2218150559406064344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-latest-buy.html' title='My latest buy!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sq0sJgilxwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vVmDUmJ0bog/s72-c/black%2Bwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6055380713849441980</id><published>2009-09-08T23:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:47:43.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She met him a year back. One year and 3 months to be precise. In this one year, she met him almost everyday and spoke to him everyday and exchanged scraps and had online chats. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially she just did not like him. Found him too fast and that annoyed her a lot. But he is like that. She did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls. Ignored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages. Ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However she couldnt continue to ignore him (he was her best buddy's cousin!). So she met him. "Once!! only once i'll meet him, that too just for my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again. And again. And again....and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this happening, she did not even realise when she had fallen for him. He is the bad-guy. She is the saint. She likes bad boys. She wonders whether it will ever work out. Will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know. He doesnt know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say.."dil toh aakhir dil hai naa, meethi si mushkil hai naa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sqafn-4qfNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qZLi9ym67Rw/s1600-h/rdv-pr-beach-couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sqafn-4qfNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qZLi9ym67Rw/s200/rdv-pr-beach-couple2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379162314185014482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6055380713849441980?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6055380713849441980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6055380713849441980&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6055380713849441980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6055380713849441980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-met-him-year-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/Sqafn-4qfNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qZLi9ym67Rw/s72-c/rdv-pr-beach-couple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2864649808957946807</id><published>2009-09-07T21:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:21:40.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rains</title><content type='html'>She was sitting on her window pane with a hot cup of coffee. It was raining outside. Heavily. She looked at the pouring rain and memories came rushing back to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baba...look rains! Water! yipppeeeeyyyy!! Please lets make a paper boat and sail it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maa maa....its raining..can i go out? please please!! See all my friends are getting wet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Yeah hi, are you going to school? Shit ya its raining soo hard! I am toh bunking.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, take your umbrella with you and dont get wet! I will not take you to the doctor if you fall sick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shivam...ready? one, two, three...splashhhhhhhhhh!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kya kar rahe ho tum log? This water is NOT good! you may get some infection!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love to get wet in the rains..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexy! Wassup? Arent you getting bored? Come out...lets meet! So what if its raining? Who cares? Apun ke pass gaadi hai naa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whhaaaattt!! She has come to college? Why on earth? Are you mad! Why did you come today? Its pouring cats and dogs! Go home....please! We want to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and more just came rushing back to her. She sipped her hot coffee and thought of those wonderful moments, those wonderful conversations. Rains are so so beautiful, she wondered whether any other day would also bring back these memories the way the rains did today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2864649808957946807?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2864649808957946807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2864649808957946807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2864649808957946807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2864649808957946807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/rains.html' title='Rains'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-208977815013989315</id><published>2009-09-05T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:14:11.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><content type='html'>This year has been jinxed for us. Bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was this whole TEACHER'S STRIKE. It went on for 45 days. Okay i know that the teacher's are fighting for something really important, but what nonsense why do we need to suffer? We never got proper holidays and now we wont have diwali vacations also! I mean if they would have closed the college for those 45 days then it would have been fine. BUT NO! We had unofficial lectures and now we will be having block lectures in the month of october, so basically NO HOLIDAYS! Plus being a psychology single major student, we have sooo much to do!! Specially practicals and those stupid university projects! I mean i would have really loved doing them provided our professors wouldnt have pressurized us and created so much tension for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then second thing....SWINE FLU! I dont have to elaborate. This stupid thing ruined everything! I mean KALEIDOSCOPE got postponed! Kscope..postponed! (btw guys its happeneing from 17th nov to 22nd nov). Stupid swine flu and stupid people...masks! yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dont like this year! Too much to do, study and work but very little time. No time to breathe and i have soooo many problems to handle! :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-208977815013989315?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/208977815013989315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=208977815013989315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/208977815013989315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/208977815013989315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8313517961659193258</id><published>2009-06-10T21:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:43:16.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been actively blogging for quite sometime now even though i had all the time in the world ( you know vacations!). Yes lazy me!! But now i have decided that i will keep updating the blog whenever time permits! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some really really good things have happened to me in the past few months. I met my closest buddy ( yes Shivam is back!). I also got through Psychology single major (yeah i wanted it sooo much!). Kaleidoscope work will begin soon and I have adopted a puppy ( but i am not allowed to bring him home, street puppy..so I feed him regularly and I call him Chucky but my friends dont like that name! but as if I care I call him Chucky anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now some not so good things....I have a really really tight schedule.My college timetable is horrible and the portion is vast, never-ending and we cannot leave anything! :-( &lt;br /&gt;And my Coffee is going to Norway! I will miss you sooo much :-( No words can express how much that sooo much is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is my 50th post! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8313517961659193258?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8313517961659193258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8313517961659193258&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8313517961659193258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8313517961659193258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-been-actively-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8643423949225050549</id><published>2009-04-10T22:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:52:57.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tricky tag!</title><content type='html'>The reason why i like to do tags is that i dont have to make up anything...i need to think but i know what to write! (Did you understand? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway GENTLE WHISPERS has tagged me this time and i have to say that this one is a little tricky! Okay lets try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 is the rank that everyone wish to achieve! (uh so lame! dint know what to write!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 is the number of coordinators left in Team Despatch :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 is that time in the afternoon when i do nothing..absolutely nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 is the time when there is a powercut..everyday! (angry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 marks is what i had got once in my math test...hehe! I laugh about it now but trust me when i had got those marks it was killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 is the time in the evening when I go for my evening walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is the year when i had celebrated my birthday in train...it was bad! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 is the number of people there in our 'bong-gang'....we have fun..some serious fun :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th is the month of the year when KALEIDOSCOPE happens! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm is my deadline! i have to be back at home by 10 pm...though a little here and there happens all the time...but that is the set deadline! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag is soooo sooo tricky! I had to think soo much and some of them dont make sense also! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging ANURAG,BABBI and PJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8643423949225050549?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8643423949225050549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8643423949225050549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8643423949225050549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8643423949225050549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/tricky-tag.html' title='tricky tag!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1023683239186479533</id><published>2009-04-10T12:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:35:38.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Well this is FUN!! :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/490eebb11b871e9a/49deefc01775bee5/49ddf5ffacb7f460/19079516/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1023683239186479533?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1023683239186479533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1023683239186479533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1023683239186479533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1023683239186479533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-this-is-fun-d.html' title='Well this is FUN!! :-D'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1312959800685718139</id><published>2009-04-06T11:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:13:32.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Change is an essential theme of life. Accepted. But what if we could avoid it? Life would have been so so simple and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want people around me to change, I dont want things around me to change, I dont want the circumstances to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want YOU to change. I dont want anything to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1312959800685718139?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1312959800685718139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1312959800685718139&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1312959800685718139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1312959800685718139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2343060163066520667</id><published>2009-03-23T12:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:32:21.530+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psycho'/><title type='text'>SYBA ends...</title><content type='html'>Okay so another year of college has passed! Yes another awesome year has passed and I am not at all glad! Why do all good things come to an end?Why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, school was good..i made friends and things were just fine!But it was limited,there was a lot of partiality and somehow it did not let me grow...somehow and i really dont know whether its just applicable to me or not.The relationships I had built in school were quite superficial,some were not and i am glad about it but most were.The people in school be it the teachers or classmates all they knew was academics,studies and marks! If you dont score well you are a poor student and you know nothing and are treated not so nicely.I mean what I really want to know is..can a 3 hour examination test our knowledge?Can it really prove how good we are? Surely school days were fun and I miss them..specially my friends and the time we all had spent together.I am not very fond of my 11th and 12th years as I was mainly stuck with "bookworms"..seriously! All they knew was physics,chemistry,mathematics and IIT and PMT! And I did not belong to this category! I still dont understand why on earth did i do science in 11th and 12th! However my 8th 9th and 10th standard years were fun! Those were the years I will never forget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now back to college! After getting into SOPHIA my life has changed completely and I mean it.I always knew that South Mumbai colleges rock and that once you are associated with one of these colleges then there is no looking back! It feels so nice when I tell people that I am from SOPHIA's and they exclaim "wow!!SOPHIA...cool ya..lucky." I am indeed lucky and I feel that i am blessed that I got into such a prestigeous college!After getting admission here I got to study two of my favourite subjects ENGLISH LITERATURE and PSYCHOLOGY.I have ECONOMICS too but somehow I dont think I am ECO-MATERIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature (or just lit!) is one subject that has widened my perception and the way I look at things! I have learned so much from this subject.I now know that we should not only read a book but analyse it aswell and I know how to analyse a book now.How to interpret the hidden message from simple and subtle things!I am so so lucky to have had professors like DR.VAKIL , MA'AM JIHASA, MA'AM KANORIA and SISTER ANANDA! These four women are just AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its PSYCHOLOGY...now how can I express my love for this subject? All I can say is that I want to major in this subject and I am DESPARATE for it!SERIOUSLY!..Now this says all...doesnt it?hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I have found 'real' friends...I have learned how things work...the maddness during k'scope and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more year of college and this is NOT great for me! S.Y.B.A has ended and so will T.Y.B.A and I know that I wont even realise how and when the year will pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Nobody noticed the important things I wrote before my tag in my previous post! :(&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,this post is so so different from my usual way of writing! Dont you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2343060163066520667?