<?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-836809741800250374</id><updated>2011-09-15T19:35:50.738+05:30</updated><category term='airport'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='pheww'/><category term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>damn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3841815234706897015</id><published>2011-08-31T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:18:35.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"No matter what goes wrong always remember your way back home. If you fail to do something, remember the path back home. Come back home, we will accept you and always support you, we will always be with you"&lt;br /&gt;I read this in a book and this is what a mother had to say to a daughter on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inloveheart.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/girl_walking_in_the_hazy_light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://inloveheart.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/girl_walking_in_the_hazy_light.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess these things happen only in the movies or in books, never in reality. If it were to happen in reality, I don't think young/old married women would ever consider to kill themselves. It is very disturbing to read that a young software engineer from bangalore decided to end her life at the age of 25 because her in-laws were making her life a living-hell. Even though hers was a love marriage and she had chosen the guy after dating him for some good 3 years, her husband failed to support her. I would not completely blame the in-laws or the husband for this. The girls parents are also to be blamed.&amp;nbsp; The girl ended here life because she had nowhere else to go...not even to her mother.&amp;nbsp; If the girl was comforted saying "No matter what goes wrong always remember your way back home", I am sure she would have found her way back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3841815234706897015?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3841815234706897015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3841815234706897015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3841815234706897015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3841815234706897015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4900565287421003309</id><published>2011-07-29T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:53:23.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>: /</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st impression is the best impression. Or is the last impression that matters? &lt;br /&gt;I think its the 1st impression that matters because it helps is shaping your perception towards him/her. 1st impression shapes the last impression.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can lead a horse to water but cannot make it drink. This is so true for donkeys like us. I strongly believe in this. &lt;br /&gt;In case you are the person being made to drink err...water, "You gotto do what YOU gotto do" and not "you gotto what you OUGHT to do". Whatever you do, you need to show some interest. Show that it matters. We are not zombies. We have life or may go get 1, if you dont have 1 :P. If you can't show some interest then DONT DO IT. Do what you like and voila 'interest' follows.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we tend to force others to do something that we like. Ab tera khooon khoon mera khoon kaveri neeru. Jo hona hain so hoga....making others dance to our tunes is kinda being selfish on our part, isn't it? If the other person does something just for the heck of it, halfheartedly, doesn't show any damn interest, WE are at loss.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what does the saying have anything to do with a horse, why not a deer, tiger or any water drinking animal?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazymulelaundry.com/images/symbol.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;meri billi mere ko meow - why cat? why not mera kuttha mere ko bow? meri gaay mere ko maaaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dhobi ka kuttha na ghar ka na ghat ka - why kuttha? Dhobi ka donkey hota hain na? Liktha kaun hain yeh sab.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazymulelaundry.com/images/symbol.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lazymulelaundry.com/images/symbol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazymulelaundry.com/images/symbol.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why am i writing all this nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;coz i have no other better work in my life and am lazy as a mule...c'mon how can you call a mule lazy. That poor thing is used as beast of burden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/836809741800250374-4900565287421003309?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4900565287421003309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4900565287421003309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4900565287421003309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4900565287421003309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=': /'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2522507296368533583</id><published>2011-07-29T01:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:03:55.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somethings that money cant buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misplaced bike&amp;nbsp; key =&amp;gt; Prayed to god to find the key for me. Agreed to treat him at the Leelas. And god agreed. I found the key. Devravne. There are somethings that money cant buy....for everything else there is GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But my bike wouldn't start =&amp;gt; I guess even GOD cant buy somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend 2.30 hours in a rickshaw, going up and down the potholes of bangalore =&amp;gt; miss mysore a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wait for somebody the whole day . Ignore all the other important events for this. The person chooses to take no notice =&amp;gt; arghhh&lt;br /&gt;Being ignored is painful esp. when you get a cute haircut and nobody notices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of the day, get to play with a 2 year old and he loves your gift =&amp;gt; Truly somethings that money cant buy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2522507296368533583?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2522507296368533583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2522507296368533583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2522507296368533583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2522507296368533583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/somethings-that-money-cant-buy.html' title='Somethings that money cant buy'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6618568520885133798</id><published>2011-07-24T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:06:43.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apple &lt;= Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Apples are apples and Oranges are Oranges....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apple is not an orange and neither is an orange an apple. Though some apples are oranges but percentage of oranges being apple is lesser than or equal to Yeddy-boy's chances of retaining his CM seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "apples are apples and oranges are oranges" is more quoted than Arnab goswami's phrase "Let me interrupt you here for a minute" and it has become one of the most widely accepted laws of science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent Q &amp;amp; A answered by Einstein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;But aren't oranges, as apples are, fruits?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060103052855/uncyclopedia/images/9/9f/Einsteinaao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060103052855/uncyclopedia/images/9/9f/Einsteinaao.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahh, but recent evidence has clearly proven that oranges are actually closely related to the three(or six for that matter)-toed sloth, which is clearly &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a fruit, despite many shared qualities between the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn't it true that oranges, just like apples, exist?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This could not be further from the truth; apples have not been proven to exist, therefore they do not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both apples and oranges are round, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is a very good question but it was apple that fell on Newton's head and not an orange., therefore oranges are not round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inference : Hens Proved!!! APPLES ARE APPLES AND ORANGES ARE ORANGES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy : Uncyclopedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6618568520885133798?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6618568520885133798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6618568520885133798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6618568520885133798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6618568520885133798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/apple-orange.html' title='Apple &lt;= Orange'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5908815988075122133</id><published>2011-07-02T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:53:38.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why GOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I seldom visit temples but whenever I do, it leaves me perplexed. Ain't it the best example of paradox. Common man goes to a temple to pray and eveytime he p(r)ays, the gods get richer. I guess we need a role reversal here, everytime a common man goes to a temple, he needs to be given some 10Rs - isn't this what god is supposed to do - take care of his devotees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taxihireagra.com/images/mathura/IskonTemple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.taxihireagra.com/images/mathura/IskonTemple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why do we really pray? For health, wealth and happiness. Can god really help us achieve this? I guess the answer is no. Its all in our hands and nobody else. What does all the fundo &lt;i&gt;puja &lt;/i&gt;signify? Nobody knows. The &lt;i&gt;pujari &lt;/i&gt;in the cassette blabbers and we blindly follow. The money spent can be utilized in doing some good deed...like treating yourself @BR ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it, Mothers of India think that girls who visit temples often, are the next goddesses ...and the rest belong to "Rakhi Sawant" class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaago bhakth jaago...kuch karo logon ke liye. Jo paisa bhagwan ko dethe ho, usme aadha giribon mein baato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I am not an atheist and I am not supporting atheism.&amp;nbsp; Hail Rakhi Sawant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-5908815988075122133?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5908815988075122133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=5908815988075122133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5908815988075122133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5908815988075122133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-god.html' title='Why GOD?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1022335761574339463</id><published>2011-06-23T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:10:24.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Damar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikejones.net/eimages/newspost_images/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.spikejones.net/eimages/newspost_images/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is made of tiny things - real tiny ones. They can either make it or break it.&amp;nbsp; Tiny things like speaking out, pretending to care, showcasing your work, being pseudo...all are important. They can either make you or break you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1022335761574339463?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1022335761574339463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1022335761574339463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1022335761574339463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1022335761574339463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/06/damar.html' title='Damar....'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2316406706939072174</id><published>2011-04-25T11:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:35:10.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It had to rain in the long weekend when I had planned to finish major shopping work. If you have stayed in Bangalore for even a day, you would understand the trauma I am going through right now. I had to stick to home after 4p.m and it takes 2hrs to come to my place from anywhere in Bengalooru. So, this meant, I had to finish all my shopping by 2 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potholes, the never-moving traffic, common-sense-less morons,&lt;br /&gt;terrorist-auto-drivers...the list just goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengalooru might be the IT Hub and blah blah but this city is really not ready for anything that is non-IT. Be it rains/natural calamities or any accidents. The Carlton tower accident is the best example-The tower caught fire due to some cable issue. It was not a major major accident but yes, few parts of the tower was burning with people trapped in the top floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rescue ladders reached only the 4th floor while people in the 5th floor were left wondering - some took chances and leaped and died.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manipal hospital was just a few yards away, but thanks to the traffic, it took them bloody 30 mins to come to the spot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firemen arrived some 2 hrs later with an empty vehicle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lucky for us that tsunami can never strike us...lucky for us-we are not affected by earth quakes/floods. Lucky for us- no chill/heat waves. Lucky for us...rain god favours us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last weekend was an exception. Rain god punished us. As expected, Bengalooru could not handle it. Trees fell, Walls fell, Traffic stopped (I was stuck in a bus for 4 hrs), Yeddi boy visited a temple for shanti (I love him). &lt;br /&gt;I was travelling from Malleshwaram to Majestic. I was stuck in the bus for 4 hrs and then walked to Majestic. The scene in Majestic was worse. Nothing moved. Buses were like these tiny toys just waiting for some magic to happen. Funny part was traffic was fine outside Majestic.....I wonder what was causing the traffic inside. I somehow got out of Majestic and reached home. There was a moron near Majestic peeing-away-to-glory and we all were walking on the same pavement with flowing koche + watever...I wanted to die instead of walking there. &lt;br /&gt;Rickshaw drivers had the busiest day charging 150 bucks for a 4 km ride.&lt;br /&gt;Water logging is something that everybody complains about, during rains in Bengalooru but nothing is actually done. New roads or old roads or even flyovers...they are not complete without some 765 potholes in it.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The IT park where I work is the besht example. We have to walk holding strangers' hands and take care of the laptops and not notice anything that floats towards you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not ready for anything in Bengalooru except for Yeddi's scam, Gowda's remarks....ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;I was in chennai last week. I was surprised by the way the city is connected via trains and buses. We covered almost 40kms in 30 mins. The journey from Railway Station to any place is so cheap and fast. I paid 7rs for 22kms. Here, in Bangalore, I paid 120 for 13kms and it takes me 90mins to reach Station irrespective of the day/time.&lt;br /&gt;We are not READY for the expansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : A Huge bloody ant bit me and I have deep-wide cut on my finger now. Mother Nature is so wierd...Mother India chased that ant and killed it...How can ants be so powerful? I lost some 2 litres of blood.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2316406706939072174?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2316406706939072174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2316406706939072174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2316406706939072174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2316406706939072174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/ready.html' title='Ready?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2542925748330749565</id><published>2011-04-10T23:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:28:11.999+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><title type='text'>A Day at the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had a tough time writing this essay "A day at the Airport". I hated letter writing, essays and comprehensions, actually. Letter Writing was so so dumb. And guess what, I don't know how to write a formal letter even today. Thats the kinda world we are in right now.Email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, A day at the Airport - I had been to Bangalore Airport yesterday. I had been there before but the feeling is so different and new every single time. However, it has always left a void feeling every time, I visit the godforsaken place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.bloodonthemotorway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/happy-sad-faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="17" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://blog.bloodonthemotorway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/happy-sad-faces.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The faces that you get to see in the airport is so different&lt;br /&gt;from all the other faces that you get to see in other public places.&lt;br /&gt;The tense look on the parents' face, the happy faces-jumping around, the sad faces-that are leaving with a heavy heart behind, the I-dont-know-whats-happening-here faces (me)- - its such a mixed bag. I constantly tried hard not to look at the sad faces. But they were everywhere. The about-to-cry moms, constantly crying friends (girls), weeping kids, I-cant-cry men.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When it is you who is traveling, the experience is a bit different. You have the extra burden of what-lies-ahead and that keeps you occupied all the time. And I feel this feeling keeps all the other emotions at bay. Personally, I hate the travel bit. I get air-sick. My neighbour kinda gets sick of me. The food is crap. The smell is yuk. The feeling is very very yuk yuk yuk yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there yesterday to see someone off, which I have Never-Ever done. I have always avoided bidding good-byes. But I did it successfully yesterday. No Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely pray to god that trains should get faster than flights or telepathy is super-cool.&amp;nbsp; Devre, plz shut down all the airports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2542925748330749565?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2542925748330749565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2542925748330749565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2542925748330749565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2542925748330749565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-at-airport.html' title='A Day at the Airport'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3372236185278192107</id><published>2011-03-29T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:21:54.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;- Some of the Indian authors are very good. Its fun to read indian books. It might not be all-poetic with weird words in it but its nice. All that matters is - I can relate to the book. Reading, Small lil' things, when marriage is made in comedy circus currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sev Puri is my new love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It so happens that whenever I am ready for the worse the WORST happens. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE WORST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I hate it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wonder how long distance relationships work. Some great person once told me "out of sight is out of mind". My long distance relationship is not working.......aaaah with my team in hyd. I am next to invisible, which is good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am doing everything that I once refrained my enemies from doing...nailpolish, lens, beauty Salon...yes I said the B word. What has the world come to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Waiting for the match between India - Pak tomo. Makkla India solli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't things for a change happen the way I want it to. HUH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Broken promises hurt me because I just believed in them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I miss watching Kyunki saaas bhi kabhi...I was loving it. ee kap-kapi thara hosa serial bandhu che nam ekta kapoor angadi muchkond hodhlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love simpsons. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3372236185278192107?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3372236185278192107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3372236185278192107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3372236185278192107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3372236185278192107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-of-indian-authors-are-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7540192515390932014</id><published>2011-02-10T00:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:08:01.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What has the world come to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had Rava Dosa last weekend and it was bad. arghhh. Now I dont want anything else in life. Life ishtene. What has the world come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/149877/Dork/Poster%20Dork.gif" imageanchor="1" linkindex="23" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/149877/Dork/Poster%20Dork.gif" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Started reading books again. Completed DORK. Its a fun book about a moron(fresher) who is trying hard to make it big in his first company. He tries hard to impress his superiors but ends up screwing it.&lt;br /&gt;What I liked in the book is that,&amp;nbsp; its my story, its any fresher's story. However, there were times it was overdone. His goofiness was overdone. Also, what attracted me most about DORK is its cover. I know a book should not be judged by its cover but my creative side is unaware of this.&amp;nbsp; I, esp. liked the praise section. It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book that I am gonna begin is Rebirth. Its the connection a mother has with her yet-to-be-born kid and her screwed up relationship with her husband and her parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched loads of Adam Sandlers movies. sakaaythu seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a weird incident that happened in the book store where I bought the above mentioned books.&lt;br /&gt;A 10 year old boy had picked 2 books. I guess it was 3rd and 4th part of Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : beta, you have already read Harri pother. Why do you buy it again?&lt;br /&gt;Son : NO ma, that was the 1st and 2nd series. This is the next part&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Acha kya hain kya iss mein?&lt;br /&gt;Dad with a book in his hand: What did you select?&lt;br /&gt;Son : 3rd and 4th part of HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/S/Scared_3_tnb.png" imageanchor="1" linkindex="24" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/S/Scared_3_tnb.png" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad : But you just bought HP the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were his son, I would've died that very second. But this poor boy replied.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Son : That was different.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Please explain in detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted to kill the dad. Poor guy was asked to explain in detail with onlookers giggling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Son : that was the 1st and 2nd series. This is the next part&lt;br /&gt;Dad : If you read such books, kuch nahi hoga. Nobody will listen to you. You will just screw up your life. You must set an example for him.&lt;br /&gt;Dad pointed at his 3 year old son while the 10 year old Son listened with his head hung. Dad now, showed him the book he had selected for the boy - My Experiments with Truth by M.K. Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could not believe it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : You should read such books and implement whatever he said in your life and then your friends will start respecting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C'moooooooooonn. I cant believe the man thinks that 10 year old kids will respect the boy if he reads Gandhi's books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : kuch nahi hoga Harry pother padne se....koi respect nahi dega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then I selected DORK and walked away. (which I am sure is worse for a 25 yeard old to read) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe a 10 year old had was being gruelled for being a 10 year old. I read Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys till I was bloody 18. What has this world come to? I really felt sad for the kid who had to eventually succumb to his dad's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against Gandhi's book but I think kids should be given the freedom to do what thwy really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kids these days are way too sharper than I am now- to be frank. I dont think it is for anybody's good. They know how to find their way into something. They know how to get things rolling. Masterminds that they are. I saw one such kid at the same book store :&lt;br /&gt;He was around 5 yeard ols with a red colour glasses on. I could see lil' Mark Zuckerburg in him. He was pointing at a book and asked his dad to but it for him. Guess what he wanted. Some Drawing book...no, story book...no, comic books...no. He wanted a bloody Junior Encyclopedia. A 5 year old wanted a Junior Encyclopedia. What has the world come to?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : No beta, this book that we have bought is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am sure the dad picked "how-to-make-my-5 year-old-behave-like-one?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Junior Mark Zuckerburg (JMZ) : No dad I want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Dad : Nahi beta, we have the right book.&lt;br /&gt;JMZ : No I want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He started to throw tantrums. I was happy that finally this guy started to behave like a kid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad : Trust me beta, we have bought the right book. This book is also interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;JMZ : Noooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Dad : trust me.&lt;br /&gt;JMZ : Nooooo&lt;br /&gt;Dad :Trust me beta trust me.&lt;br /&gt;JMZ &lt;i&gt;shouted : &lt;/i&gt;No I dont trust you and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The genius that he was. he left his dad wondering....yeh cheez hain kya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father found it quite funny when the kid said "I dont trust you" but its not. Kids need to groomed well and need to be taught what is right and what is wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kswpgoodfriends.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/happy-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="25" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://kswpgoodfriends.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/happy-kids.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know both these stories are contradicting. 1 kid was behaving his age and his dad wanted him to become a Gandhi will the other was behaving like an Einstein and his dad wanted him to behave his age. I just want kids to be kids and want them to enjoy their time and want their naive thoughts to be nourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tastyindianfood.com/images/rava%20dosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="26" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.tastyindianfood.com/images/rava%20dosa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont want to eat Rava Dosa ever. What has the world come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7540192515390932014?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7540192515390932014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7540192515390932014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7540192515390932014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7540192515390932014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-has-world-come-to.html' title='What has the world come to?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5482569983689487100</id><published>2010-12-18T19:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:28:10.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tch</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok, I guess I hate rejection more than changes. Again most of us do. During my college placements, I wanted to get in to a "mass" company because getting in was easy and it meant that, I did not have to go through a series of rejections in the interviews. Loads of guys asked why a "mass" company, but I obviously lied to all of them :) &lt;br /&gt;Even today, I might not make a move easily with the fear of getting rejected. Tis ' not just the rejection but also the period of over-coming which involves massive self-ripping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, I conclude, tis' not the changes that I am running away from, it is the rejection of being accepted that keeps me at bay. However, REJECTION seems to be finding its way back to me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eat Rava Dosa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am running out of ideas for cartoons. (Please refrain yourself from saying "YOU ARE A CARTOON YOURSELF")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Guzaarish, Couples Retreat, Uthama puthiran, Social Network&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to make a movie on Harishankaran, on the same lines of Social Network. &lt;a href="http://doodleloony.blogspot.com/2010/09/hariiiiiiiiiiii.html" linkindex="19"&gt;Hari&lt;/a&gt; , like Mark is ambitious ( and might be a billionaire soon) . He is the co-founder of &lt;a href="http://interviewstreet.com/" linkindex="20"&gt;http://interviewstreet.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go 6 years back. I want to study Arts and make it my profession or may be even Event Management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : My 2 year old neighbour rejected me, :(&amp;nbsp; so the post. He refused to play with me and instead picked another 2 year old kiddo over me. Life ishtene. &lt;br /&gt;Hari, I have been adverting interviewstreet wherever possible, so solpa pay maadi.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-5482569983689487100?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5482569983689487100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=5482569983689487100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5482569983689487100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5482569983689487100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/12/tch.html' title='Tch'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3756562125649595178</id><published>2010-12-14T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:50:50.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not seek changes. They just happen. All my life, changes have been sweet. Very Sweet. However, I fear the current change is not as easy as the rest of'em.&lt;br /&gt;How I hate changes!!! Everybody does I guess. Atleast when we are in our safe lil' nest where no cuckoo would bother to peek-in. But then change is inevitable. It has to peek-in one day. That day might either turn out to be the worst day of your life or the best day if you just flow with the change and let it happen because whatever-happens-happens-for-good.&lt;br /&gt;JUST GO WITH THE FLOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3756562125649595178?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3756562125649595178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3756562125649595178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3756562125649595178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3756562125649595178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-do-not-seek-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8945827973689034973</id><published>2010-11-21T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:46:58.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>- Nan Mobile alltha idhe. No calls no msgs. I am thinking of committing its suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always tend to work hard towards something that I know is impossible. I always put that extra effort in achieving it. I am not talking about the materialistic pleasures like success/high rank. I am talking mainly about the tiny pleasures...impressing people around us,&amp;nbsp; impressing that gal or guy who-doesn't-give-a-damn, talking to that person who is kinda ignoring you. That extra effort that I put in is quite annoying.&amp;nbsp; And hola, when my efforts pay off, I always ALWAYS tend to go against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Its been almost 3 years in Bangalore. This place teaches me so many lessons everyday about struggle, life, happiness, pleasures. Not that Mysore dint, but I guess now is the time for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to eat Paneer Dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wish I knew I were a creative person, a couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am confused, very very confused right now. I detest a certain sect of people and I have a feeling that I have started to fall in that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to eat Rava Dosa too. I have been trying to catch hold of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wonder how my life would have if my name was Annapooranamma. This was my 1st name. Sounds cooler than my current name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loving my PS3+Move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8945827973689034973?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8945827973689034973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8945827973689034973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8945827973689034973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8945827973689034973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7115991098700961698</id><published>2010-09-25T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:42:06.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Rain!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The first drops of rain always bring a smile on our faces. The smell of wet soil, the damp grass, and the slosh of puddles under our feet make us want to dance with wanton joy. Rains make a heart go romantic. Ever danced in the rain? The feeling is inexplicably beautiful. Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said this is not a Bangalorean. However, I AM.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it rained cats and dogs here. I had planned for a DBC yesterday but all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Rains have always been an element of love romance, in the movies, books. Cut to reality, rains are always a pain (you know where). I was just 2kms away from home sweet home but the ride in the rain was horrible. I had forgotten to carry my jacket. My poor lil' PEP had just recovered from a rare disease ( MILEAGE and SPEED never crossed 20) and yesterday was another test. Poor PEP had to swim in a 2km Hurdle race. After 1 km, a Spider hopped onto my neck, god knows for what bloody reason. It was huge. &lt;br /&gt;I chucked my PEP in a parking place and I decided to walk for a while. The rain had come down by now but continued to show no mercy. I walked around with my helmet on. The open drainage on the roads were filled and water was gushing away to glory. Hopping from one safe place to the other, I some-how made it home. Oh yeah, I forgot the main problem. My glasses. I got a new pair of geeky glasses which dont fit me. Its the worst torture, wearing glasses in a rain while riding. OMG. This new pair is worse, I wish they had a wiper. FYI...I have been going through this pain for 13 years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how rains are in reality. The quote is a dhod sullu. Rain does not symbolize romance, its a pain (you know where). yavanadhru iga rain mele ondh romantic post baribekalla. chindhi chithranna. "&lt;i&gt;Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid&lt;/i&gt;." Hodusko thaane yelladhru sikkudhre. Illi nadiyakke jaaga illa, kay kay hodkond nadiyodh bere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7115991098700961698?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7115991098700961698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7115991098700961698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7115991098700961698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7115991098700961698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-rain.html' title='Oh the Rain!!!!!!'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6787139855939149802</id><published>2010-09-10T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:04:54.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh god!!! plz kapaadu</title><content type='html'>Finally mugithu. This has by far been the worst WORST ever week of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine on the last weekend. I even watched "We Are A Family". I know I know, I watched with great difficulty. Lets discuss this later. So, after watching that fateful movie, I started the week with a bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morn - My maid servant for some reason thought of eloping to her native. Mother India said "you are replacing her". kasta pattu 4 years engg odhi - VTU nalli - 8th sem nalli proj maadi :P - L.K.G nalli 1st Rank thandhu - and here I am with a saarso batte.&lt;br /&gt;Now after mane-mundhe-neer-haaki-gudsi-saarsi, I went to office just to find out that my old friend was having a very bad time and I feel she doesnt deserve to be in a situation she is in right now.&lt;br /&gt;Hold still, this was just the beginning of the week. I couldnt work after this. The same afternoon, a friend fell sick, she had to be admitted to the hospital. My mind was going bonkers. Isht saaldhu antha, I fought with a friend and screwed it up big time. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was it. Its just a bad day but no, the next day, I found out that my super bike's mileage has been&amp;nbsp; around 10 for quite a few months and I dint even know about it. I must have spent a fortune on the petrol in the past few months. Also the SUPER bike decided that I-am-not-gonna-go-beyond 20 speed. The only vehicle I over-took was tharkari-maaro-gaadi. I could not over-take a cycle man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday nothing happened. thank you god for this. Mother India also gave me an off&amp;nbsp; from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday maha bhayankara day - While I was saarsing the mane, I tripped over something and fell over the bucket full of galij-water. Splash, living room full of water. There I was, swimming in the water, fighting for my life. Floods nalli iro thara feeling. Water had already conquered the sofa ( the sofa's coushions touch the ground ). Mother India arranged for my thithi. I got into such a bad fight with her. I spent the next 3hrs in the flood relief program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Friday - I am still not in talking terms with my mom. My friend continues to ignore me despite all my so-called attempts . I havent done a naya-paisa work though out the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, lets call it a week. Lets not wait till Sunday. Please consider this as my sincere-humble request, plz plz get over with this week asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6787139855939149802?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6787139855939149802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6787139855939149802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6787139855939149802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6787139855939149802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-god-plz-kapaadu.html' title='Oh god!!! plz kapaadu'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8356523080645821139</id><published>2010-08-03T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:30:26.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kya Chahiye Madam? kidhar jana?</title><content type='html'>These 2 years in bangalore have been a pain you know where ;) Seriously, the traffic, the rickshaw drivers, the multi lingual murugespalya. Oh God Murugespalya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;i&gt;mane road&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;has 2 kannada-speaking family and I include my family in it (We are telugu, but the 3 of us know kannada). Creepy Palya. However, Mother India loves it. She has never had soooo many friends ever before. &lt;i&gt;Nan kathe keli...Aapice nalli hindi. yeshte try maadudhru shudha hindi nalle maathu kathe. Neighbours jothe Englis. Yenadhru by mistake friends call madudhre kannada dhalli muthu udhrathe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of friends ask "Why the new found love towards kannada?". That is true, I can just speak in kannada and I have shared my painful experience with the language as a cariculum.&lt;br /&gt;However, looking at Bengalooru's plight, not just increases my love for kannada but also manages to increase my hatred towards all the other languages that have taken its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angadige hodhre "kya chahiye madam anthaane?" Aa angadi dhavnu malyali. Avnge Tamil telugu barathe. He is currently learning Bengali. Idh bari avn kathe alla...Auto drivers, Bus conductors...yellaru ashte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not an anit-kannada types. I appreciate the fact that people like it here but it hurts when our language is not given the respect which it deserves. I hate it when &lt;i&gt;kannadigas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;do not respect their roots and curse everything associated with namma karnataka. They are ashamed to say that kannada is their mother tongue. LOSERS. I agree that we are not perfect...be it the movies here or or what??? I guess everything as good as a metropol. Are we unhappay with the kannada movies????