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2343060163066520667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2343060163066520667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2343060163066520667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2343060163066520667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-another-year-of-college-has.html' title='SYBA ends...'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8218274796349693573</id><published>2009-02-27T21:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:29:53.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOKED!</title><content type='html'>Okay i think my blog will slowly turn into a TAG blog (is that appropriate?..i dont know!). But i guess i have no choice if i dont wish to have a ''CRIMINAL CASE' lodged against me. As there is no cyber freedom anymore and we live in a country where women cannot drink, smoke or go to pubs (or as a matter of fact do anything apart from sitting at home and producing kids..ideal ''bahu''!) orelse moral police officers like PRAMOD MUTHALIK ( who by the way has 45 criminal cases against him) will thrash us black and blue and teach us the RIGHT thing and tell us about Indian culture! You know what i just cant wait to learn about MY culture, MY India and what I should do with MY life from THEM! What social workers! AH-MAH-ZINGGGGG is the word! I mean what would we do without people like Ms.Pratibha Naithani who registers complaints with the police every 6 months to ban every other thing because she doesnt find them morally upright and thinks that her kids will suffer and very conveniently appears in the front page of the newspapers( aa..Miss one question please!..dont you have even 1% control over your children? I feel sorry for you!).But at the end of the day we live in a DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY....hmm what a BIG word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i shall not say anything (hehaw!) and continue with the tag. This time i was tagged by CYNNIE in FACEBOOK and when i read ANURAG's blog i realised that 'oh! I can publish the tag in my blog!yay!'...dude thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so 25 random things about me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I love to read, though i am lazy and donot easily start with a book, but once i do..then there is no stopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I love to shop!...and i love to bargain! I am good at it..seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I hate people who wear/use fake brands! I mean dont use a brand atall..who cares which branded pair of jeans or t-shirt you are wearing? Fake ones look so wannabe and one can make out that they are fake :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I love chocolates and ice-cream and i do not like to share either with anyone..apart from dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I love to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S and TOM and JERRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I love the colour white...it dominates my wardrobe bigtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)According to my friends and family..i talk a lot but i choose to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)I love to dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I want to be the lead singer of a band but it is impossible..because i just cannot sing! And i know that! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I love shoes!..i did mention that earlier in one of the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)I love to socialize..i cant be alone..it kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)I am the only child and seriously i miss having a sibling!!..i want someone to fight with! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)I dont understand the entire recession thing!!..why could it not happen 100 years later!!!!arrrrggghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)I hold very strong opinion about certain issues and never ever budge from them...neither do i plan to! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)I love pasta and pizza!..but i looovvvvveeeeeee bengali cuisine! (did you get the difference between the 2 loves?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)I will be getting a nose-piercing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)I dont smoke or drink....and i have absolutely no problem with people who do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)I love the winters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)I wear glasses while reading..but dont like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)I never give up while arguing...i make sure that i win...i know sometimes it is bad..but cannot help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)I love beaches..and thus i love Goa!...JUHU beach bhi acha hai..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)I want to own the dvd of F.R.I.E.N.D.S...all 10 seasons!(anyone listening?...my birthday is coming!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)I am not that fond of travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)I love clicking pictures of myself..hehe!..a lil self obssessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)I love to see people fight!..How mean of me..but its ok!hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8218274796349693573?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8218274796349693573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8218274796349693573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8218274796349693573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8218274796349693573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebooked.html' title='FACEBOOKED!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1580778175669099512</id><published>2009-02-07T22:58:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:36:34.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You dont eat, you dont go out, you sit at home and what do you do? You study!..yes you study for your stupid test!..you sleep at 1:30 am and wake up at 5:00 am..sacrifice SLEEP..SLEEPPPP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get over at 9:40 a.m on the test day (yes you have only 2 lectures!!..stupid isnt it?) and the test is scheduled at 1:15 pm (this is more stupid and disgusting!). So what do you do? You keep studying..bury yourself in the book because the portion is nothing less than 'MAHABHARATA' and since the subject is PSYCHOLOGY you need to pay extra attention and understand stuff otherwise it goes above your head! For around 4 hours you sit in one place and read and read and read and discuss topics with your equally frustrated friends. Then somehow you manage to finish the portion and reach ROOM NO. 27 (you dont even know where the hell room no. 27 is..you go mad searching and searching!!!)Anyway after all this you reach the room and wait...and wait and wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait for 30 minutes and realise that the professor will not come....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine...how will you feel then?...arrrrggggghhhhhh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is soo irritating..this was the first time when i was NOT glad that the test did not happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Gentle whispers gave me a blogger award.Sorry for mentioning it sooo late!Thank you Lyandra!My first ever blog award!yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SY3LMrm-qpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IKJE30LVbVs/s1600-h/proximidade_blog_award1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SY3LMrm-qpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IKJE30LVbVs/s320/proximidade_blog_award1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300115755210025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1580778175669099512?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1580778175669099512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1580778175669099512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1580778175669099512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1580778175669099512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dont-eat-you-dont-go-out-you-sit-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SY3LMrm-qpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IKJE30LVbVs/s72-c/proximidade_blog_award1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6928145607966158549</id><published>2009-01-26T12:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:15:14.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag and more tag.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time i have not been tagged officially..but i just chose to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had mentioned before also..I love doing tags!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ANURAG anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;A) ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE by COUNTING CROWS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes its that SHREK 2 wala song!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your occupation?&lt;br /&gt;A) I am a student..right now i am in SYBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A) Maggie!!!..I am a true MAGGIE fan..can have it for breakfast , lunch and dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Last person you spoke to on phone?&lt;br /&gt;A) Soumya ,about nothing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How old are you today?&lt;br /&gt;A):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;A) The Sixth Sense. What a film..amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favourite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;A) My birthday and all 4 days of Durga Pujo! :)&lt;br /&gt;And how can i forget the last day of exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Favourite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;A)Barbie Doll..!!..and the puzzles..and taklu..my sweet little baby..i still have him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;A) Winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A)Well...day before yesterday..had a fight with mom..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is the friend you have had the longest?&lt;br /&gt;A) Moon didi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;A)Went out for dinner with friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;A)Losing my loved ones...gives me goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;A)SUNDAY...i get to sleep till 10 am !! :D\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;A) 3 - MUMBAI , KOLKATA and VIZAG...and i am glad to be back in MUMBAI!..Mumbai is my place..!!&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your wish for this New Year?&lt;br /&gt;A)Get PSYCHOLOGY single major!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. New year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;A)No i dont have any..because i never follow them!hehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag BABBI!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6928145607966158549?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6928145607966158549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6928145607966158549&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6928145607966158549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6928145607966158549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-i-have-not-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-4794307862910473821</id><published>2009-01-25T23:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:56:31.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens when we grow up?Do we forget our childhood friends?Do we forget the people with whom we grew up?Do we forget those amazing moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you are 'committed' to a person? Dating someone? That person becomes the sole important person in your life? Does that mean that you'll forget your friends,the promises you made to them? That suddenly you will feel that the people with whom you've spent your entire childhood are BORING? That if your narrow-minded , un-intelligent , typical girl-without brains , moronic girlfriend is jealous of me..you will say that it is fine? FINE? That you will hang up on me because of that girl? And you will forget all others? All of us? Because of someone so new in your life? I know that tomorrow if you will fall we will be there to catch you , but I cannot say the same thing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not against you being in a relationship or spending time with the girl you 'love'. I mean if I would be against it then I would fall in the same category as she is . I am not those types who would demand all your time , that is totally ridiculous . But all i request you is to fulfill your promises...dont make promises and break them , because you are not just breaking promises but hearts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i call us?..We are friends? We were friends? OR we are friends (you know in front of everyone 'hi' 'hello' kinds..but there is defnitely no connection!)&lt;br /&gt;You have drifted away...just look back..we are still there , intact...just a gap..you know your place?There is a gap there..and we wont fill..its your place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry.&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I dont hold any grudge against your girlfriend . Its just that somehow she isnt doing the right thing and you have put a blindfold too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-4794307862910473821?