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most of my friends are tired of listening to this kannada gyan of mine but &lt;i&gt;nan maneli bandh iri ondh vara....sop maaroru "keerai" antha &lt;/i&gt;koogthare....balehannu maroru "valapalam" anthaare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am sure nothing is going to change as we have developed as a city and grown into a IT Hub. But I guess we kannadigas can take a small step in acknowledging namma kannada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8356523080645821139?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8356523080645821139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8356523080645821139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8356523080645821139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8356523080645821139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/kya-chahiye-madam-kidhar-jana.html' title='Kya Chahiye Madam? kidhar jana?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8469739284511631927</id><published>2010-05-07T23:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:35:26.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RW8VkacPI/AAAAAAAABaU/aRev62cbYp0/s1600/tablet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RW8VkacPI/AAAAAAAABaU/aRev62cbYp0/s320/tablet.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RdlB5W9WI/AAAAAAAABao/3cmsjyZFCj4/s1600/pensil_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RdlB5W9WI/AAAAAAAABao/3cmsjyZFCj4/s320/pensil_1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RYbC8681I/AAAAAAAABag/ZjNWqLv-u0U/s1600/ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RYbC8681I/AAAAAAAABag/ZjNWqLv-u0U/s320/ps.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-ReOpL86HI/AAAAAAAABaw/SugsMvzJYQ4/s1600/Ad_ill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-ReOpL86HI/AAAAAAAABaw/SugsMvzJYQ4/s320/Ad_ill.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-Rj0bUU5KI/AAAAAAAABa8/ZJdXx7mQHws/s1600/at_work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-Rj0bUU5KI/AAAAAAAABa8/ZJdXx7mQHws/s320/at_work.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8469739284511631927?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8469739284511631927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8469739284511631927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8469739284511631927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8469739284511631927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RW8VkacPI/AAAAAAAABaU/aRev62cbYp0/s72-c/tablet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-822597011607436428</id><published>2010-03-22T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:23:44.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure was mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Friends are the funniest things that god has ever given us. I am not kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;This week was very special to me as I met loads of friends. The 1st in the list&amp;nbsp;is a close friend, whom I hadnt met for 2 years. The funny part is - we were in the same city during these 2 years but we could never meet up. I felt really funny at the beginning. Those awkward pauses, running out of common topics. However I felt really really good meeting her. I realized how I miss those innocent school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I met another old friend from school. I hadnt seen him for 10 straight years. I am not kidding. Again ran out of words, topics but again fun. I suppose, meeting up 10 year old pals does not happen quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I need to mention another special friend, the entrepreneur. I met him at a common friends house. Played PS2. Never ran out of topics :). Those guys are awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Quite funny and wierd that I am feeling right now. I kinda dont know if the reason for this is catching up with old friends, really old friends or the fact that its already MONDAY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-822597011607436428?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/822597011607436428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=822597011607436428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/822597011607436428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/822597011607436428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/pleasure-was-mine.html' title='Pleasure was mine'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3376046886380555503</id><published>2010-03-16T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:02:48.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>24th year miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have some bad news for you guys....really really really bad news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am 24 years old. OMG. I know I always crib about my age- be it 20 or 24. But this year I am depressed for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dono how this happened? I remember clearly, I was so proud on my 18th birthday...freedom, friends were the only thing on my mind. No mundane thoughts...feels like yesterday. I dont know how the years just passed by. I am not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With age comes (unnecessary) responsibility and the chance to get to hear from auntigalu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I got a chance to participate in this earth shattering conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This started as a casual talk between my friend and her mom. I happened to join them by chance but I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friend's Mom : Girls, you are no longer kids. You guys need to understand how to behave in public places".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend was the 1st to react "Mom. what the hell is this?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was exactly my sentiments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This dint stop her mom. She continued " You girls should stop wearing jeans and all the other nonsense stuff like..the earring that you are wearing". She pointed to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello, excuse me!!!", I exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend who for some reason did not find it apt to stop her mom at this juncture, waited for the next comment. "Look at Tulsi... She looks so beautiful and yesht lakshanavagi idhale. Bottu itkondu, balle haakondu...olle hudgi maathra. On the other hand look at look at Bipasha. She is always watching movies. English nalle maathadthale.", she continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello. Excuse me!!!" I again exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"You know Lakshmi...She never speaks. I dont know why!! You should speak when guests come home, girls. Being silent seems arrogant. Kobbu ankothaare."She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Bhagwan, mujhe utthale!!!!" I again exclaimed in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend somehow read my mind and started to divert her attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alas, her mom continued, "But you know, Bipasha thumba maathadthale. Kobbu avlge. She does not care at all. Too much I say, alva ma?" she asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiled back. Now my friend and I started to feel dizzy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, my friend's grandma pitched in. "I never allowed your mother to talk to any boy in her life. But nowadays I see that a girl talking to another girl should also be restricted".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend and I shifted from our places and moved apart by a few inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"and girls, after a certain age, you should stop wearing these funky watches or these rings", again she pointed to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG, am I dreaming? somebody please pinch me or better somebody please stab me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"by the way, do you know how to cook? atleast basic saaru and palya? because my daughter is a moron. she cant even boil water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can boil water easily aunty", I mocked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Dont mind my question aaythama? I am just trying to help you girls" my friend's mother said. "You have very less time left. You know that right".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Yup", my friend and I said in chorus. Thus the conversation ended and I started to think on a serious note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do guys also get to hear such noble thoughts? and what would that be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3376046886380555503?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3376046886380555503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3376046886380555503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3376046886380555503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3376046886380555503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/24th-year-miracles.html' title='24th year miracles'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4094856515792675802</id><published>2009-12-01T10:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:47:43.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Idhu yaaru baredha katheyo</title><content type='html'>This weekend I spent like a nerd in front of laptop. ah but watching movies not doing anything that an average nerd does ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished watching the movies, I was kinda half mad. (&lt;em&gt;Now Plz dont say tht I already was - thts a pathetic old joke&lt;/em&gt;)I have never watched movies in which i had to pause and take down notes and then think abt it for a few moments. Never. However I have watched complicated movies and gotten over it. But this weekend was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st movie&lt;/u&gt; : Premonition : &lt;em&gt;Let me try to explain the movies in my own words rather than Ctrl C + Ctrl V from imdb&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The leading lady (Sandra Bullock) wakes up everyday to find out that her week is jumbled as in the days in the week are not ordered. 1st comes thursday whr she finds out her husband died yday i.e. Wednesday.Next day she wakes up to find her husband alive coz tht is Monday. Next day, Saturday, again she finds herself in the funeral of her husband. Next morning is Tuesday whr she finds tht her husband is having an affair and nothing makes sense to her coz she is as confused as ppl watching her. Finally comes Wednesday when she decides whether to save her unfaithful/shitty husband or let him die. HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Movie&lt;/u&gt; : Lake House (Sandra Bullock again). She has this something to tease our brains.She leaves her Lake House behind for her profession and settles else where in the city. All this happens in the year 2006. She decides to leave a mail to the new Lake House resident. This new resident (Keanu Reaves) responds back coz hes confused. &lt;em&gt;Plz Concentrate, this is whr the confusion starts&lt;/em&gt;. For him, the current year is 2004 and for Sandra, the current year is 2006. She is in the future. How do they communicate? The mail box at the Lake House becomes the Time Channel. And then loads of confusions like : They meet each other at a party in 2004. At this point Keanu has already fallen in love with her but Sandra fails to recognize him coz she falls in love with him in 2006. DAMN U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Movie&lt;/u&gt; : Butterfly Effect : (No Sandra Bullock)This was the worse. I chose this movie coz the name of the movie was intimidating. But I CANNOT pen the movie in words. It was way too confusing. I guess the main resaon behind this confusion was watching all these movies back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Movie : Sixth Sense :This movie made some sense,&lt;em&gt; Finally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why I choose these movies out of 20 other movies. I really fail to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4094856515792675802?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4094856515792675802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4094856515792675802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4094856515792675802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4094856515792675802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/idhu-yaaru-baredha-katheyo.html' title='Idhu yaaru baredha katheyo'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5942988945313631999</id><published>2009-11-18T23:58:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:21:20.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jhor ka Jhatka Dheere Se lage</title><content type='html'>The other day, I freaked my mom out when I told her about my well-kept secrets, etc, etc.... She still thinks I was kidding. She kinda blames my friends for leading me on the "wrong path" . Poor MOTHER-INDIA. I know I'll always remain innocent in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I freaked out when a lady asked me "Where do you see yourself after 5 years?" I kinda saw this coming. But I dint expect this question to generate 500V jhatka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she had asked me this question an year ago-when I was still in coll, I would have been spot-on coz I had a ready-made answer which I had assembled from various placement sites. ;) If she had asked me this when I was just a 6 month kid in this proffession, I would have given her a lame answer.&lt;br /&gt;But, SCREW HER. Y NOW? This question is scarier than EC (Electronic Circuits) questions. This time I know I dont have to impress anybody with my over-the-world answer. I also know tht I am no longer a FRESHER to not-know-any-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405522884667016178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SwRGbIXSg_I/AAAAAAAABU0/P5ZCBw9bQVw/s320/me_a.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the F do I see myself after 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I career oriented&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; DONO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;If Yes - Techinical or management?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;DINT I JUST TELL YOU - I DONO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Do you have the required skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; BULL SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;If No - Wat else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; aaaaaa....hmmmm.......MAYBE....&lt;/i&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this could mean that I am Carred Oriented&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;then Technical or Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;/i&gt;Prrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, Where ever I am 5 years down the line, I am sure its gonna be HELL. I will still blog and let you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : The person who asked me this question is the same person who said "You have a Serious face. A smile would help". Yaav janmadhalli paapa madidhno. kshamsu thayi. Dont freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S_1 : Thats my PS work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-5942988945313631999?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5942988945313631999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=5942988945313631999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5942988945313631999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5942988945313631999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/jhor-ka-jhatka-dheere-se-lage.html' title='Jhor ka Jhatka Dheere Se lage'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SwRGbIXSg_I/AAAAAAAABU0/P5ZCBw9bQVw/s72-c/me_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8457943247132966554</id><published>2009-10-17T22:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:42:22.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>What the hell. So many changes in just 1 year. I was always sorrounded by friends. or may be it was me who was hanging out with'em. but watever I was with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, today, I have no friends. I mean I do, but I have no clues what they r doing. (3 r an exception, who make it a point to tell me wassup in their life). Its like a I have taken a vow not to call others and not pick their calls or return their SMS and I am not interested in making new friends. I cant blame my professional life for this. I can blame it on my sunsign --Aquarius for being so aloof and detached. I was never like an aloof and detached aquarian in my school and college. I think I have realized my aquarius traits over the past 1 year. Seriously, I have behaved like a true acquarian in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was shell shocked when somebody told me     "you have a very serious face. A smile would help ".  Tell me about it, I mean, ppl always  used to tell me to shut my mouth and today, there is a person who says - i had a serious face.  I agree, I wasnt the funniest and the wittiest person around but i did have my PJ's going, teasing my friends or pulling their leg and I was always smiling if not laughing.Now, ppl say "smile". Lemme tell u a few more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinged an old friend and just out of courtesy asked : hows ur sis and mom? A sane person would say fine,right?. But she, being my friend, says "all r fine... thank u... is everything fine with u? "&lt;br /&gt;I asked "y?"&lt;br /&gt;She said " coz.. u r suddenly... so concerned... abt me and my family... it cant happen on a regular day"&lt;br /&gt;What the HELL. I was trying to be nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrs another friend whom i asked exactly the same question : "hows ur mom?"&lt;br /&gt;She says "y suddenly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot it was a normal human tendency to enquire abt the other person's family. BAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And KUDOS to the kind of conv i have these days on chat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frnd : hey&lt;br /&gt;me : hey&lt;br /&gt;frnd : how r u?&lt;br /&gt;me : am fine. how abt u?&lt;br /&gt;frnd : fine. hows work?&lt;br /&gt;me : sorta hectic. how abt urs?&lt;br /&gt;frnd : mamool.&lt;br /&gt;me : oota aaytha?&lt;br /&gt;frnd : yup. urs?&lt;br /&gt;me :yup. done.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hrs, frnd : gotto go bye, gn&lt;br /&gt;me : byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays i do ask abt their parents and siblings and get bashed. Mind u this is exactly the kinda conv I have these days. I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for a miracle and hoping that the same person who said i had a serious face gets to c my funny face. I still cant understand, how can she say tht i have serious face? Or may be I do.&lt;br /&gt;BAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8457943247132966554?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8457943247132966554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8457943247132966554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8457943247132966554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8457943247132966554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3232309763041693101</id><published>2009-10-15T02:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:11:00.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>Hey PS work again. Comments would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/StY3FSFN-YI/AAAAAAAABSs/ItgVnWvaXKQ/s1600-h/eye_all_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/StY3FSFN-YI/AAAAAAAABSs/ItgVnWvaXKQ/s400/eye_all_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558167715346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3232309763041693101?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3232309763041693101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3232309763041693101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3232309763041693101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3232309763041693101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/StY3FSFN-YI/AAAAAAAABSs/ItgVnWvaXKQ/s72-c/eye_all_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1625922608054719892</id><published>2009-10-02T19:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:00:45.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to take a walk today to feel the fresh air of MURUGESPALYA and this turned out to be a "walk to remember" (wish it were like the movie but DAMN I was alone).&lt;br /&gt;I passed a corner which is crowded on a normal day, normal afternoon, normal evening, normal night. This is the corner where all the thirsty men quench their thirst. Before u start coming to any conclusions, this is the place where liquor is sold. Today being Gandhi Jayanti, the corner was over crowded. Yes, you read it right. It was over crowded. it turned out that the men were over-thirsty today. There was a small boy inside the huge gate who was supplying stuff. When i was nearing the place, there were around 7-8 men. They were staring at me like they were dogs (They looked like f*&amp;amp;#ed up dogs). I really freaked out when i saw Police men right in front of the place. I mean What the F*%$, all this was happening in front of the KANOON. I was shit scared to be walking alone in the bright daylight and in front of those MEN and esp. the POLICE. &lt;br /&gt;The irony here is that today is Gandhi Jayanti who once upon a time said something about women being able to walk alone in the night. Sirjee, its getting difficult to walk alone in the daylight. KUDOS. I personally am not a big fan of Gandhi coz of various reasons. I better keep my mouth shut about this or else i might be thrown out of my PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the "WALK", I am obviously not gonna walk alone again. For all those BIG MOUTHS who say "BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE" -- A Woman can never be the DAMN change that she wants to see. Not in this f*&amp;amp;$ing 21st century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1625922608054719892?