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4794307862910473821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=4794307862910473821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4794307862910473821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4794307862910473821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happens-when-we-grow-updo-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-9212113358551451678</id><published>2009-01-12T22:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:28:29.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AFTER SUCH A LONG TIME!</title><content type='html'>Ohh god I am blogging after such a longtime!Not that i was very busy or anything like that but i was just lazy and did not blog! Yes i hate myself for not blogging!Anyway i am back and i hope that i will be more regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some updates...things that i have been doing while i was not blogging :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Saw HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3...ZAC EFRON is just amazing!I got goosebumps when they showed his close up! :)&lt;br /&gt;2)Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;3)Christmas party at Noel and Prisca's place! :)&lt;br /&gt;4)Saw GHAJINI with mom...the movie was just OK but AAMIR KHAN was good.&lt;br /&gt;5)Nothing great on 31st. :(&lt;br /&gt;6)2nd JAN college started and it was my mom's birthday too...not that we did anything special..she doesnt like to celebrate!so i dint get the chance to have a cake :(&lt;br /&gt;7)I attended the NATIONAL PSYCHOLOGY CONFERENCE in RUPAREL COLLEGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are elections going on for the STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT in our college and thus the canteen extension looks sooo sooo pretty..colourful !! Ahh..i love SOPHIA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-9212113358551451678?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9212113358551451678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=9212113358551451678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/9212113358551451678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/9212113358551451678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-such-long-time.html' title='AFTER SUCH A LONG TIME!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8071320135433572642</id><published>2008-12-10T18:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:37:46.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goa trip'/><title type='text'>GO GOA...</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this year i prayed to god that i anyhow want to go to goa this year..ANYHOW..with ANYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look...god granted my wish!During the diwali break i went to goa with my friends!!Though it was organised by college,we had loads of fun!!Goa is seriously a graet place and the beaches are just amazing.The best beach i found was THE VAGATOR BEACH...oh it feels like heaven there.The water is actually BLUEEE and its just awesome!The best thing was when we reached vagator the local guide asked us :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aapko Vagator beach mein kidhar janaa hai?Veg section mein ya non-veg section mein?"&lt;br /&gt;Our professor replied : "nahi nahi hum hotel mein lunch karenge.."&lt;br /&gt;Guide : "nahi madam main khane ki baat nahi kar raha hu...woh kya hai naa veg section mein sab Indian log jataa hai un logo ko non veg section pasand nahi...udhar sab FAREN (foriegn) log kamti kapda peheke ghumta hai!! toh aap kidhar jaayega?"&lt;br /&gt;Our professor amused :"aaa..hum dekhenge..aap araam kijiye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo funny,we all just couldnt stop laughing!The food there is amazing,specially the beachside shacks!!The shopkeeprs did give us a tough time because they obviously eyed the foriegn tourists for obvious reasons...but we were no less we know how to bargain..afterall we are compulsive colaba causeway and linking road shoppers!!hehe&lt;br /&gt;Things in goa and mumbai are quite similar so i dint buy many many things!But i bought my first dress...which is just sooo pretty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at MAPPLE VIVA in CALANGUTE which is an amazing hotel.Three girls were allotted one room which had two bedrooms...and both the rooms had AC and television and all the other necessities.Ofcourse ISHANI,SHAILEE and I were in the same room and we had a blast!Everynight we went off to sleep by 3 am and before that we kept chatting,clicking pictures and danced and laughed like mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those few days were amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooo much God for fulfilling my wish!I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8071320135433572642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8071320135433572642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8071320135433572642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8071320135433572642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-goa.html' title='GO GOA...'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3496584054781961425</id><published>2008-12-03T21:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:20:33.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STOP IT!!</title><content type='html'>Thats all i can say about the cruelity done by man against another man.&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless...lost...angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun do these terrorists get by killing innocent people?What kind of mentality do they have...they have full meal and then get up easily and start shooting at people as if they were nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand them and nor do i wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all this to stop...i want PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : how i wish god would grant my wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3496584054781961425?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3496584054781961425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3496584054781961425&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3496584054781961425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3496584054781961425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1392464172785659838</id><published>2008-10-24T20:57:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:19:01.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tag tag tag!</title><content type='html'>yeah i have been tagged again...love you PJ for this.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my love for tags is never ending..hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)IF YOUR LOVER BETRAYED YOU,WHAT WILL YOUR REACTION BE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)if he betrays me...well i'll let him go.forgive him because if that'll make him happy then why not?afterall i love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)IF YOU CAN HAVE A DREAM COME TRUE,WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)right now...to get a psychology single major (cant really think of anything else..that is the main priority in my life right now..and it is damn DIFFICULT!..GOSH I SOUND GEEKY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)WHOSE BUTT WOULD YOU LIKE TO KICK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)chidambaram...inflation i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)WHY DO YOU BLOG?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)because i like to.i mean this is the place where i can put in my thoughts and feelings without thinking twice...friggin' freedom ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)WILL YOU FALL IN LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)my best friend (rather best friendS...2!)..they are girls ya!and hell yes i am STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)WHICH IS MORE BLESSED:LOVING SOMEONE OR BEING LOVED BY SOMEONE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)being loved by someone anytime!trust me its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)HOW LONG DO YOU INTEND TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE YOU LOVE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)i can wait for that SOMEONE for life.trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8)IF THE PERSON YOU SECRETLY LIKE IS ATTACHED,WHAT WILL YOU DO?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)i guess i will still keep liking him because i like him doesnt mean that even he has to like me back...its my conscious decision.liking someone is not exactly liking some garment that if its taken you have to forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9)IF YOU COULD ROOT FOR ONE SOCIAL CAUSE,WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)stop GLOBAL WARMING!save the earth!and one more thing..stop female infanticide..girls are beautiful,best creation of god..please give them a chance to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10)WHAT TAKES YOU DOWN THE FASTEST&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A)psychophants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11)WHAT RESURRECTS YOU THE FASTEST?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)a small chat with my friends..some humor,gossip!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12)WHAT'S YOUR FEAR&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A)losing the people i love!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13)WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU IS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)PJ....she is totally so like me!!we kinda share same taste for many things!&lt;br /&gt;dont we PJ? she also shares her initials with one my closest friends..thats wjy i like her even more..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14)WOULD BE RATHER SINGLE AND RICH OR MARRIED AND POOR?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)i would choose to be married,rich and HAPPY!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15)WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)when i am totally awake...i comb my hair ( i am just too fussy when it comes to my hair..!hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16)IF YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH TWO PEOPLE SIMULTANEOUSLY WHO WILL YOU PICK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)i dont like this question!..by the way i dont think i will ever fall in love with two people simultaneously...but who knows about the future?hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17)WOULD YOU GIVE ALL IN A RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)a firm committment is all i want.but i also believe in the institution of marriage!so i wont give ALL in a relationship!many dont agree with me..but i DONT CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18)WOULD YOU FORGIVE AND FORGET SOMEONE NO MATTER HOW HORRIBLE A THING HE HAS DONE&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A)yeah!i always do that...because i believe that someday that person will realise how hurt i was and thus will be guilty!there is no point in having grudge against a person!..i am such a saint...hahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19)DO YOU PREFER BEING SINGLE OR IN A RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)i bet being in a relationship is great..maybe nothing better than that!&lt;br /&gt;but right now i am single and even this is nice because if i am with a person i dont love and just like then i will feel claustrophobic...and i dont want to take any chance!&lt;br /&gt;so i dont mind waiting....actually waiting for that SOMEONE special...every moment spent is just wonderful...it is soooo unpredictable and thats the fun...i totally love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20)TAG 6 people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is a nice tag so i sont want to tag just 6 people...i tag anyone who wishes to do this tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: my views on love,relationships are quite ancient..but again as if i care!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1392464172785659838?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1392464172785659838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1392464172785659838&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1392464172785659838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1392464172785659838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-tag-tag_24.html' title='tag tag tag!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy3nPqruiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jM70owGD-Hw/s200/shakespeare2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250273150455495202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy3Yio4uyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ke3Qv5jEa9s/s1600-h/robert+frost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy3Yio4uyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ke3Qv5jEa9s/s200/robert+frost.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250272897850194722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2ym518wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WKhoNmfOH3M/s1600-h/PB_Shelley_Shelley_Lynmouth_Exmoor_Devon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2ym518wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WKhoNmfOH3M/s200/PB_Shelley_Shelley_Lynmouth_Exmoor_Devon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250272246160028418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2m4prvBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L8Ji6jGWzDg/s1600-h/english-literature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2m4prvBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L8Ji6jGWzDg/s200/english-literature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250272044765658130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2bSuBSmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/63c2nLPX9wQ/s1600-h/chp_oscar_wilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy2bSuBSmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/63c2nLPX9wQ/s200/chp_oscar_wilde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250271845604739682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year somehow my love for english literature seemed to fade away...and ofcourse i wasnt very pleased with this.Somehow i got swept away with the idea that poetry is very difficult to understand and interpret (duh..how did this thought even hit me..providing poetry is something that i just &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;to do!).Maybe this was because somehow i chose to remain passive during the literature lectures...ideas and thoughts juggling in my mind..ddnt provide an outlet and secondly maybe because of one of the professors!I dont like her approach towards literature and thus ofcourse her way of teaching!..But ofcourse our other professor is just awesome and i guess its because of her and her perspective towards the subject and the way she deals with it..that my LOVE for this very subject is resumed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!yay..!!