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1625922608054719892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1625922608054719892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1625922608054719892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1625922608054719892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-decided-to-take-walk-today-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4975078315472352918</id><published>2009-08-15T22:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:22:25.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independance day</title><content type='html'>It was good to see flag being hoisted in murugespalya. But the sad part was that everybody were awestruck when they saw the flag. I dono for wat bloody reason. It was INDIA's flag not the NEIGHBOUR'S flag and it was Independance day. wat else do u need to hoist INDIA flag u murugespalya morons. By the way, my PhotoShop work for this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnYTjCZGI/AAAAAAAABSA/xzH04jUQrj8/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370234010436002914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnYTjCZGI/AAAAAAAABSA/xzH04jUQrj8/s400/india.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/836809741800250374-4975078315472352918?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4975078315472352918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4975078315472352918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4975078315472352918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4975078315472352918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independance-day.html' title='Happy Independance day'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnYTjCZGI/AAAAAAAABSA/xzH04jUQrj8/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2603032646602115224</id><published>2009-07-07T22:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:05:59.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish the Evil person were dead. I wish he dies in his sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for screwing up her life and mine too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2603032646602115224?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2603032646602115224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2603032646602115224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2603032646602115224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2603032646602115224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-evil-person-were-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7692041791894201248</id><published>2009-06-19T00:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:27:52.385+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started spending more time with books rather than ppl again. Read quite a few awesome books. the 1st being PS I LOVE YOU. Awesome story. I even got a chance to watch the movie. but the movie was clumsy. The movie could not emote half as well as the book. Holly and her family and esp. the 2 friends were so warm and I could easily relate to it ( which the movie failed to). The book revolves around a young widow, Holly, who is trying hard to come out of the grief. The only thing that keeps her going are the 12 letters that her dead husband has left behind. These letters are supposed to be read at the beginning of every single month. To add to the grief, both her friend are happ with their own personal lives. The envy, the grief and the way she tries to digest all the happiness arnd her is wat the book all about. I luved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book I am reading now is TWILIGHT. I had never heard about this until recently. I was planning to read "NOT WITHOUT MY DAUGHTER". But the hype that surrounded the book forced me to take this up. This book is romantic and gave me shrills way too many times. This book is about a common coll going gal, Bella, falling in luv with a Vampire. This actually sounded funny to me but trust me, the book is woth reading. The curiosity was killing me and hence I gotto know the storyline from wiki ( I now repent doing that ). But I still continue to read it. The vampire is a masth flirt. He sure knows how to make a gal smile ( not just Bella ). I have not yet finished reading it, but I am sure that I will enjoy reading the rest too. I will get back to TWILIGHT now. Happy posting till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7692041791894201248?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7692041791894201248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7692041791894201248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7692041791894201248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7692041791894201248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/started-spending-more-time-with-books.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1561204922271856173</id><published>2009-06-17T22:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:26:59.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. quite a dull boring day. Things change so easily. I mean all the happiness and attention has now turned to mocking and saving ur ass. I am not sulking but it has been quite a dumb day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally out of the clutches of RONDHU and BONDHU. but now with JUMBO. The only thing JUMBO knows is that ANDHA KANOON and GOLU MANCHURIAN are the only things around. MAN I JUST WANNA RUN AWAY FROM THESE JOKERS. But BONDHU wldnt let me do so.&lt;br /&gt;Things have never been so gloomy. My future. My life. My future is in the hands of an EVIL person. Wish I could change everything esp the EVIL person in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1561204922271856173?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1561204922271856173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1561204922271856173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1561204922271856173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1561204922271856173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7755195856445137377</id><published>2009-05-28T20:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:45:18.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Losers</title><content type='html'>I am stuck between a bondhu and a rondhu. The bondhu wants me to land on the moon and the rondhu is the gravity thats pulling me back. The gravity is so powerful that it not only is pulling me back but its digging my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondhu and Rondhu r unreasonable in their own bloody ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog abt my May life later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7755195856445137377?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7755195856445137377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7755195856445137377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7755195856445137377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7755195856445137377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/losers.html' title='Losers'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6641404835041583654</id><published>2009-04-15T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:40:44.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So long...</title><content type='html'>I have always had to shift places and bid adieu to my friends. Thanx to my dad's transferable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is happening is very strange. This is the 1st time in the past 23 :( years, wen friends r bidding adios to me and I cannot digest the fact. The reason being -- the volume. kudos&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y so many at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some r stepping into a new city, new state and some into an absolutely new, strange world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all happening so posthaste and with grandiose. I cannot buy the fact that umpteen no. of friends will no longer be sharing my space. By the midst of this year, I am sure to be a loner unless I stumble upon a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye but I am and I will miss each of the bloody fellas for laughing, teasing, crying, sharing stuff with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009...I know U dont like me but this is not a fair game. I wish... I wish that when I wake up in the morning, I wake up in my Mysore house, in my room, with absolutely no mundane thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I wish.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6641404835041583654?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6641404835041583654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6641404835041583654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6641404835041583654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6641404835041583654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-long.html' title='So long...'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7218782122862950910</id><published>2009-03-18T22:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:53:59.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/ScExHcKcazI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2c_a92UxbuI/s1600-h/nite_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/ScExHcKcazI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2c_a92UxbuI/s400/nite_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314583039162739506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/ScExHb03dqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ded26JigRW8/s1600-h/Mar_cal_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/ScExHb03dqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ded26JigRW8/s400/Mar_cal_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314583039072237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 are my latest and fav photoshop creations till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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On a serious note, I was very curious to watch thins movie coz the story line was attractive and sounded so sweet. I also wanted to see how thy manage to potray the age differences and the age window for the protagonists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, the movie is perfect. Or should I say,its near to perfection. but I was disappointed when i finished watching it. I cld not watch it in a single shot. I had to split the movie. I did not have the patience to continue after an hour or so. I mean I had seen enuf of the technical aspects revolving his age. I was also unhappy abt the way the affair with some Chairman's wife was elongated. It was meaningless in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day wen i watched the later half, it was gud. I cld see Brad Pitt as himself.But Loads of things went over my head like how did he come to know about some guy getting up late for work, or the taxi guy having a cup of coffee or about the lady who forgot her coat, when cate met with an accident. how can he know the circumstances tht led to the accident so precisely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said technically it was good but somehow it failed in certain aspects. Some parts were repeated or prolonged, according to me....like the affair and the part as a boatman with Captain Mike,the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had to rewind back to recollect -how the movie began and the significance of the Clock. I think the reason cld be tht  I did not watch it continuously.&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes made things worse. I am writing this post whilst fighting with 4 of them. I think I shld try sleeping now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-9036194140425229190?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9036194140425229190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=9036194140425229190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/9036194140425229190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/9036194140425229190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/curius-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='Curius Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8189616252316827413</id><published>2009-03-12T01:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:22:44.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am addicted to my cell ph, laptop and Ipod. Thy play an important role in my life. Thy r no longer a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I misplace my keys... I feel like giving a ring and finding out whr thy r.&lt;br /&gt;I always wish i had a Ctrl F while reading books.&lt;br /&gt;Always wish TV had a battery back up like a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven switched my mob on since sunday. no contact with my friends. Today, I cld not resist but login to gtalk during day time. I have this addiction towards my lappy. Be it blog or Orkut. I can spend a lifetime in it. I wonder If I can ever turn my laptop off just like my mob and not turn it on for atleast a few days. I hope I succeed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through blogs and profiles does help me in more than 1 ways but I guess its eating away my sleep. Blame it on technology or human mind, but I am missing out loads of stuff. like a normal conversation with my family. watchin tv with mom. playin cards and carrom with her. She doesn complain about this new found addiction of mine but I know she is not happy about this aloof behaviour of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe tht I cant stay without my cell ph and laptop. I did not have a ph till my last year in college. I hardly used to switch on my Comp for personal use. It was mostly for my lab stuff or project. I wonder how I used to pass my time with out these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again 1 of those nites, whn I just cant sleep. I think I'll get back to reading blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8189616252316827413?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8189616252316827413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8189616252316827413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8189616252316827413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8189616252316827413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-addicted-to-my-cell-ph-laptop-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5868551068410207626</id><published>2009-02-28T14:10:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:00:25.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this site in a blog. This was some kinda astrology an I was curious to know wat was in store for me. an this is wat I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;February 8 Birthday Astrology :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Jill M Phillips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A certain spookiness is evident in the personality of Aquarians born on February 8 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG, Bobby George, u were so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; . They have a powerful life-force, with evidence of psychic awareness (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew I was a psycho&lt;/span&gt;). Although they may appear almost sphinxlike in their emotional isolation, they are intense (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt;). Before they can use their talents and gifts, they must master -- and understand -- their personal power ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What cld those power be? Something like Superman or Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends and Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends play a special role in the lives of February 8 natives. But for friendships to work, they need to trust the other person and the relationship ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;NOOOOO I dont trust them&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Romance may not deliver all they expected (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;). Later, when they have experienced pain and broken hearts, they are likely to be rewarded with the love they've been looking for (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;wah!!! What destiny.1st I lose an thn I gain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children and Family &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 8 people may be unhappy with the way they were raised. As adults, this can cause separateness from the rest of the family or a desire to be estranged (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, I am sure tht I'll spend my budapa in an aged home&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. There may not be a strong emotional impetus for February 8 individuals to become parents, at least until after they have made peace with their past (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OK Ok&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 8 natives are centered in their own time, so whatever health influences are in the public consciousness are likely to attract their interest (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Interest???&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. They are creatures of extremes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bobby George, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;know ur smiling&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. They may take pills for everything that ails them(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;coz I cant take pain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; then turn around and express disdain for all but the most pure and natural lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career and Finances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 8 natives often have difficulty settling on a career. Because their interests are generally philosophical, it may be hard for them to find a twentieth-century equivalent( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG!!!I know am gettin old soon.But what is this&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Money has a great significance for February 8 men and women, who appreciate the status it bestows upon them (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I agree&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams and Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born on February 8 are often confused (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;?????&lt;/span&gt;) about their life-goals, because they know when they choose one road they give up exploration of another (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew that I always had problem with roads&lt;/span&gt;). The freedom these people seek doesn't exist -- and they know that. But it doesn't keep them from trying to force their will upon an uncaring universe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So this means that am an unlucky gal. But I am not inclinated towards astrology. I found this article quite interesting coz most of'em seem to be true.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Positive               Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aquarians are usually intelligent,               cool, clear, logical people (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, I know&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. They have good imaginations and are quite               intuitive. Aquarius is drawn to and inspired by great causes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Is it?&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;.They               are not limited to their environment and disappointments don't deter               them from their goals. They often adopt a life style that goes against               the trends, because the odd and unique fascinate them (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayo sari kanayya. I know I am wierd,odd,physcho.watelse??An how is this positive.Idhe positive aadhre negative yeno?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Main positive               traits&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Progressive, independent, inventive, friendly,               humaitarian, originality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negative Traits : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aquarians are an enigma. On one hand             they are warm, kind, and outgoing, the sort to make friends easily and             willingly. On the other hand, they are quite aloof people, who do not             actively seek out relationships, and resent any infringement on their             time or resources. They are engaging, yet unreachable. They can be fascinating             and dynamic, while lacking any real warmth or endearing qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Among the faults, which are typically Aquarian&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; are extreme eccentricity(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is this&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;,             and an unwillingness to participate in any standard of protocol. When             angered, they become seriously rude, alternating between deafening silence             and sudden outbursts of temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Main negative traits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Unemotional,             aloof, tempermental, unpreditable, eccentric, fixed opinions. &lt;/p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OK thts it. I cld not add more. I mean this is enuf. Show khatam.ghar jao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Did u really read the whole thing. I am sure not&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="articleByLine"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-5868551068410207626?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5868551068410207626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=5868551068410207626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5868551068410207626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5868551068410207626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-this-site-in-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4573721846401166362</id><published>2009-02-22T19:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:02:49.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some beautiful memories.</title><content type='html'>Some beautiful memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...those dumb sms. "should v go the 1st class?"sh wld ask&lt;br /&gt;                               "should we go to coll?" shu wld ask ( this gal was not bothered abt attendance. she spoilt us)&lt;br /&gt;                               "whr r u guys am in coll" su wld say!!!&lt;br /&gt;finally v used to end up in canteen eatin 4Rs icecream. we were no better thn beggars those 4 yrs .kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...those unnecessary treats. I remember shu givin 1 "for bein alive". But I needed it.coz I had risked my life 4 her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...those fights.OMG&lt;br /&gt;...those cut copy paste labs.&lt;br /&gt;...those bitching in labs. Wat fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;...those udthi khabre. those gossips were jaw dropping.&lt;br /&gt;...those dabba movies I was dragged to.&lt;br /&gt;...those exposing ppl in class.&lt;br /&gt;...those innocent looks on my friends faces in class.&lt;br /&gt;...those scribbling in my notes during class. I still hav them.&lt;br /&gt;...those getting thrown out of class. (tht was not my fault)&lt;br /&gt;...those getting caught in the class by most of the lec.(SK,Ronaldinho,Vanmala,some phy lec,CIPE lady,Chinnu, the attender who stole shu's pen, Shabana,Annapoorna....is tht it?)&lt;br /&gt;...those pastries. O how I wish I cld hav thm now.&lt;br /&gt;...those naming ceremonies.(pashana)&lt;br /&gt;...those popsickles(wtevr the spelling is)&lt;br /&gt;...those unnecessary arguments.&lt;br /&gt;...those sleep overs.&lt;br /&gt;...those dialogues. "when I start earning, I'll ......"&lt;br /&gt;...those ooooooooooooos&lt;br /&gt;...those watchin roadies together.&lt;br /&gt;...those watchin dumb movies together an laughin the whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;...those blr trips.&lt;br /&gt;...those unnecessary scope.&lt;br /&gt;...those void feelings on the last day in mys.&lt;br /&gt;...those memories....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4573721846401166362?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4573721846401166362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4573721846401166362' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4573721846401166362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4573721846401166362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-beautiful-memories.html' title='Some beautiful memories.'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7767745013528259135</id><published>2009-02-21T00:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:57:17.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confusion repeated once again.</title><content type='html'>My colleague today asked me "which place do you belong to???" Paapi yentha ques kelldha? Now he forced me share this info. I knw I hav repeated this hella no. of times but plz 1ce more nan samadhanakke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here goes the flasback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is from TamilNadu.Dad is from Karnataka. But we speak Telugu at home coz my ancestors hail from Andhra. Now I was born in Coimbatore.Was in Bengalooru till I was 5yrs old. an thn did my schoolin in bombay. College in Mys. Now workin in Bengalooru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is my ooru outta this?? When I shifted to Bombay, I said Bengalooru was my ooru. Same again, I used to say I am from bombay wen i came down ot mys. but now wat?? Mysooru is it?or  is it bengalooru??? Crap man. When I ask maathashree, she says madhugiri ( this ooru is near tumkuru) is my native.KUDOS!! Ask her Y, she says "coz thts my dad's native" Now wat confusion is this?? che thu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bachhe ki jaan lenge kya??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7767745013528259135?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7767745013528259135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7767745013528259135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7767745013528259135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7767745013528259135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/confusion-repeated-once-again.html' title='Confusion repeated once again.'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7132602064839603914</id><published>2009-02-21T00:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:15:36.347+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood Swings have become a common thingy in my life. Blame it on me or jus  blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have the have the habit of dramatizing watever we do. an so do I. I put in drama by hittin walls or bangin doors. I feel I wld hav been a diff person if I had a sibling. I knw havin a siblin means havin a friend with u 24x7 . You dnt hav to rely on friends 4 shoulders. an with me havin to shift places so many times,it has made me lose hella lotta friends. An I no longer feel like goin ahead an makin new friends. Havin a Sis wld hav really helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I came across an article tht reads -- how to cope with bad moods :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Think abt something or some1 ur thankful for :&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dont believe in god or somethin. The only person I can think of is mathashree who is sleepin right now. Do u think I shld wake her an say "Thnk U amma." She will start pepsodent, colgate, meswak dishum dishum.... ashte naale nu bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do something nice&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;Madhya raathrilli wat nice thing can I do? ok I hav a fivestar.I will eat it obviously.But Is tht a nice thing to do acc to him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Listen to upbeat music &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;O god hwo much I hate such music an wat the hell its half past 12. Haad kelli yen udhara maadthino??? I cant go an get earphones an all tht crap. So next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Realize tht ur not alone &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;idhappa best. modhle bootha andhre bhaya adhralloo devva baro time aaythu. ivn yaavano ur not alone antha hellthaane goobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Talk to somebody &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;ivn yaako sari illa. ammana yebsudhre naan saayadh gaurantee an who wld wanna talk to me now. Should I call or jus ping tht person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Get some exercise&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;aaythu bidanna. My tummy is not the reason for my bad food an for ur kind info I will continue eatin honey cake daily. yen maadkothiyo maadko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jus Let it out&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the only thing I have been doin. paapi. idhunna helakke ondh website bere.che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better. His advices worked may be. but my mood swings drive me crazy. I think I shld flush out these small things tht keep me occupied. I was wrong.Possessiveness is not a quality to be boasted abt. thu.yaar hellkottro hig possesive aagi irodhu. avrajji. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7132602064839603914?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7132602064839603914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7132602064839603914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7132602064839603914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7132602064839603914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/mood-swings-have-become-common-thingy_21.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2261904635756223400</id><published>2009-02-20T23:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:55:45.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too fast to come to a conclusion abt 2009. but it has been a mixed pack all this while unlike yesteryears ( which has been totally gud or it totally sucked). This year started with a bang, a new part of me was born. A new phase had begun and I realized tht I was old enuf to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mind refused to accept the fact tht I was old an courageous enuf.So bang it ended. I thot the so called new phase dint really mean anythin.  an I think I need to grow mentally .If I dnt thn I can c my future goin peanuts. but I respect my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2261904635756223400?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2261904635756223400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2261904635756223400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2261904635756223400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2261904635756223400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-fast-to-come-to-conclusion-abt-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7612642484240738415</id><published>2009-02-15T02:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:23:04.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff happening in an around my life. an I hope its the same in ur life too. I'll tell u wats new on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I made a new set of friends who jus like bufoons again an this time around I HATE them. I cannot disclose anythin else here. I dnt think ur interested, r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I watched 7 seasons of friends. luved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I was an am insensitive abt a certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; wat else?? I cooked an humans ate an r doin gud, mind u. dnt feel like boastin abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; O god. Is this it?? Is this wat I hav been doin from 31st dec. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thru every single post of mine(thanx to non-eatin friend of mine) an thot I shld write abt somethin. loads of stuff happenin in INDIA too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India winnig cric matches. Sania, bymistake, winnin the grand slam an the best bein the pink chaddi campaign. I dnt wanna elaborate on tht coz my poor little maathashree thinks tht I might get into trouble coz my planet GURU  is not in the right place. She says I'll b introuble if i open my mouth abt anythin. This continues till Nov-09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat else is happening?? O yes!!!Kyunki an kahaani ended. Bloody I dint even knw.I mean I hav watched the 2 serials frm day 1. an continued it till the 2nd gen popped up or was it 3rd?? watever but I shld hav seen the last episode man. I realized tht 2 of my darling serials were khallas wen I thot tht chalo nothin was happenin in my life, so wat lets c if things were the same with tulsi an parvati but all in vain thy left without tellin me. :(  another sad story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried watchin Roadies today but man wat kinda losers r those. O god save their @$$e$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inference : I have lost 3 of my sweethearts. kudos.(am I glad or wat?) mathashree is too happy coz she gets to see her serials bindass an khatam hone ka naam thak nahi hain. Mujhe raat ko neend nahi aati. Soch soch ke pareshan hoon ki meri tulsi aur parvati kya kar rahe hain. bartan maanj rahe hain ya kapde dho rahe hain. wen can i see thm again? those jewellery tht thy wear while goin to sleep. those suddenly planned weddin celebrations an 125 yr old baa. O meri baa.!!!! wen can i agin c a gal marryin 3 guys an likin all her bro-in-laws after 3 marriages. che I miss thm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Its almost 3.gotta sleep now . Thanx so much non-eating friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7612642484240738415?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7612642484240738415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7612642484240738415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7612642484240738415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7612642484240738415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5072504457547415431</id><published>2008-12-04T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirthDay Praja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/STbISVS0UoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uJuydrlyorI/s1600-h/Chocolate_Birthday_Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275624230790386306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/STbISVS0UoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uJuydrlyorI/s320/Chocolate_Birthday_Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Happy Birthday PrajaDevi.H. I pray from the bottom of my heart tht, all ur wishes come true this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;magale, yemme vays aaythu eegladhru solpa nanna nodi kali. nimmajji. solpa nadhru budhi baratha nodthini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this year, u get too many missed calls from guys whom u know an frm guys whom u dont. I hope cute guys sit beside u wenevr ur travellin to ur home town. ( or may be daily wen u go to TI ). I hope u treat me with loads of ebony an ivory this year. I hope u get into the habit of sleepin late in the nite so tht I can enjoy speakin to u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a gr8 year ahead. Have loads of fun with ur BITS friends an chaitanya. Hope u get to spend more time with ur sis . Hope I get to spend more time with u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was thr in the PG to join the celebrations an to munch on the cake. I could hear the celebrations behind wen I called. I wish .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hav a wonderful an chirpy life ahead. 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I mean I had never imagined tht these terrorist guys had the damn guts to jus go in a vehicle an start shootin common ppl. But this was all possible coz the lack of police power &amp;amp; common sense. Doesn Taj Hotel hav enough security for its high profile guests? It was even said tht the attack was so very well planned tht thy came out with the attack simultaneously--one in Taj an the other in the Oberoi. Thy were seen in a vehicle tht looked like our police jeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These terrorists r the sole reason 4 the hazards all over the world, I understand. but the country thts givin shelter an even givin platform 4 these terrorists to grow r to be equally blamed. V all knw which neighbouring country nurtures these terrorists, thn Y cant India jus devastate their plans by destroyin their roots. the terrorist trainin an all the info regardin tht is avaliable on the net. Wen a common man has access to it then y cant the govt. just do somethin abt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk abt our very own Raj Thackery long ago but dint get the right chance. Now during these blasts, does tht man hav the guts to come out an say- " all the non-maharashtrians ,plz dnt help us during this crisis time. I need no south indian doctors or the north indian guys helpin us out. Plz get out of the state. no single non marathi cop should help in nabbing the terrorists. Even if thy do, the terrorist must be sent back to his base camp and as a punishment the cop must be given life imprisonment."I am sure tht during this crisis time he would hav ran away to a safer an a more secure place--somewhr in North India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8745827203181799823?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8745827203181799823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8745827203181799823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8745827203181799823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8745827203181799823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-pinned-again.html' title='Mumbai Pinned again'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7655390176579764281</id><published>2008-11-14T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Again me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chalo here goes another tag.....  I have nothing else to write abt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is ur Oldest memories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days tht I spent in Bombay.The beautiful summers which I spent playing with gals...skating,Mad game,Lagori,.... The nights tht I spent with my friends watching stars an trying to figure out the constellation. The days My friends an I started giving wrong calls to god knws who!!! I also remember my days in my 1st school.My HM was a terror. Sagari Miss.Kids used to wet their pants. Wenever she used to come to the park with her son v all used to run away.She was a Hitler I tell u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What were u doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 years ago I was in my 6th Std. This was a turning point in my life.I was changing frm a good ol'gal to a REBEL.My friends an I had decided tht frm thn on...no wearing frocks like kids,wear watch in the right hand (V still follow it),turn into a rebel at home. I learnt wat ego is an all the foul language. all the 4 letter words. I watched my 1st movie in the theatre. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today am a young workin lady. I am writin this frm my office. nobody is around. I stay with my friends. Havin a nice time in the pg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Tomo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomo am planning to go to Mys.1 of the last few stay in namma Mys. lots of stuff to do. I need to give my pep 4 service an treat quite a few friends an blh blah blah.Watch TV.wash clothes blh blah blah14 years frm now?Hmmm i'll not be working.thts 100% sure.May be i'll be doin the household chores...cooking,cleaning.Naah.I'll not be doin tht too.May i'll jus be lazin around.watchin tv an movies.I wld've grown fatter.I might hav stopped blogging. I am sure tht I would have done something in photography.but I hope am alive after 14 long yeras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If u build a time capsule wat would it contain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would contain books, my laptop, my mom,loads of money,loads of food an cute litte kitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7655390176579764281?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7655390176579764281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7655390176579764281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7655390176579764281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7655390176579764281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/again-me.html' title='Again me'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8976281140029078252</id><published>2008-11-12T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is me.</title><content type='html'>I am : sweet and stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think : a lot and that is the sole reason of my silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know : that I am SHILPA THE GR8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want : a house full of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have : a sweet mom who is ready to anythin 4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SRsRkVEGR_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wDib5IE6nVE/s1600-h/care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SRsRkVEGR_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wDib5IE6nVE/s400/care.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823504967223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish : I dont have to get up early an take bath.(as if I do tht daily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate : ppl who keep cribbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss : My college and college friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear : butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear : myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell : my mom's yummy dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave : for chocolate pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search : 4 a soulmate an a cool best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder : Am I smart or am I smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret : having completed 22 years of life so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love : Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache : for good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not : so borin in my previous janma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not : the kinda person u think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry : when no1's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe : Indian corruption can never down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance : only in my nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing : jus like tht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read : blogs.