&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou soooo much ma'am! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7758253264717892105?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SNy4bYqcc4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/6yujBDmK5fs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1740090215754030295</id><published>2008-09-21T11:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:35:21.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back to BLACK</title><content type='html'>I am back to my old blog template!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am back to studies aswell..hardly 18 days left and this time exams are gonna be tough!They'll mark us strictly and ofcourse our second year marks will play an important role in deciding our single major subject in third year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have a psychology test.&lt;br /&gt;I am not done with the lesson! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running back to books..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;neha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1740090215754030295?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1740090215754030295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1740090215754030295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1740090215754030295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1740090215754030295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-black.html' title='back to BLACK'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-242901891733041011</id><published>2008-09-10T23:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:52:58.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAGGED AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>GENTLEWHISPERS tagged me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to do tags! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM : sad right now...kscope is over! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK : i will fall into trouble if i dont start studying (i know it sounds geeky..but hell i dint open my books since july!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT : to have an ice-cream (fer-rocher,gelato!..yummyyyy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE : to buy a gift for my friend.her birthday was on 9th!shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH : i dint have to wake up early tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE : irresponsible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS : K'scope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR : of getting black-listed (which i dont think i will...but the very thought of it scares me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL : sleepy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR : my mom yelling at me to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRAVE : right now..ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH : for the contingent list of outstation colleges in the kscope account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET : my decision of letting him know that i like him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE : my mommie!..i stayed away for a week..and i missed her! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CARE : for my parents and all my loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT : the bitchy types!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE : in GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE : everytime.I just returned from my rehearsals.i lurve to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SING : just for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRY : very easily..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIGHT : when i am irritated...usually only with mom!..otherwise i am a saint..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIN : hearts.atleast i choose to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOSE : i dont know!i hate to lose ANYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER : interfere in others' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS : daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE : what i like and what i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LISTEN : to music whenever i get time!..the genres differ bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND : at college or home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SCARED : of not getting a psychology single major in TY! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY ABOUT : right now everything...as i told my friend the other day :"i think things are falling into right places"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag PJ!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-242901891733041011?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/242901891733041011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=242901891733041011&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/242901891733041011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/242901891733041011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-again.html' title='TAGGED AGAIN!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1532315798718875213</id><published>2008-08-27T14:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:47:07.539+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kscope'/><title type='text'>kScOpE kScOpE !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SLUai7z8rpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jAz3p1yd5l0/s1600-h/workforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SLUai7z8rpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jAz3p1yd5l0/s320/workforce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239122928988892818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So KALEIDOSCOPE 2008 is coming!! I am soo damn excited.The responses this year is as usual amazing and ofcourse the workforce is doing a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i have been selected as the DESPATCH COORDINATOR and so i can now enter the DEN (the place where all the kscope work happens!).This one place is like a madhouse!This is the place where all the creativity comes out,we make new friends and DEN is the most colourful place i have ever seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in DESPATCH I am always glued to the phone (i have now started hating the telephone..trust me on this! :p).The DESPATCH team rocks!In all there are 6 girls in this team NEHA,RADHIKA (bountra),PURNIMA (purni),DENISE,SONAL and I (Nj--that is neha junior,as one of my senior co-ord's name is also neha!...can i ban this name now!please!hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teams are the LITERARY ARTS,FINE ARTS,PERFORMING ARTS,INFORMALS,AFTER 8,SPONSER PUB,PUBLIC RELATIONS,SALES AND MARKETING,GIFTS AND REQUIREMENTS,RESOURSES,LOGISTICS,WORKSHOPS,FUNFAIR,PHOTOGRAPHY,SO CREATIVE,TECHNICALS,ACCOUNTING,SOUVENIERS,SECURITY!!Huge workforce and loads of work to do,but seriously its just too much fun!!!The EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE rocks aswell..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving every single moment of kscope preparations!&lt;br /&gt;All the calls i make and all the calls i get,all the tension and all the exictement.....this feels soo sooooo good!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to kscope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : i still havent managed to learn the new kscope clap..its cool but complicated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;neha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1532315798718875213?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1532315798718875213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1532315798718875213&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1532315798718875213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1532315798718875213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/kscope-kscope.html' title='kScOpE kScOpE !!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SLUai7z8rpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jAz3p1yd5l0/s72-c/workforce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1638694018781860767</id><published>2008-08-08T22:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:09:05.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hollow</title><content type='html'>Its raining hard..&lt;br /&gt;everything is soo gloomy and dark.&lt;br /&gt;so is my heart..&lt;br /&gt;but y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am torn between what my heart is telling me to do and what my mind is telling me to do!&lt;br /&gt;i am very very confused...clueless about life.&lt;br /&gt;about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am simply losing grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing MYSELF..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ask---For what?Why am i doing this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;Alas!!IF i could answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1638694018781860767?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1638694018781860767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1638694018781860767&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1638694018781860767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1638694018781860767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/hollow.html' title='Hollow'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2966433055879697872</id><published>2008-08-03T21:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:37:16.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy friendship day!!</title><content type='html'>"Friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest...&lt;br /&gt;who came first or who cares the best...&lt;br /&gt;but its all about who came and never left.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are an integral part of our lives.I cant even dream of a 'friendless' life (is that proper english?..dunno!hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always maintained the fact that i know loads of people but i have few friends,and i like it that way! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i want to thank all my friends today for everything they have done for me!(i know i shouldnt thank them..afterall they are my FRIENDS!!..but i will..lil weird when it comes to what i want to do!hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANISHA (Anni) : thanx for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;thanx for never picking up my calls and then calling me back and yelling at me for never calling you!!!Thanx for an extremely entertaining 9th and 10th standard in school..thanx for all the silly fights we had and still have..hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOEL (NO-heal) : thanx for always supporting me and telling me 'Neha you are wrong" in your own unique way!By the way you are the only one who actually threatens me with slaps..but i looovvveee it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPRIYA (suppi/suppu/super-priya) : thanx for never reaching anywhere on time!one late latif!!Thanx for the long long walks from tution to home!Thanx for hinting my crush soooo much that apparently he landed up realising that i liked him..IDIOT!hehe..and please come back fast..SANGLI accha nahi hai yaar! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIVAM (soorma): thanx for hitting me innumerable times for nothing!Thanx for treating us with MEWAD ICE-CREAMS,at jhama and forcing us to have the roadside 'haathwalaa ganna juice' hehe!Thanx for breaking my pencil box (yes i still crib over that issue!).You too please please come back ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARSH : we were never great friends in school,but now we are GOOD friends!Thanx for giving all the support i needed! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOON DIDI : i know i call her didi but she is one of my CLOSE friend!I can share every good or bad secret of my life with her!!the best thing about her is that she never judges anyone!My encyclopedia!!...THANX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHANI (ishu) : thanx for listening to me for hours!!Thanx for keeping me alive during those never ending boring lectures by continuously passing comments under your breath!!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAILEE (shail/shailu) : thanx for helping me come out of my shell and explore things!!and also thanx for bearing my yak-yak!you are and will remain my official photographer for life!!hehe...and legal advisor!..FOR FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE : thanx for your never ending Pjs!lovve uuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUBHO : thanx just like that!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABHISHEK(saiLOO),NISHANT(bhaiyaa),SOUMYA,LAKSHMI(unni),JINU(bojhe) and AMOGH(player) : building friends...thanx for those wonderful new year parties..and vella-giri that we do during vacations!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE 10TH A batch : for making middle school fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOJA J : my PJ...thanx for clearing my never ending math and physics doubts !! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWAIPAYAN(dwai): thanx for everything! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADDY : thanx for introducing me to coffee...but i dont like it!Do whatever i will never like coffee!!hehe..thanx for bearing me for hours together!..i just dont understand how you dont get bored! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;love you all like hell..mwwwwaaaaaahhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many hands in one tiffin box...&lt;br /&gt;so mnay friends on one bench...&lt;br /&gt;so many calls on one birthday night..&lt;br /&gt;so many tears for one little fight...&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS are the best part of our life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this is no speech for winning an award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2966433055879697872?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2966433055879697872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2966433055879697872&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2966433055879697872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2966433055879697872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='happy friendship day!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-348216420048408989</id><published>2008-07-28T22:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:45:09.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>'You say life is a dream where we cant say what we mean..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder,can we always express our point of view?Can we always say what we want?Can we always do whatever we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we cannot.&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know it from all of you out there...do you also agree with me that we ALWAYS cannot express ourselves and do whatever we want!&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why?..Why such rules are imposed on us?We are individuals,have our own life.Dont we have the right to live it the way we want to?Then why seek permission?Then why answer to the zillion questions asked to us by people who we dont even like?Why do stuff that will please others?...why why why...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-348216420048408989?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/348216420048408989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=348216420048408989&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/348216420048408989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/348216420048408989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-say-life-is-dream-where-we-cant-say.html' title='???'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2197446663525071503</id><published>2008-07-05T22:03:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:07.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>JAANE TU YA JAANE NAA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBhIcSidqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NvhoxojDNE/s1600-h/janetu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBhIcSidqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NvhoxojDNE/s320/janetu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219778765783201442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBg5sk69RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GLy16byqfp0/s1600-h/jaanetu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBg5sk69RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GLy16byqfp0/s320/jaanetu1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219778512457233682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBgwijlagI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wKV3C2XeShQ/s1600-h/9-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBgwijlagI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wKV3C2XeShQ/s200/9-2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219778355148450306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time :8 am&lt;br /&gt;Subject:ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentration status : will we get the tickets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time :8:50 am&lt;br /&gt;Subject:PSYCHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentration status : will we get the tickets?can we reach there on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much was my enthusiasm to watch JAANE TU YA JAANE NAA...&lt;br /&gt;As soon as our psycho lecture got ovr we all rushed towards the gate!And then waited and waited and waited so that the traffic got cleared and we could cross the road (PEDDER ROAD traffic is BAD!).&lt;br /&gt;It was already 10 minutes to 10 and we were still waiting for the cab!!!And i was in no mood to miss the begining of the film!Anyway we reached there by 10,bought the tickets and rushed through the security and then into the theatre!The promo of ROCK ON was on..(i wanna watch that film too..hehe..farhan akhtar!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about the film...its a nice film,very MUMBAIYA..the way the actors have dressed up,the way they talk..people out here are like that!So we can identify with them upto some extent!No 'jhatak' clothes,no dramatic dialogues!The songs are brilliant (very subjective!).I liked the character of ADITI.&lt;br /&gt;A very fresh film,young and vibrant.And IMRAN KHAN is soooo cute!hehe&lt;br /&gt;A.R.Rahman's music is so different and fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have covered practically whole of mumbai...XAVIER'S,MARINE DRIVE et al.&lt;br /&gt;But as it is BOLLYWOOD there were a few bogus things also..like in the end JAI (imran khan) rides a horse from NARIMAN POINT to ANDHERI so that he can stop ADITI from going to AMERICA...i mean wat did the director think...MUMBAI people will not watch the film?HORSE RIDE---nariman point to andheri 'halwa hai kya?'hehe.Then a dead nassirrudin shah dancing and talking and all that blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conclusion can be drawn from the film.But its worth to watch once with friends.A light romatic comedy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2197446663525071503?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2197446663525071503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2197446663525071503&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2197446663525071503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2197446663525071503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaane-tu-ya-jaane-naa.html' title='JAANE TU YA JAANE NAA....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SHBhIcSidqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NvhoxojDNE/s72-c/janetu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1044062740175016209</id><published>2008-06-30T22:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:17:49.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAGGED once again....</title><content type='html'>This time i've been tagged by DE-SCRIBE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i go with 6 spectacular quirks of mine..(spectacular??..eh-huh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I love to buy shoes.I buy shoes first and then buy clothes which go with it...usually its vice-versa!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I looovvveee TOM and JERRY.Can watch it anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I had a huge crush on DAVID BECKHAM at one point of time,and my official address was : BECKHINGHAM PALACE,HERTFORDSHIRE,ENGLAND!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I hate rotis.I eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I so much want to have an upper ear piercing and a nose piercing!!Aah..if only i could... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I hate MISSED CALLS!I mean hello..if u want to talk then please call..i never have balance to call anyone and that frustrates me!I never give anyone MISSED CALLS either,i always call...PCO/landline zindabad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will tag people later!!!Got to hit the bed!&lt;br /&gt;god i hate to sleep soo early!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1044062740175016209?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1044062740175016209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1044062740175016209&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1044062740175016209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1044062740175016209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-one-again.html' title='TAGGED once again....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7021522326630873056</id><published>2008-06-23T16:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:46:32.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>little by little</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3hzxBz1Bfk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3hzxBz1Bfk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people fight for our existence&lt;br /&gt;We don't claim to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;But we're free&lt;br /&gt;We dream our dreams alone&lt;br /&gt;With no resistance&lt;br /&gt;Fading like the stars we wish to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;What I just said&lt;br /&gt;But my God woke up&lt;br /&gt;On the wrong side of his bed&lt;br /&gt;And it just don't matter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos little by little&lt;br /&gt;We gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;br /&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;You have to give it all in all your life&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;You're really here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True perfection has to be imperfect&lt;br /&gt;I know that that sounds foolish but it's true&lt;br /&gt;The day has come&lt;br /&gt;And now you'll have to accept&lt;br /&gt;The life inside your head we give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;What I just said&lt;br /&gt;But my God woke up&lt;br /&gt;On the wrong side of his bed&lt;br /&gt;And it just don't matter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos little by little&lt;br /&gt;We gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;br /&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;You have to give it all in all your life&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;You're really here&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;We gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;br /&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;You had to give it all in all your life&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;You're really here&lt;br /&gt;Why am I really here?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I really here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this song...great lyrics!!!..OASIS..LITTLE BY LITTLE! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7021522326630873056?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7021522326630873056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7021522326630873056&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7021522326630873056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7021522326630873056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-by-little.html' title='little by little'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2730866503288227890</id><published>2008-06-09T19:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:08.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rains..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SE1GmAglg5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NtWoI28dibA/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SE1GmAglg5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NtWoI28dibA/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209897962723181458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SE1GbZB0T5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/e_PILjplsa8/s1600-h/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SE1GbZB0T5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/e_PILjplsa8/s320/umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209897780326453138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the rains are back!!After the hot hot summer its definitely great to have fun of this natural shower.My most peaceful moment is when i sit on my bed and look out of the window (no coffee or tea for me!).The noise of the heavy rains is like music to my ears.I just sit back and love to imagine things and remember the good old days when I,SUPRIYA and SHIVAM used to get wet during rains almost everyday!Even though we used to carry umbrellas and raincoats we never used them.We deliberately splashed the dirty water on each other (by stamping ofcourse..and i know it sounds dirty,but trust me with friends it is FUN!!).Everyday shivam had 'garam vadapav' and i and suppu had 'samosapav with green chutney!'.We were such brats!It used to take me around 1.5 hours to reach home,whereas my tution was just 15 minutes from my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it whatever,those lovely days cant be replaced!Rain will come and go but that year's rain was so so so special.I never realised it then,but now when i sit back and remember shiver runs down my body..as now i know that that particular year,that particular rain will never come back!NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know we all need to move on and so have I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i have learnt about rains is that its not just about about going out and getting wet with friends,but its all about realising how much joy one gets from doing it.Its about realising the bond,the love,the romance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/SE1GmAglg5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NtWoI28dibA/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-734758050069078846</id><published>2008-05-29T16:20:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:09:32.774+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my trip to kolkata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w265.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w265.photobucket.com/albums/ii206/nehamukherjee/kolkata/d6fa1f7d.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=85" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s265.photobucket.com/albums/ii206/nehamukherjee/kolkata/?action=view&amp;current=d6fa1f7d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was so far my best trip to kolkata.Ofcourse there are many reasons..like my cousin anubhav's POYEETE (thread ceremony)...the whole family came together for the occassion and i was introduced to many relatives i dint even know belonged to our family!hehe.Worst thing is when they kept asking me "do you remember me?" and i was like "aaaaa???"!!!Then i made new friends!fought with the VODAFONE people!(bad bad bad service!)...came across wierdos etc etc!...but in all it was a loooonnnggg and a nice trip!MISSING KOLKATA now...and i am missing U SWEETS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-734758050069078846?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/734758050069078846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=734758050069078846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to be back!!I was really missing my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I lovvveee youuu!!!!mmmuuuaaahhhhzz!!!hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-4490613026694042743?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4490613026694042743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=4490613026694042743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4490613026694042743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/4490613026694042743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-back.html' title='i am back!!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2572596111278495530</id><published>2008-03-23T11:07:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:08.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>27 DRESSES and RACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w265.