(only interesting blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont always : keep my bed dirty. its worse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight : only with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write : watever I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win : arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never : wanna take bath daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always : think think think an sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse : my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen : to myself.(actually everybody listens to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found : sleeping or eating or pulling somebody's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of : losing friends, butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need : a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy : when am sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine : a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8976281140029078252?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8976281140029078252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8976281140029078252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8976281140029078252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8976281140029078252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-me.html' title='This is me.'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SRsRkVEGR_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wDib5IE6nVE/s72-c/care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1191052161317754059</id><published>2008-11-12T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Friends.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/secrets.gif" alt="Best Friends" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics" target="_blank"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspacelayouts" target="_blank"&gt;Myspace layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.2NXC/bHQ9MTIyNjQzMTc4ODgxMiZwdD*xMjI2NDMxODMwNDUzJnA9MzkwMSZkPWdyYXBoaWNzJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD1iZXN*K2ZyaWVuZHMmbz*zYjNlYmQ2YmU4ZTA*YWMwOTk2YzkxNWFkMGVjMjljNg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1191052161317754059?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1191052161317754059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1191052161317754059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1191052161317754059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1191052161317754059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-friends.html' title='I Miss My Friends.... '/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2280559585578788686</id><published>2008-10-31T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shubhada's marriage contract</title><content type='html'>This post is for Shubhada an Shubhada alone. She got a wierd an a scary thought  abt her place of stay after marriage.Now tell me how many of us hav thought abt it?I guess only Shu has.&lt;br /&gt;These r the conditions tht U need to mention in ur marriage contract Shu--&lt;br /&gt;In this contract me refers to Shubhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Place of accomodation will be chosen by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; A maid an a cook r a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; A car with a driver is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In laws should never enter the house without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Mom-in-law MUST come to take care of chintu,mintu an wat not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In case the husband decides to break-up a Compensation equal to his salary must be provided every month on or before the 1st of every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Even after the break-up the car an the driver must be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; mom-in-law must continue to come an take care of chintu, mintu an wat not even after the break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Gifts in the form of gold everyweek is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My parents can come anytime thy wish to esp my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; When the cook or the maid takes a leave either the husband or the mom-in-law must replace thm(before an after the break-up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now this is it. U can revise the contract Shubhada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2280559585578788686?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2280559585578788686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2280559585578788686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2280559585578788686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2280559585578788686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/shubhada-marriage-contract.html' title='Shubhada&amp;#39;s marriage contract'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3460197754232893198</id><published>2008-10-31T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.024+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>Man Wat a diwali I had!!!!The words Pathetic &amp;amp; unfortunate can describe my Diwali the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not fire crackers which I normally do. I did not eat any sweets as I was in bangalore in my BEST PG. I did not wish any of my friends or relatives (except for the ones who wished me). I did not hav the feast on the diwali night an the imp thing bein I was alone in my room lookin at the colourful sky an thinkin abt all those diwali days in bombay with Sindhu an others an the Diwali in mysore with Sumanth , Manasa. Those were some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to think tht it'll be fun wen I have money an I can do watevr shit I wanna do.  I have started earning now but  fun is lost. I hate goin to Pizza Hut now. Back in coll v used to die to go to Pizza Hut an wait for the right moment wen all of us had enougf money to fill our stomach. Hey guys do u remember the GOLKA tht v had. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin back to my Diwali celebrations. Tht evening I was with my dad searchin 4 a house tht would match my goddamn MYS house by 50%. I walked an walked in every street jus to realize tht I was probably 1 of the unfortunate ones who was not celebratin Diwali. Every Kid in the block was enjoyin with friends an family.Even the street dogs seemed to be havin the time of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for a good house ended at 7.30 after a heated argument with dad abt a house. Came back to my den whr I was alone. Everybody were in their native hoggin on sweets an havin a blast. The whole PG seemed to be empty except for 2 or 3 gals. I went out to stare at the beautiful sky. It was amazin. A kid was tryin to burst a bijli but vehicles an dogs were preventin him. an thr was this gal who lit a rocket an It directly went into somebody's house an her 2nd rocket in some lady's sari.Hehehee. My eyes were wet an before I could do anythingI could feel the moisture on my cheeks too. Each drop trickeled down without my realization.&lt;br /&gt;It was thn I realized tht my mom would be at lightin diyas all alone. She would be watchin all the other kids enjoy. I thn had 4 apples(feast) an I slept. but the sound of the crackers an the laughter were still hauntin my ears.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DIWALI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3460197754232893198?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3460197754232893198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3460197754232893198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3460197754232893198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3460197754232893198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1504551984336618916</id><published>2008-10-28T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a few more doubts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Now imagine this, Aishwarya Rai , Abhishek Bachchan , Amitabh Bachchan an Jaya Bachchan r watchin kyunki saans bhi kabhi bahu thi(dnt ask me y!!) an thn duirng the commercials, a song featuring Aishwarya an Vivek Oberoi pops up. how does the Bachchan parivar react to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Aishwarya curses her fate an enters the dreamland with vivek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Abhishek curses his fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Amitabh says Aishwarya looked better with Salman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Jaya says Abhishek looked good with anybody other than Aishwarya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Y r all my friends (old an new) dumb? frankly speakin , I am tired of this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Y does Praja wanna always drink IBM water. I guess wat she needs is Kaveri water if I consider her geography an history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Y r Anju an Vaishu so much like sindhu? an Y doesn Sindhu gimme a call??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Y is it tht My house painter has done his B.A an Our leaders 2nd Std.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Y am I Bloggin wen I hav work to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1504551984336618916?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1504551984336618916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1504551984336618916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1504551984336618916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1504551984336618916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-few-more-doubts-now-imagine-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6748973283570601099</id><published>2008-10-16T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am right now confused. So plz dnt mind this meaningless writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen I find everythin goin right in my life, somethin always goes wrong and turns the table. I am left with such meaningless an confusin thoughts. It always makes me think tht -- was I destined to do this? am I jus another gal doin the same ol'work.this thought always haunts me. "Y am I doin wat I am doin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V all make compromises on everythin -- our career,our life, our relationships... but cant thisbe avoided an cant things be easy. Cant 2 ppl like each other an stay together without any cribbin an lead a happy life .fight fight fight .thy make their life complicated as well as the ppl close to them. be it friends or siblings or husband an wife. Thy r so much engrossed in givin trouble to each other an hurt each other tht thy forget abt their own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always happened to me -- ppl whom I like r always tryin to go away an ppl whom I dnt like try to be sweet to me. I am so wrong at judgin a person. I am right now not able to come to a conclusion abt who is the right person -- the 1 who is sweet to me or the 1 I want to be sweet to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6748973283570601099?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6748973283570601099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6748973283570601099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6748973283570601099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6748973283570601099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-right-now-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8162085470554404953</id><published>2008-10-06T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I hate advices</title><content type='html'>Now I guess many of us have been through this phase of gatherin advices (wanted an unwanted) from ppl. v even get bitti advise from ppl who r no way related wat v r speakin. like aunties advisin on which company to go for...I hav had my share of advices frm Tom, Dick an Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought my friends were the bufoons in my life but no My dads friends are also hav their share of bufoonism in my life. My dads close friend Mr. Uncle always has an opinion abt everythin --be it osama or vegetables .. communism or shlokas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in 2000 (I feel like am 50 years old now..thu). lemme change the sentence&lt;br /&gt;Wen I was in my 10th std( I was young thn)...I was a good gal. Mr. Uncle told me " Shilpa this is an imp phase in ur life.if u score well in 10th ur life will be set. u dont hav to work hard later in ur life. my sons r well settled now  so it all depends on ur 10th marks.work hard" Avr hellidh nodudhre as if 10th nalli 95% thagudhre infi navru thambula sahitha kelsa kodthare ankonde. I believed him an worked hard. but mannu who wants 10th marks. I remember my 10th marks jus for my kannada marks. nothin else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in my 12th( I was young thn too..) the same Mr.Uncle comes an says "Shilpa 2 PU is like it decides ur life ur career, ur path . If u score well here thn u can get it into a gud coll an once u get into a good coll u'll automatically get a job".yen idea.huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In BE( full aged..) Uncle says "work hard for 4 years an stay peaceful 4 40 years. get into a good company an life is set."Adh yavaga mugyatho nan life nalli yella imp phases.  Now am in a good company.I dont think my life is set. evn now I am workin hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now jus guess wat said yday"Shilpa thr r a lot of wolves ready to attack u in bangalore .Be careful. "Man wat a dialogue.as usual i dint understand. wat he meant by wolves were guys eligible 4 marriage. He even said" Shilpa choose the right guy. coz thts very imp. Wolves r ready to catch u". blah blah blah but 1 gud thing is he compares guys to wolves.I wld hav been happy if he compared guys to somethin worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting 4 the next big advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8162085470554404953?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8162085470554404953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8162085470554404953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8162085470554404953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8162085470554404953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-advices.html' title='I hate advices'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4255115869816172762</id><published>2008-10-02T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hav a few doubts. Plz answer if u can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Y is my PG named the "BEST PG"?? (not answerable by any1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Wat does handsfree mean?? The web definition is&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Handsfree is an adjective describing equipment that can be used without the use of hands" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now for all the mobiles v get 2 kinda hands free. 1 that is with bluetooth an the 1 tht most of us hav--the wired handfree. I have seen this a zillion times tht ppl (esp gals) use the wired handsfree an thn place the mouth piece of the hands free near their mouth with their hands an speak. now wats the damn use of the hands free, ur hands r not anyways free. sumne direct aagi phone nalle mathad bahudhu. Y nataka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Wat will the state of bangalore be wen Tata Nano releases. Will thr be enough fresh air in bangalor eto breathe. will thr be a breathin area in bangalore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; who made it a rule tht v need to take bath after v get up?? y not sometime after lunch or in the even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; y are all the 87 year born so irresponsible ?? (than me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; y do v hav to ask permission 4 everything? Y r v scolded 4 everythin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4255115869816172762?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4255115869816172762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4255115869816172762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4255115869816172762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4255115869816172762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hav-few-doubts.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1097268688301171143</id><published>2008-10-02T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is 2nd of Oct. Some ppl see it as a holiday an quite a few knw this as Gandhiji's birthday.but how many of us knw tht today is LAL BAHADUR SHASTRY's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think any newspaper or the media has done anything to remind us of this gr8 man who has done so much for ur agricultural sector.&lt;br /&gt; The TV channels never fail to talk abt Rahul Mahajan and Monica Bedi an Payal's triangle love story in big boss. Nor do they fail to talk abt the fight b/w Salman Khan an Sharukh Khan. Nor do thy fail to talk abt Rakhi Sawant an her useless Boyfriend.Are these ppl more imp than Lal Bahadur Shastry. Y wasnt thr a single advt in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other gr8 leaders are remembered on their birthdays. I dnt deny tht "thy did good for our country" but was it better than a freedom fighter who gave "JAI JAWAN JAI KISAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it a shame on our part tht v give importance to cricketers and filmstarts . V knw the birthdays of cricketers an filmstars. The media is always aware of the birthdays of all useless ppl who hav done nothin to make us proud but the media is not aware of Lal Bahadur's birthday. Media also knws whr abhishek an aishwarya Rai went on their honeymoon -- how did thy celebrate their anniversary. Is this wat our media is supposed to be doin?? Shameless.Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1097268688301171143?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1097268688301171143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1097268688301171143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1097268688301171143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1097268688301171143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-2nd-of-oct.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Days'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2452416510101122025</id><published>2008-09-19T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Life...New People</title><content type='html'>This life is really monotonous. Each day I am waiting for the weekend to come. an wen it really comes I crib for having to go back to mys. The 3 hr journey in the bus on Mon an Fri -- the same old pg -- the same old food --yuk. Come to office an start studying??? instead of making us study again after our coll. thy can just extend our coll curriculum 4 1 more year an say that "guys study this this an this. this is imp 4 our company". at least v could enjoy our coll life 4 1 more year. I hate studying here. that too a soft copy. i get so distracted. I used to hate the dabba game minesweeper. but that is an imp source of entertainment in my life right now. This jjob life really sucks. I mean get up early an take bath immediately (else no hot water) ,get ready an carry our moote an chale chalo to a place whr ppl hav come frm pluto an neptune. adheno obhru maathadalla, yellru vaysaadhavru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good point being I did manage to make a few good friends here in office as well as in pg. In office I can call my friends jokers. thy r all so diff yet thy make my 1 hr happy an gay. The guys I hang around with here are -- "Mr. SRK",Janni,Mr Mtech an sometimes a Rajasthani guy.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Mr Mtech is intelligent an a man of few words but jumps in at the right moment with the right words. Janni an Mr SRK r the kinda guys I hav seen in movies. I never knew,until I met them tht such guys exist on earth. "baay bittre hudgir vishya". The moment thy c a gal thy stop breathin. an thy cant digest a morsel until thy hav stared at a gal (esp janni... he is not here right now.hes in a diff office.but v do remember him daily--wenevr v c a beautiful gal). thy had evn gone to the extent of speakin to a gal who was a stranger an how do u think thy started the conversation--Mr SRK saw her tag an gotto knw tht she was workin in Sony an thn he went an asked "u work in Sony right". Our janni was standin beside me wen SRK was busy speakin to Sony gal.The very next second I see tht Janni is thr with tht gal an wat does he ask "Did u do ur internship in mindtree???" V dint c tht gal after tht incident. I have never seen such incidents in real life -- I mean guys tryin to openly impress a gal. Janni also had high ambitions (not in work). he had pataofied 3 rajasthani gals. I dono wat was so special abt thm but Janni daily wanted to meet those gals. But havin said so,thy r very ambitious in their life abt their career too. thy  hav predermined notion abt their future an i don think thy will compromise on tht.I can jus say tht thy r the perfect ppl to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot abt Janni's patents. He says he has patents 4 a few words like "kaage haarsodhu".I learnt all these new words in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mtech does not fall in this category. he is quiet. v both r always mesmerized coz of Janni an SRK. V both sometimes team up an tease these 2 guys but men r men -- U can rely on them. Most of the times it turns out tht I am the scape goat. These guys make my day better. an all the 3 r masters in "kaage haarsing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PG looks a BITS gals hostel.thr r 11 gals frm BITS goa an few frm Pilani. All of'em hav dual degrees.the combination of the dual degree is so complicated--instrumentation with a Bio Msc--Comp Sci an Bio. If I were given a chance I wouldn hav gone 4 a single degree--if an only if my parents had told me tht "shilpa take these 5 crores an enjoy ur life". I would hav stopped at U.K.G. I knw jus 3 gals thr .Ms.Bobby George, Ms CrushList an the other shares her name with the drama queen -- my fav drama queen--but the gal here is totally opp. She is in a high post but she is so full of warmth an kindness. She is super cool. She doesn throw unnecessary attitude--she is 1 of her kind.she is more thn perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin to Ms.Bobby George an Ms Crush List-- these 2 or rather all the BITS gals r always full of enthusiasm. always laughin an keepin the place alive. I miss my coll wen i c them stayin together an havin fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watevr follws now is not a fiction an is a real story which was witnessed by Ms.CrushList an other gal called Nandu.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Bobby George is a sweetheart. A guy fell for her an dumped his gal friend 4 her.an wen she heard this,she was so thrilled tht she crossed the road without thinkin twice.again filmi-- like 1 of those tamil heroines.Later she realized tht she was not in TamilNadu but in namma "BENGALOORU" an she jumped on the footpath to save herself .Our Hero came into the rescue an caught her an saved her life.He dropped her till our PG. an it was seen tht Ms.Bobby George was restin on him an the rest is history. but now she says she needs to go the doc coz she complains of diziness an feels pukish now an thn. I wonder wat the trouble could be.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat again this is not a fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.CrushList is always vibrant an has a real long crushlist goinher way.her list spans over companies. I mean HER GUYS work in all big companies--mercedes, netapps....Nice going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such ppl around, I'll be wrong if I say things r dull an borin but things r monotonous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2452416510101122025?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2452416510101122025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2452416510101122025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2452416510101122025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2452416510101122025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-lifenew-people.html' title='New Life...New People'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6694618729486722373</id><published>2008-09-16T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father is the HEAD of the family.Father earns and Mother cooks an takes care of the damn family. Who the shit made these rules? Whoevr made it was a male 4 sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men actually hav nothin in their heads. Seriously. Thy r fit 4 nothin. (i dnt regret saying this). Men especially over 40 years of age r demons. I hav seen  men over 40 woo gals on the road, in the train an bus. Shameless creatures. They think they can do anythin an get away without trouble as%$^&amp;amp;es. I wonder whether thy were born to a single set of parents. I am  sure their family is full of sl*&amp;amp;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not jus aged men evn teenagers jus loaf around an stare at each an every gal while his mom or sis is out sloggin amidst men of his character. I guess such men should be slaughterd to death. Bloody hell who gave thm the superiority in life????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pierecin a hot pin into their eyes wen thy cant respect a person walkin on the road. an frm birth v r taught tht "come wat may-- dnt rebel an fight on the roads.avr yenadhru maadli jus ignore them." avn moothige ignore bere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part bein such  guys look so much like s*&amp;amp;t tht u feel like burnin their face an their ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6694618729486722373?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6694618729486722373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6694618729486722373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6694618729486722373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6694618729486722373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/father-is-head-of-family.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6266576651860760405</id><published>2008-09-04T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the office an workin on somethin always reminds me of my friends-- shwetha, shubhada,shruthi, shambu, rachana...... an finally SK (my lecturer). v gals had so much fun in all the labs. v did nothin but copy paste an thn start gossippin abt THEM. an now the status bein all of us r workin --workin hard without the help of copy paste . i dnt think i'll be wrong if i say that v hav never sat in 1 place 4 such a long time-- without msgin -- without gossipin. but yes i do take breaks an catch up with my friends -- but again i hav never been so quiet in my life. nothin in my life can replace the fun tht i used hav in the labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing tht always comes to my mind is "wat ma?? y r u restless ma?? wat r u doin thr shilpa??" i miss SK's dialogues. i always wanted to tell her tht i was an innocent victim of all the criminal activities undertaken by SHWETHA an SHUBHADA. thy an their childish activities. i wonder how thy'll manage to sit an work at a place coz thr'll be no SK hereafter an no SHILPA THE GR8 to save thm. I wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it networks lab or CG or DBMS v hav done nothing. the projects were like super cool. v hav struggled with our projects till the very last minute.(dnt take it positively -- v dint knw wt v were doin--tht took us most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this question in my mind ki whether studyin more or concentratin more in the class or in the lab would hav helped us ?or "yen maadudhru udhara aagdhiro party na navu??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6266576651860760405?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6266576651860760405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6266576651860760405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6266576651860760405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6266576651860760405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7515056232866500934</id><published>2008-08-19T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WAT THE FFFF?</title><content type='html'>I am in a training room right now learning abt things tht go over an above my dumb head.i'll make sure my chilren dnt hav to go thru all these things. but i hav to. thts the call. i am attending this training with heavy heads tht hav exp of ovr 4 yrs.thy use these 3 letter acronyms thts way beyond my understandin.not jus the acronys their lingo an their "maathu kathe". an am the youngest 1 out here-- really young. i guess this is the 1st time tht am the youngest 1 in a lot. be it family or coll or friends i hav been the eldest an the SUPERIOR(wink -- thr r no emoticons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly understand chota darsheel in taare zameen par now. i can see all the servers an the nodes an the cells over my head but my only wish bein-- i want 1 of the servers to fly an hit each 1 of the heavy heads sitting with me. thy look so serious an i dono "do thy hav a life beyond work?? beyond their heavy heads?? beyond their attitude???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be 1 among thm eventually?? will my friends be 1 aming them a few years down the line. right now i feel pathetic abt this training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7515056232866500934?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7515056232866500934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7515056232866500934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7515056232866500934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7515056232866500934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/wat-ffff.html' title='WAT THE FFFF?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-980688283244725608</id><published>2008-08-19T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>it was a long time since she liked a guy an this time she liked some1 whom she had thought, would never be her choice. she thought she liked him alright!! but did he was the question an the icing on the cake bein -- whether SHE liked him or not.  was this all jus friendship or a bit more than tht. she dint know whr to draw the line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He an his thoughts always made her go glee. HE sometimes flirted in a way tht made things obvious but havin said so thr were times wen she thought tht she was jus another friend of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE occasionally said"I have done THIS 4 u. will u come 4 a lunch an how abt a movie???" SHE was always happy wen she heard these sweet words flow out of his mouth but the catch bein HE wasn the same sweet guy all the time.This always disturbed HER.this raised a question in HER heart -- did HE or did HE not?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE always dreamt of a guy who was romantic an sweet. a guy who thought SHE was his best friend --who would pour his heart out. who would be thr 4 her. but the irony here bein HE possessed none of these qualities. SHE never knew wat HE was thinkin an wat were his feelings. HE never was open abt the happenings an not happenings in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE told him abt her fright an delight but in vain. NO RESPONSE. now wat say does SHE like him an is her ask 4 a romantic side of him a little too much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sometimes becomes necessary tht u open up ur heart an let others know how much thy r cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-980688283244725608?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/980688283244725608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=980688283244725608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/980688283244725608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/980688283244725608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1158454738924674379</id><published>2008-08-17T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BESTEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span target="_blank"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;span target="_blank"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     When I cry you help me out&lt;br /&gt;    When I'm happy you hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;    When I grin you know I'm really mad&lt;br /&gt;    because you are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;    You can tell when I'm sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;span target="_blank"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     You're there in thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;    You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;    You hear me out when I want to talk&lt;br /&gt;    You help me out when I get mad&lt;br /&gt;    You are the bestest friend I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;span target="_blank"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     So hear me out when I say&lt;br /&gt;    You're the light in my day&lt;br /&gt;    You are the moon in my night&lt;br /&gt;    You shine very bright&lt;br /&gt;    You are the bestest friend I have&lt;br /&gt;    and I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1158454738924674379?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1158454738924674379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1158454738924674379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1158454738924674379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1158454738924674379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/bestest-friend.html' title='BESTEST FRIEND'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8256225719202509250</id><published>2008-08-17T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.197+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how friends say forever,&lt;br /&gt;people never seem to stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to worry, told me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;you said we were best friends, it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here still pretending not to care,&lt;br /&gt;pretending I don't notice your never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a bond like we did was amazing,&lt;br /&gt;but you picked a boy over that, over me, just replacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me so bad you will never know,&lt;br /&gt;and the pain I keep inside I will never show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably see it if you just tried,&lt;br /&gt;and know how many nights I have cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry I'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who left all my friends behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8256225719202509250?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8256225719202509250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8256225719202509250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8256225719202509250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8256225719202509250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-how-friends-say-forever-people.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2633463186249838040</id><published>2008-08-16T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>confused!!!</title><content type='html'>Some days you seem so close&lt;br /&gt;like you stand right before me&lt;br /&gt;But then the next day you seem so far&lt;br /&gt;like each other we can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Each day is like a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;with my stomach turning upside down&lt;br /&gt;You stand there looking&lt;br /&gt;but yet you don't utter a sound,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confused and&lt;br /&gt;my heart is being torn at its seams&lt;br /&gt;And every night that I sleep&lt;br /&gt;you seem to linger in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I forget all my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And right then and there&lt;br /&gt;it's you that my heart has sought,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hope&lt;br /&gt;it turns into something bad&lt;br /&gt;So for right now I'll stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;And maybe things won't end up sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2633463186249838040?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2633463186249838040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2633463186249838040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2633463186249838040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2633463186249838040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/confused_16.html' title='confused!!!'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2766844451177893620</id><published>2008-08-06T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>ATTITUDE who gives us this attitude? wt gives us this attitude? i hav always noticed tht attitude always comes naturally to the person who least deserves it -- who r losers.&lt;br /&gt;i jus spoke to a lady who is supposed to be a senior project manager. damn tht lady was so simple an she made me feel at home. she was patient with my dumb queries. not once did she made me feel " sheesh i shouldn hav spoken to her at all ". loads of these so called " high funda IT guys" hav made me feel yuk an made me feel tht i cannot survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuck these IT guys, I mean my peers hav so much of unnecessary attitude in them. thy keep boastin abt things tht r irrelevant to us an them. an thy exaggerate it like " i just saw a mammoth today an it winked at me!!! i jus did somethin tht bill gates wld never b able to crack!!! i am workin harder thn my CEO!!!  blah blah blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kinda attitude hamper our relationships. at least it has hampered mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2766844451177893620?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2766844451177893620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2766844451177893620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2766844451177893620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2766844451177893620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1461506793194647995</id><published>2008-07-28T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>meri dhukh bhari kahaani</title><content type='html'>i always try to write abt somethin gud an sweet, but i always end up with SPLITSVILLA. but i hav decided am not writin abt those shameless a@@##$es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav never had such free time i mean am either sleepin or eatin or loafin with my friends or SWEEPIN my home sweet home. these r the things tht keep me goin. thr r some other things tht i did -- i went to madras. i did loads of shoppin. mom bought me new clothes. she thinks all my current dresses r indecent 4 WORK or should i say not worth a penny so she gave my beautiful old  clothes  away. damn.i begged her not to. but a mom is a mom. i guess u ppl will hav to c me next in 1 of those "GOOD" dresses an "GOOD" earrings. in short mom wants me to be a perfect gal. can u imagine me as "the PERFECT" gal.  nooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keepin my sad story aside, i'll go ahead. again my supermom forced me to join drvin classes. o god thts another circus 4 me. i don understand y ppl ride those cars wen bikes r so simple to ride. wenevr i need to apply brake i need to apply clutch thn brake thn go to 1st gear an by the time i do all these i am asked to remove the clutch an brake an accelerator an thn change gear.&lt;br /&gt;an changin tht damn gear is so much trouble -- decrease speed, apply clutch,change gear,remove clutch an increase the speed. wat the hell!!! i can do this job so easily in my pep which obviously doesn hav gears. am so happy abt the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instructor is always like " niv kayi ittkondirodhu sarigilla madam" "oota aaytha" nim kaal brake mel illa" "heegadhre hege?" "thindi aaytha" "naan hellidh yenu nimge, neev yen maadtha idhira?" "mundhe nodi  kay nodi kaal nodi yen yochne maadtha idhira??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom hasn scolded me so many times in the span of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else did i do in these hols??? watch gg5 a dozen times an SPLITSVILLA a million times wenevr my mom is in the kitchen or wen she is sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also caught up with my old pals. had a lot of fun chattin an gossipin with them. i mean v were speakin abt all our masthi an wt v felt abt the other person. i had the time of my life tht evenin.i dono abt others but i'll miss them 4 sure. thy r a gem of a character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1461506793194647995?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1461506793194647995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1461506793194647995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1461506793194647995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1461506793194647995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/meri-dhukh-bhari-kahaani.html' title='meri dhukh bhari kahaani'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7075744439055612536</id><published>2008-07-08T01:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys. i wanted to write abt my 1st day at work.(read my previous post b4 readin this). but i couldn coz it wasn as easy as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got dismissed the very 1st day. so right now no work. am actually under traini. am supposed to observe other gals-- how thy keep their house clean etc etc. imp thing bein -- i need to understand the theory of sweepin an wipin wen my mom is at work.gr8 na???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now am jobless. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7075744439055612536?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7075744439055612536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7075744439055612536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7075744439055612536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7075744439055612536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4985998269007339932</id><published>2008-07-05T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ALL EXCITED ABT MY NEW JOB</title><content type='html'>sorry guys   i couldn msg all of u tht i got a new job. i dnt hav balance left in my mob. i got a new job yday. hav already reported. am right now sittin in the office. it all happened suddenly. the pay is 1.5k pa.&lt;br /&gt;  i had been 4 shoppin 4 my new job. i was told to report with a brand new broom an a mop. i shopped a lot 4 it. damn. found a worthy clean mop. i hav started the work at my own place. u c "work at home". i plan to add new clients later.&lt;br /&gt;my mom says i can improve an i can get new clients. may be her own friends can be my clients someday. who knows i could even work 4 the railways an airport someday. u never knw wen u can come up in life. thn my workplace could also get shifted i mean i could go to WHITE HOUSE or somethin -- on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SG8OsOXdOGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HMCxf7T-x3Q/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SG8OsOXdOGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HMCxf7T-x3Q/s400/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219406646079207522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALREADY LUVIN MY NEW JOB AN THE WORKPLACE. I FEEL AT HOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4985998269007339932?