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w265.photobucket.com/albums/ii206/nehamukherjee/763a06f7.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R-XxcUNCHSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7tHZVPRUPVw/s1600-h/27dresses1_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180812415121628450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R-XxcUNCHSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7tHZVPRUPVw/s400/27dresses1_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My vacations have started and all i can do now is hangout with friends,golden oppurtunity to relax because after few days i'll be leaving for kolkata and over there with all the family visits its just impoosible to sit back and enjoy.So the best thing now to do is watch few films,i saw 2 of them.On 17th i went for 27 dresses at STERLING with Shailee and Ishani (ok so i was giving them a movie treat..hehe).The film is pretty good,its a total chickflick.You dont learn anything from the film but one can go to watch it for pure entertainment.We had lunch at PIZZA HUT and then back home! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last friday i saw RACE with Supriya,Shivam,Pooja Sheth and Rohit (he is Pooja's friend).It was soo much fun.I Suppu and Shivam met after 3 months!None of us have changed.It was sooo nice to be with them again.Anyway we went for RACE (shivam's idea!hehe).The film was pretty good,not excellent but worth watching once.I liked the songs,they had a negative vibe...KISS ME KISS ME TOUCH ME TOUCH ME...hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Mcdonalds to grab a bite of burger and shivam wanted to have ice cream!(chocolate fudge!yummmyyy...unfortunately i couldnt have it as i have cold!duh!!!).In all it was an awesome day!I had great fun!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2572596111278495530?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2572596111278495530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2572596111278495530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2572596111278495530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2572596111278495530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/27-dresses-and-race.html' title='27 DRESSES and RACE'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R-XxcUNCHSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7tHZVPRUPVw/s72-c/27dresses1_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-1360980800056562156</id><published>2008-03-20T11:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:58:03.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my wantS.......</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I want (ofcourse all materialistic!).I wont deny that i am a materialistic girl who loves materialistic comforts (to an extent okay!).So my list of WANTS goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I want my own digital camera (not dad's)!right now i am using nikon's old fashioned camera...too expensive :(&lt;br /&gt;2.I want a new cellphone.Its been 2 years and i am still using my nokia 6020 handset!enough is enough :p&lt;br /&gt;3.I want a laptop.Okay its my fault that i own a desktop,my dad did offer me to buy a laptop...i denied! what was i thinking back then?&lt;br /&gt;4.I want to change my wadrobe!&lt;br /&gt;5.I want kolhapuri chappals!!!!!!!!..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my demands are not much!The basic ones..heehee!!!Lets see when i'll get all these.&lt;br /&gt; I'll be going to kolkata for my vacations,it'll be fun hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;neha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1360980800056562156?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1360980800056562156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1360980800056562156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1360980800056562156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1360980800056562156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wants.html' title='my wantS.......'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-698828936550763199</id><published>2008-03-13T22:15:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:12:01.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TaGgeD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so to be honest i did not know what exactly meant by 'you've been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAGGED!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway after doing some research (i am sooo much dependent on google..gosh!) i learned the meaning of tagged!&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gentlewhispers &lt;/span&gt;tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway let me start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8 THINGS I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dancing : can start grooving on any kind of music!I just love to dance!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Painting&lt;br /&gt;3.Music : love to listen to songs and i also like to sing! though i am a pathetic singer i like to entertain myself...aaaa....sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;4.Google : am i sounding geeky?...hey no one can do without this search engine!atleast i cant.&lt;br /&gt;5.Harry Potter : :)&lt;br /&gt;6.Collecting books : i read them or not i just love to buy books!&lt;br /&gt;7.Psychology&lt;br /&gt;8.Window shopping : okay i know thats weird!...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.world tour with FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;2.learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;3.learn to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;4.adventure sports again with friends&lt;br /&gt;5.three piercings in my right ear and two in my left ear!&lt;br /&gt;6.want my picture to be displayed on the cover page of TIMES MAGAZINE..am i asking for a lot??...guess not! ;)&lt;br /&gt;7.meet DANIEL RADCLIFFE!&lt;br /&gt;8.own a house on the shores of PHUKET...lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 PLACES TO SEE BEFORE I DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ladakh&lt;br /&gt;2.Paris&lt;br /&gt;3.New York&lt;br /&gt;4.Australia&lt;br /&gt;5.Greece&lt;br /&gt;6.Italy&lt;br /&gt;7.London&lt;br /&gt;8.Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 THINGS I SAY OFTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What the hell&lt;br /&gt;2.This is not fair&lt;br /&gt;3.Why the hell am i telling this to you?&lt;br /&gt;4.I know!!&lt;br /&gt;5.What do you think i am huh?&lt;br /&gt;6.yeah...maybe!&lt;br /&gt;7.Oh did i tell you..?&lt;br /&gt;8.What are you saying?..really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 BOOKS I HAVE READ RECENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Harry Potter and the deathly hallows&lt;br /&gt;2.Pygmalion&lt;br /&gt;3.The importance of being earnest&lt;br /&gt;4.Animal farm&lt;br /&gt;5.Ghashiram kotwal&lt;br /&gt;6.Godfather&lt;br /&gt;7.The kite runner&lt;br /&gt;8.The fountainhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 SONGS I LIKE TO LISTEN OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Why does it always rain on me-Travis&lt;br /&gt;2.My eyes-Travis&lt;br /&gt;3.Closer-Travis&lt;br /&gt;4.Love will come through-Travis&lt;br /&gt;5.I am with you-Avril&lt;br /&gt;6.I'll be there for you-The Remembrandts&lt;br /&gt;7.Chaandni raatein-Various artists&lt;br /&gt;8.Chaand taare-Yess boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 THINGS THAT ATTRACT US TO OUR FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.No attidude&lt;br /&gt;2.honesty&lt;br /&gt;3.Sincerety&lt;br /&gt;4.Patience&lt;br /&gt;5.Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;6.Helpful&lt;br /&gt;7.Responsible&lt;br /&gt;8.Totally mad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people i tag to take this up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andallthatblah.blogspot.com/"&gt;brain biryani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;surabhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://absolutelyaseem.blogspot.com/"&gt;daydreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suneetnigale.blogspot.com/"&gt;suneet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anditliesbeneath.blogspot.com/"&gt;sharanya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xorkes.blogspot.com/"&gt;xorkes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mansi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Edit" onclick="'return" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;amp;widgetType=LinkList&amp;amp;widgetId=LinkList1&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configLinkList1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-698828936550763199?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/698828936550763199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=698828936550763199&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/698828936550763199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/698828936550763199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='TaGgeD!!!!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6420576211996651487</id><published>2008-02-29T23:16:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:08.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF FYBA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hKQB7ihFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wbkUVcaObaw/s1600-h/me+nd+shailee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172465811291538514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hKQB7ihFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wbkUVcaObaw/s200/me+nd+shailee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hJsB7ihEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gZdSQ3brGYs/s1600-h/s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172465192816247874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hJsB7ihEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gZdSQ3brGYs/s200/s5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hK1R7ihGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/swfd5fReLfA/s1600-h/ishani+nd+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172466451241665634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R8hK1R7ihGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/swfd5fReLfA/s200/ishani+nd+me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;realise how fast this year passed away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was great for me...first i got into SOPHIA's,met these 2 fantastic girls...SHAILEE and ISHANI...2 friends!(yes FRIENDS!),started loving english literature and psychology (though same cannot be said about eco! :(..hehe)...got the oppurtunity to learn under excellent professors! And yeah met more new people! And yes i fell in LOVE...with SOPHIA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my college!yay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have enjoyed each and everyday of FYBA so far...hope that same will happen in SYBA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I wrote this post on 29th feb...now this day'll come only after 4 yrs!...how lucky we are..arent we?!..lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6420576211996651487?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6420576211996651487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6420576211996651487&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6420576211996651487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6420576211996651487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-day-of-fyba.html' title='LAST DAY OF FYBA!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;YELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LISTEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMB.....all this is what i am feeling right now.....PUNCH ME!seriously i am feeling so weird from within...totally hollow!WHY?WHY????...can somebody answer me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way let me tell you that i am sane,no intentions of transforming into an insane young girl with an old soul!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rite now listening to...SOMETHING PRETTY by patrick park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am,where i've been,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my clothes are worn and gritty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know ugliness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now show me something pretty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And too much weight for walking shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have died from being boring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for loneliness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She greets me everymorning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-238018268935858691?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/238018268935858691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=238018268935858691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/238018268935858691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/238018268935858691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/blank-sad-happy-cry-laugh-sing-yell.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R7nLZtoCccI/AAAAAAAAADM/2dfll2fg14I/s72-c/sdada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8536276414349146786</id><published>2008-02-18T18:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:40:52.661+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one great day....</title><content type='html'>15th feb '08...its just me who knows how i managed to reach college....train was late...then obviously it was packed!...then 28 no. bus was late..(thats ok...i am used to it)and then i was getting late for my lec!!I ran like crazy to reach my lecture room but guess wat i found...NO LECTURE!!!...just imagine..i was like..."WAT THE HELL"!!!!...and yes i dint have ne lecture throughtout the day!damn..and i was waiting for the film..GHASHIRAM KOTWAL...(part of our english literature syllabus!!!)....the film was a torture,believe me if u want to punish someone badly show them this fim....we all left after act1..it was soooo bad!!!...cynnie i'll nvr forgive u for wat u did to us.... :(....but while we waited for the film....we did some crazy stuff aswell....like clicking pics....hehe!!!...it was fun...nd yeah i also had fun teasing amuda...ohh she is soo sweet...just tell..AMU CHENNAI...nd she goes red...lols!!!..but y she reacts like this....wont tell u.Bite me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8536276414349146786?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8536276414349146786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8536276414349146786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8536276414349146786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8536276414349146786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-great-day_18.html' title='one great day....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2737810825668435847</id><published>2008-02-14T15:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:53:37.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>will u be my valentine???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you could be mine&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for you all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty,your love,your charm,&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure that no one causes you any harm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your breath,I'll be your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;There will be magic once our souls meet.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is divine and pure,&lt;br /&gt;You are THE ONE I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!dear this is not just a line....&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I want to ask you....&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALENTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2737810825668435847?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2737810825668435847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2737810825668435847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2737810825668435847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2737810825668435847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-u-be-my-valentine.html' title='will u be my valentine???'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-7489889569294409754</id><published>2008-02-02T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:45:49.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TURN OFFS???!!</title><content type='html'>Ok orkut asks me what can turn me off!The thing is i myself dunno what exactly can turn me off when and where.....but there are a few things which do turn me off....so...SHOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYPOCRITES....disgusting bunch of people!I dont have to elaborate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOBS...i know its good to be proud of oneself but why the hell does one has to carry it on their nose and walk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABES...omg!those who try to be someone else...look cool when they are not!duh...dont they realise that they look funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO HATE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BAD ENGLISH/VOCABULARY...ohh hello!...excuse me but why is dere a need to hate someone just because he/she doesnt know proper english,those who belong to this category.....i just wanna throw one question to them....HOW GOOD ARE YOU WITH HINDI???....bang!!!!shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO GO ON LOOKS....dont you think thats too bad???Being friends with the best looking people out dere and actually losing out on those who can be actually called as friends?OR likikng/loving someone just cuz he/she is pretty....bad!!!i hate such people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO SPEAK SLOW....aaahhh y?????I get headache when such people start talking!wats the need to speak so slowly?c'mom talk fast but clear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO ASK UNNECESSARY QUESTIONS....dats specially during a lecture...its sooo damn evident that they do this inorder to grab attention....wierdos...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO LAUGH,GIGGLE,TALK...while a lec is on....shameless people...its ok if they dont have interest in the subject and evryone knows that they are there just for the attendence...but atleast respect the professor out there!...i feel like slapping them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WITH HEAVY AMERICAN ACCENT....i dont understand how do some people have this strong american accent while they've spent their whole life in india....nd yeah they dont even have any distant relative staying in sri lanka!!!...and the best part is their vocab ahem ahem...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE ONLY WEAR BRANDS"...u get plenty fashionable stuff in colaba causway aswell....trust me u'll save money...brand isnt evrything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYCHOPHANTS....no identity of their own....wagging their tail behind someone else....LOSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO SPIT ON ROADS....bad...yuck yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO DONT TAKE BATH REGULARLY....and rely on perfumes....please please stay away from me!!!...i may tell it on ur face how much u are stinking!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO USE THE WRDS ...f***,b*****.....nd all those wrds which belong to the same genre as they consider it cool and hep!...duh....they sound disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO KEEP CHEWING CHEWING-GUM....they look like cows!!...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO START THEIR SENTENCE...with...hey baby wassup??....duh...up there is hair,ceiling and above that is the sky...happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO FLIRT....the vry first time u meet them.....c'mon guys shud realise that everyone cant be JOEY!!!!...heehee...(BTW if u dont know who JOEY is...please watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO LET OUT MY SECRET!...shoot them...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO FREQUENTLY USE THE LINE....i love you baby....the more u use,the more u r making it clear that u dont love him/her!!!...its not meant to use just like that...it has its own importance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WITH YELLOW PALMS.....just shows that they dont wash their hands properly after eating...eeewww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO STICK TO THEIR CELLPHONES....while they are out with their other friends....i mean its soooo bad!!!!....damn it!feel like punching them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO DONT VALUE OTHERS.....duh...wat gud r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO DONT LET OTHERS SPEAK...and keep talking crap!..i need a cellotape so that i can seal their mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is soo much more that turn me off....but for now only this much.....heehee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-7489889569294409754?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7489889569294409754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=7489889569294409754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7489889569294409754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/7489889569294409754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/turn-offs.html' title='TURN OFFS???!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' 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'principles'....where did all these go now????I am not pointing a finger at her but i am merely wondering that why did she put on this fake mask of this very gud girl (though evrybody out there knows wat she is like!) when she is just like any other teenager!?I hate such hypocrisy!!!!I mean have the courage to be what U r!!!I found all this really funny when i heard it,actually anybody who knows both chamiya and Mr.V will find it crazy nad funny!But i really feel sry for this friend of mine who really,very genuinely likes chamiya!(dunno y...he knows what chamiya is like!...but still that moron wont budge!)..whatever happens he will definitely learn about this incident and then he will be heartbroken....but still i'll be happy if he realises now that where he is trying to stick his nose!...The worst will be his reaction...all he'll do is smile or maybe laugh and say...."chodna yaar,as if i care...i knew sumthing of this sort will happen....i dont care for her anymore!!",but i know how painful it'll be for him....afterall he is like a bro to me....i know him more than anyone does and i hope that God will help him out....why is love sooo painful...hmmmppphh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-1133838095772189929?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1133838095772189929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=1133838095772189929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1133838095772189929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/1133838095772189929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD!!!!!!'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-8342192871282709913</id><published>2008-01-27T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:58:08.141+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>At last....</title><content type='html'>yes...atlast i've had my haircut!!!I was so damn scared...dint know how it wud look!Throughout i kept chanting to the hairdresser to maintain my length...GOSH...she was fed-up!!!!heehee..but the outcome was nice!I really liked wat she did....nd so did my friends,they were more pleased and happy than i was!!..hehe!!!I have realised that getting ur hair styled isnt a big deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx shails nd ishu for opening my eyes!!!...lols!!!...love u 2 alot...muaah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-8342192871282709913?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8342192871282709913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=8342192871282709913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8342192871282709913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/8342192871282709913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-last.html' title='At last....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-3476368730598454203</id><published>2008-01-15T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:09.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>can anyone be as confused as i am??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R4zoSIh7bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/hUUbUNfT5ig/s1600-h/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155751071657454626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R4zoSIh7bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/hUUbUNfT5ig/s320/c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me life is really...aarrggghhh!!!I am pretty focused in life...can take up major decisions!!!But why the hell can i not take certain simple decisions??Why the hell do i have to keep running to my friends or to mom for small things...for stupid reasons??.This really pisses me off.Many of my friends come to me for suggestions and i do help them out,but what the hell happens to me when its my chance to solve my own problems?Be it anything,i have to rush to others and thanks to my this attitude that half the world out there knows about my so called PERSONAL LIFE! (though there isn't anything interesting in it..hehe...STILL!!!).As many of my friends say...when it comes to me...i actually m more confused than aaa....dunno!(see...see...CONFUSION!..dunno whose name to write...hehe!).Now i am struggling with the idea of whether to go for a haircut or not!...wow!!!...wat a lovely thing...see..i am confused with this too.....oh god...pls help me out!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I just love this pic.....matches my confused mind...hehe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-3476368730598454203?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3476368730598454203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=3476368730598454203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3476368730598454203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/3476368730598454203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-anyone-be-as-confused-as-i-am.html' title='can anyone be as confused as i am??????'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R4zoSIh7bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/hUUbUNfT5ig/s72-c/c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-6226668308213667160</id><published>2008-01-14T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:55:10.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god!!!...wats wrong with me.I have actually started writing romantic stuff...cant believe it!..seriously!!...heehee! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-6226668308213667160?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6226668308213667160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=6226668308213667160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6226668308213667160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/6226668308213667160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-5768658325433826238</id><published>2008-01-14T14:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:49:44.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll wait for u....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel that my friends are so damn lucky!It must be really gud to be in a relationship.I dont know,as i have never been in one....but atleast by the look of it,impressive!!!But i also wonder that will i be as happy as they are if i get into one??Not sure!Maybe yes....but the only condition is...i shud be with the one i LOVE....not with someone just for the sake of being in a relationship....sounds familiar?...it may..for some people!I just dont understand why people get into a relationship just for the sake of being into one...just cuz their frnds too have their respective partners and that they shudnt look out of place?? Puh-lease!...I personally find it insane and absolute crap!I mean c'mon,its something really good and special to b in a relationship...its meant to be with someone who is special and with whom u r happy!Being happy is the most important thing,if u just go around with someone who u just like and dont love....i doubt one will be happy for lifelong.Many people dont look forward for long relationships...they like it short and sweet....i mean hello!!!!!...wake up!!!...its not a game!Some of my friends find me funny regarding this thought of mine.....i dont care!I will never get into a relationship just for the sake of it....i'll make a commitment only to the person i love.....and i think i have found him and i m still waiting for the moment to come when i can convey my feelings to him.....after that it will be his decision,i wont ask him to make a commitment,i'll just tell him about my feelings!And if he says that he needs some time or that he just not interested...then the only thing i could do is that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Baby i will wait for u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cuz i dont know wat i else i can do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;don't tell me i ran out of time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;if it takes rest of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;baby i'll wait for u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;if u think i find it just ain't true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i really need u in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no matter what i have to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i'll wait for u.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;neha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-5768658325433826238?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5768658325433826238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=5768658325433826238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5768658325433826238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/5768658325433826238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-wait-for-u.html' title='I&apos;ll wait for u....'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2649692797846480631</id><published>2007-12-14T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:35:20.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sometimes i wonder.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y can only birds fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y do they have wings......why not me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i spread my wings and fly away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just walk alone a path and sway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i walk on water??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i do everything just later....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i wipe everyone's tear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i stop the injustice done to people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i stop the injustice done to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why do people say 'ME'...and why not 'WE'???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why do people try to be iconoclastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why today peoples' emotions are turning into plastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why is life so monotonous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why is it not always good to be boisterous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why has life become so insipid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why is it necessary to take everything in good spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why people kill each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why do they hate each other so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i spread love and peace all over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why can't i make some difference in this world??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why......???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2649692797846480631?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2649692797846480631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2649692797846480631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2649692797846480631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2649692797846480631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/why.html' title='why???'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317034228456588934.post-2449896605301643027</id><published>2007-12-07T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:10.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this is for HIM......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R1kjd-s6ibI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0nAkyizTjiU/s1600-h/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141179447574694322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/R1kjd-s6ibI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0nAkyizTjiU/s320/d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"its funny when you find yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;looking from the outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm standing here but all i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is to be over there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why did i let myself believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;miracles could happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause now i have to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that i dont really care..........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes....i want to be there...there with u.....i want to be with u,feel ur presence....want to understand u.....i felt that u r the one for me....the best thing that can happen till now...just like magic...miracle!!whenever your thought crosses my mind...i smile,feel so happy....i really think that one day we will be together.....but i just cant express my feelings for u.....just cant...dont know why....and thus i have to pretend as if it really doesnt matter to me!!that its ok....though u know what i feel......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i thought you were my fairytale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a dream when i am not sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a wish upon a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats coming true......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that i confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when there was me and you............"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;u are more than reality to me......i had always dreamnt about someone like u.....a beautiful human being....thats how i would describe u.....whenever u are around...everything suddenly seems more beautiful....brighter....better to me....i feel as if there is nothing impossible left in the world.....that i can do everything.....that i can tell u about my feelings .....(but again....i just cant!!...something stops me....)....there have been instances when people have told me to forget u.....to move on....thats its just infatuation....that i have still not met the one.....but how could i??...everytime i see u....i feel something that i never feel for anybody else.....from the day one of adolscence i have been liking u and no one else......because i know for me u r THE one.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i swore i knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i heard you singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when you smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like i could sing along.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now my heart is empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm only left with used to be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once upon a song...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;there were times when i thought that even u had the same feelings for me as i have for u.....certain actions taken by u...certains words uttered by u.....they just made me feel so...or rather i think i wanted to think that way......but then i decided to start living in reality...and to accept the truth....and start taking up the right meaning....and stop deducing meanings that would soothe my heart.......it did hurt me.....i could see that slowly my dreams were coming to an end.....i dont know....maybe they r...or maybe they r not......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"now i know you are not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and dreams were meant for sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and wishes on a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;just dont come true.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cause now even i could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;that i confused my feelings with the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cause i liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;when there was me and u........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have now started to live in reality.....no more dreamy...mushy world for me....dreams look good because they are far away from reality.....though it would have given me immense happiness to live in my own dreamworld.....but i know it would have been equally painful when i would have opened my eyes......i have learnt that merging ones feelings,thoughts,illusions with the truth results in nothing.....few years back i didnt understand this.....cause i just felt that u too........but never mind its not necessary.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i cant believe that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's like you are floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;while i was falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i didnt mind........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cause i liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ME and YOU.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not among the weak crowd.....i love to be practical in life.....but in your case i have just decided to put a blindfold and complete the rest of my journey of life......because i trust u.....but again i forgot.....its ME who loves u.....i am absolutely unaware of your feelings towards me.....ur certain words have confused me.....but i dont want to indulge into it any further......i dont want to draw any conclusions either......i dont even expect anything from u....cuz i believe that i can love u...but i cant make u love me.....but the only thing that i know is that....i HAVE loved u.....i love u.....and i WILL keep loving u for the rest of my life....and my feeling towards u is very pure, honest and innocent.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;(song courtesy : high school musical)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2449896605301643027?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2449896605301643027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=317034228456588934&amp;postID=2449896605301643027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2449896605301643027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/317034228456588934/posts/default/2449896605301643027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-for-him.html' title='this is for HIM......'/><author><name>Neha M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460806175737280935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwatX_fFunE/TNEFtjr0YdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-YubVaKVAbc/S220/sfksv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As i had mentioned earlier that i dint go to clg for the past 2 days....i thought atleast today i wud b able to see my frnds...after 2 gud days!(not that i was really missin them...heehee.....hey..i was ok!..it was a bad joke!)...neways....sumthing vry unexpected happenend!...neither of them turned up....nd they dint even bother to inform me about their lovely absence!!....throughout the comm skills..(thats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMMUNICATION SKILLS...)&lt;/span&gt;lec i kept turning back so that i cud see atleast one of my frnd cumin...but..lo!..all in vein!!!...as it is i dont understand the need to have a comm skills lec...we do NUTHING!..absolutely nuthin durin that lec!...sheer waste of time....i mean c'mon...we r big enough..we dont have to continue writin precis at this age!...yuck...boring!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then came &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HINDI.....&lt;/span&gt;man...all we did in today's lec was to write the meanings of certain wrds!!..hello ma'am wake up...uuu-hooo....we dont want to do it!!....we know them already!!(as it is one cant expect much frm our hindi prof...she has even gone up to the extent of teaching us...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWARN nd VYANJAN!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;jesus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then we had eco......&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHILPA MORE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;yuck yuck!!!!....wat she says...only she herself can understand!!!...man she rattofyies evrythin..nd just blabbers watevr she has learnt!!!...in today's lec she just repeated watevr she did in the last lec....this woman...she always repeats things using different forms...nd then we all become confused....oh god pls HELP!!!!...howevr today she left us early...yeah SHILPA left us early...i was like...whoa man...wats up with her?...heehee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then watelse to do...no 1 to hang arnd with...(as it is i usually dont hang arnd after clg....we dont have newhere to go!!!)...all i did was to walk up to the bus stop....nd then as usual was waitin for&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 28 no. bus&lt;/span&gt;....now this bus troubles me a lot...nvr comes on time!!....i have even waited for the bus for as long as 1 hr 45 mins...gosh!!!!pah!...but today dunno but the bus gave me a surprise....it came there as soon as i reached the stop!!...who...i was delighted......then nuthing interesting happened...went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VT station&lt;/span&gt;...walked down the subway...caught the train....came back home!!!(nothing interesting happened in train &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;either....(nowdays i dont witness many catfites!!lols!!!).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hmm....as of now this is wat has happened to me.....lets see wat is there in store for me in the evening.....borin life yaar!!!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-2463271420036826324?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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really borin to sit at home...specially when ur frnds r out there in clg havin fun!!...man y me!its been 2 days nd i havent been to clg....hey no scholarly attitude ok..i go there to meet my frnds!..nd yeah attendence ofcourse...who wud njoy to see their name in the blacklist....nd then have a lovely chat with the vice principal?..aaa...pls not me atleast!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rite now the only wrk i have is to do nuthing!..all i did since mornin was to get up at 10 am....brush..pah!..sit read the newspaper.....aaa..specially the zodiac coloumn..man i love to read it...hehe..strange na....but still..afterall its me!then took a bath...did orkuttin...(yeah its one of my fav past time!!!)...made a potrait...man it was so damn weird.....nd now m writing this blog.....dunno wat exactly i'll b doin in the evening....i guess nuthin but orkuttin...nd then watch FRIENDS!!!:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so guys this is me.....nd yeah my borin day!!!...i hope tomorrow will b a much better day.....heehee!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love ya lots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/317034228456588934-714031511640323022?l=watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/714031511640323022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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