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4985998269007339932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4985998269007339932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4985998269007339932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4985998269007339932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-excited-abt-my-new-job.html' title='ALL EXCITED ABT MY NEW JOB'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SG8OsOXdOGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HMCxf7T-x3Q/s72-c/DSC00701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7130447003394537749</id><published>2008-06-22T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ROADIES AN SPLITSVILLA</title><content type='html'>i hav watched all the 5 seasons of ROADIES. I hav almost watched all the episodes. i know some ppl dislike it an some evn hate it. my mom is the 1st in the hit list. but i hav fallen in luv with roadies. i knw sometimes its all made up an stuff but me an my addiction has gone beyond all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roadies -- wen it started was all abt doin the tasks an goin ahead. the game has changed now, its more of a drama an bitchiness an wat not. i get to hear all kinda gaali but hey in the form of a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadies 5.0 had the usual drama an beeps too. thr were a few specimens too. sonel, shambhavi nihal ashu -- actually all of 'em were a specimen of their own kind. shwetha an i were so into roadies tht v were always discussin abt nihaal an others. v were evn watchin the repeat telecast together jus to catch a glimpse of all the things tht v might hav missed. v watched the final episode together an v watched it in a sari. v watched it after the ethnic day at college. v dint even bother to change  coz v dint wanna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually waiting 4 the 6th season eagerly. but wat do i c??? the show tht has replaced roadies is SPLITSVILLA. I WAS IN SPLITS WEN I FIRST SAW IT. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 guys an 14  gals an thy r supposed to woo the guys.the gal whose the best in wooin the guys an seductin the guys an r liked by the guys win 5 lakhs. thy even boast abt the seduction tht the gals r supposed to indulge in. i was watchin it with my mom( my bad luck) wen i was watchin it 4 the 1st time. 1 of the guys says" mujhe ek achcha idea aaya.  v'll hit the pool". even i wld hav said "wat a wonderful idea" if if if an only if my mom was not watchin it with me. but damn i had to say "o sheesh how shameless !!" thr were gals with bikinis. my mom (who was quiet till thn) startin "wt the hell r u watchin??" I dint even hav the remote at tht time. my mom was like"nowadays gals r shameless dishum dishum dishum.... y is ur room dirty?? dishum dishum .... ur the most irresposible gal on the earth...!! " this is how the 1st show of SPLITSVILLA ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO JOKES APART. the gals r too bold to be doin things tht thy r doin. my mom scolded me 4 watchin it. how abt their moms????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7130447003394537749?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7130447003394537749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7130447003394537749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7130447003394537749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7130447003394537749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/roadies-splitsvilla.html' title='ROADIES AN SPLITSVILLA'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-951200713700309985</id><published>2008-06-20T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knw am irresponsible. but i don know y do i have to make others realize tht i am 1.  actually I AM THE ONLY 1 whose so irresponsible. I hope i don forget myself someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-951200713700309985?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/951200713700309985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=951200713700309985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/951200713700309985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/951200713700309985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-knw-am-irresponsible.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2074715653002537400</id><published>2008-06-17T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>itna paisa mein itnaich milenga</title><content type='html'>amitabh bhachan is bein paid like hell 4 his blog an so is aamir khan. i dono the exact amount of money the 2 r mintin.but i know the y thy blog -- jus to criticize sharukh khan the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not bein paid even a penny. atleast a comment once in a while? nah&lt;br /&gt;an on top of tht nobody visits my blog. i am the only on this earth who visits my damn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those celebrities r makin news an a fortune. an paapa me. kya yahi yeh zindagi ki kadvi sach? nobody to recognize real talent of a YOUNG gal. kudos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2074715653002537400?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2074715653002537400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2074715653002537400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2074715653002537400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2074715653002537400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/itna-paisa-mein-itnaich-milenga.html' title='itna paisa mein itnaich milenga'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-375111324546843474</id><published>2008-06-14T19:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting 4 a msg from "SOMEBODY" is a totally diff feelin altogether.  wink (thrs no smiley here). damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-375111324546843474?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/375111324546843474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=375111324546843474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/375111324546843474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/375111324546843474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-4-msg-from-somebody-is-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7802318535280272568</id><published>2008-05-07T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am possessive so wat??? i cant help but be possessive. i can be possessive to any extent -- i can be possessive abt some stuff tht belongs to me or some person who i think should be mine an only mine. i dont c anythin wrong in bein possessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My friend said" water in our  palm symbolizes love. As long as you keep your hand gently open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love. They try to posses, own, demand, and expect… and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but wat the hell i cant keep it open coz thr r ppl who'll take away the water frm me an leave me empty handed. i dont wanna be empty handed. so i believe in possessing love. not allowin other thirsty fellas to quench their thirst with even a single drop of water frm my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7802318535280272568?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7802318535280272568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7802318535280272568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7802318535280272568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7802318535280272568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-possessive-so-wat-i-cant-help-but.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6417325578096076772</id><published>2008-04-30T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been more than 24&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SBjCHzW59qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Iob1x1ZEfYw/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SBjCHzW59qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Iob1x1ZEfYw/s320/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195115609473021602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hrs since i left IBM. I was glad tht i finished my internship.no more tension. no more hectic schedule. no more sleepless nights. no more strain. but what the heck am missin it now. i miss the 2km walk with the luggage. i miss the contractor badge. i miss the food court that had tons of food but nothin 4 me. i miss adarsh's train colleagues. i miss the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to leave bangalore at around 4.30 but i started to get outta the place at 3. coz i couldn sit with this sinkin feelin. i had a tough time biddin goodbye to every1. i have spoken to some of them only 4 a day. an i used to speak to my mentor 4 a few min, once in 3 weeks. but i couldn bid bye to'em. i had this chokin feelin while sayin bye an i knew them since 3 an a half months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the 1st day wen i was waitin 4 my manager in the lobby 4 around 2 an a half hours doin nothin--startin at the flights tht were landin right in front of me. i can recall each an every detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this sinkin feelin wen i went out to return my badge. i thought i would hav to go thro a long procedure before returni&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SBjCIjW59rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H1BUdURIBX4/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SBjCIjW59rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H1BUdURIBX4/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195115622357923506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng the badge. When i went an gave the badge to them thy said " THATS IT!! THANX SHILPA!!". i knew i was goin to miss somethin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6417325578096076772?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6417325578096076772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6417325578096076772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6417325578096076772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6417325578096076772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-more-than-24-hrs-since-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/SBjCHzW59qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Iob1x1ZEfYw/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1247008048785005364</id><published>2008-04-29T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOOD ALL OVER</title><content type='html'>My friend said my blog was borin an another said she laughed like hell while readin it.damn what an irony. both of'em r gals so i can understand the irony an the cofusion. whr thr r gals thrs confusion, commotion ,lotta unnecessary stuffs an ofcourse the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin back to wat my friend said...i thought i'll write somethin tht she likes. the only thing tht she likes is FOOD. i hav started hatin food frm the day i was told u r growin fat.damn. lotta ppl said i was growin fat. I was shell shocked wen my friend asked me tell him "HOW TO GROW FAT???" kudos. he thinks am an expert in growin fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don mind givin the free advice to all u guys who wanna grow fat. Here is the secret of growin fat-- skip ur breakfast, hav sandwich 4 ur lunch. thn at 4 hav a samosa an a blackforest cake. thn 4 dinner hav a burger an a float. this is for 2 days - mon an tue--before an after sleep.&lt;br /&gt;for the remainin days--get up at 10-again skip ur breakfast hav lunch at 1- take a nap from 2 to 5 - thn go to RAGHAVENDRA BAKERY near apollo hospital get a samosa/aloo bun an a nice choc pastry-munch it--dinner is ur wish i mean heavy or lite but strictly hav it at 11p.m. thn go to sleep at 12. IMPORTANT NOTE--PLZ PLZ NEVER EXERCISE OR DO ANY SORTA WORK. an tada ur fat in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of help from myside--my friends an i hav visited a lotta hotels an restaurants. i'll recall an list some of'em. here it goes--my fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ICE BERG---best place. i luv the sandwich thr.it costs 35/-. an thn the american choupsey an lemon tea. awesome. i luv the   icecream tht comes with a cake. i forgot the name of the icecream. best place to grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.RAGHAVENDRA BAKERY--wat choc pastry mwah. an honey cake. u get nice samosa an stuff.again best place to grow fat. but the  chats r not tht good. bhel piri is like chithra-anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.SHANTI SAGAR-- with the new management it looks good. the juices r wonderful especially mango with vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.PLANET-X-- The best food. Its worth the money. halladh VAT is over 60/- most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.JEWEL ROCK-- Prices r not very high but the food is not too good either an the ambience is really bad. again dumb vat comes in into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.MYLAARY-- i luv the dasa an the chatni thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.PAI VISTA-- AWESOME ambience but soarin rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.MANE or KUTEERA-- I hav been thr for 5 times now. an i hav had the same thing to eat an i made mom eat the same.-NEER DOSA AN MUGHALAI BIRYANI. BILL -90/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.CORNER HOUSE-- nice ice creams--costly but the quantity thy give is too much 4 a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CUBBS -- bari loot. nothin special except the high rates. the pastries r very costly an the 1 i took was yuk. an it costs 60/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.KHANA KHAZANA--my 2nd home. i always go thr wen moms out of station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.RASOI--it was good 4 the 1st 2 or 3 times but wen v started goin thr again an again i felt yuk. a good place though.   normal rates but icecreams r not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.BHATTA- I personally don like it. bad ambience an bad food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.AGARWAL CHAT-- i don go thr often but my friends r always thr. ok ok chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.MUMBAI DHOOM-- i luved it the 1st 3 times. but evn now i like it. mumbai dhoom special pani poori is too gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.COFFEE DAY-- dhud idhre hog suribek ashte. waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.AVTANA-- Watermelon juice is gud but otherwise normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.JWALA--good rotis an lassis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.PIZZA HUT--tasty pizzas an ginger bread. the masala lemonade is gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.DOMINOES--plate illa glass illa-kelludhre indian style anthe. CALZONE is awesome otherwise regular taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.VEG TOWN-- its not thr now.but good food 4 reasonable rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other places like saraswati bakery an nalpak an so on r good but tirin after a few visits.&lt;br /&gt;i luv the grape juice near balla circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the places i would advice u not to visit is DOLPHINS--coz wtevr u ask thy say its not thr.but the babycorn roll is awesome.i could taste it only once an from tht day wenever i ask him he says its not thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i hav started to get hungry.wat do u think i'll eat?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1247008048785005364?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1247008048785005364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1247008048785005364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1247008048785005364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1247008048785005364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-food-all-over.html' title='FOOD FOOD ALL OVER'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7900132652493013283</id><published>2008-04-01T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Irresponsible Or Am I Irresponsible?</title><content type='html'>U can never find a more IRRESONSIBLE gal. i mean irresposibility is written on my face. i am gifted with it coz not everybdy r irresponsible an bein irresposible is not a childs play--it needs a lotta guts. an i hav it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My mom has been been tryin hard to indulge some sense of resposibility in me. but all in vain.paapa. I was 5 yrs old wen i left my house unlocked to play outside. thr were a lotta burglers near my place. but to my luck nobody entered my house an wen mom saw wt i had done she punished me with a permanent mark on my hand. but tht dint make any responsible.&lt;br /&gt;nnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. navella asht bega change aagavr alla.never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thr hav been a lotta instances whr i hav been irresponsible.cant list the whole damn thing. i dnt even remember all of'em. lemme try to put all of it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I am such a bhulakhad tht i can even go to the extent of forgettin my coll bag. leavin keys in my gaadi,leavin helmet in the class r all daily issues 4 me. i evn get scoldings frm the watchman. thr was a time wen i used to get scoldin frm him at a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My room is a total mess.i cant find anythin tht i need without half an hours search. while my parents r very displined abt each an everythin. i mean thy knw whr their pen an pin r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I hav misplaced or u can say lost a lotta things. In school it used to lose chota mota things like pen pencil, box, sometimes water bottle an even notebooks. In coll its been 2 calcis, 1 jerkin,lotta pens(i knw my friends hav taken it--yella kallru).but wts surprisin is i find others pen an pencils in my bag. i had sneha an dhathris penpencil till last sem wen shwetha (any doubts abt which shwetha--correct guesses will recieve a gift frm shweta herself) stole it frm me an i think she broke it.but i still hav 1 penpencil with--red colour. yardhu antha gothilla an i hav no plans to return it in the near future.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Last sem i even lost my hall ticket but i eventually got after digestin a lotta scoldings frm sidhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My best irresposibility act till now has been lettin my gaadi key flow away in a river. thank god it got stuck at a place an i took but as far as i remember tht key was with shubhada an not me. now shes puttin the blame on me. kalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; All these acts of irresponsibilities hav made me a big liar. jus a koshish to get away frm my moms scoldings but i eventually end with more scoldings.some 4 my irresposibility an more 4 my lie. kya kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i've miplaced my moms umbrella-a 13 yr old umbrella. frm tht day i hav my separate umbrella,separate stapler,separate scissor,separate pens,separate .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I used to hav a separate walkman an player. the reason bein-- wenevr i used any electronic item at my place adhu kettogtha ithu. my parents blame me. wah nan yen maadli. not my mistake right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I almost forgot abt this incident. i lost my purse while goin to bangalore before i had bought the tickets an i had to get down near mysore at 5.30 a.m an walk back to the bus stand all alone an waited 4 my mom to come. wat a day an wat a stay it turned out to b????&lt;br /&gt;But is this irreposbility????I dnt think so. I call this 1st step of RESPONSIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATUTORY WARNING: wenevr u make the blunder of givin me somethin, make sure i return it at the earliest.if u dnt thn jus forget it.aashith,i found ur cd.will return it soon b4 i lose it again.pratyusha, ur dvd is safe. an yes ofcourse, sneha or dhathri, am not retunin ur pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FOOL'S DAY PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7900132652493013283?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7900132652493013283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7900132652493013283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7900132652493013283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7900132652493013283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-i-irresponsible-or-am-i.html' title='Am I Irresponsible Or Am I Irresponsible?'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7033008764088533140</id><published>2008-03-27T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Show Some Life Bangalore</title><content type='html'>Working in a company is like goin to a totally diff world. world full of complaicated words like-- ping me(tell me andhre yen kashta),post lunch session,lets sit tomo(allvargu ninthirlla).world full of courtesy(show off). world full of mystery. wenevr i go out 4 lunch i end up starin somebody not coz of the looks but coz the their weird attitude an wierd accessories. it reminds me of the mesmerized look on chak de! gals face wen thy 1st go to aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenevr i had guests at my place,the topic tht never failed to popup was tht --bangalore was bein captured by other state guys. i always used to argue tht everybdy has the right to go anywhr. i dint understand y were the non-kannadigas bein insulted so much by every tom dick an harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i stepped into bangalore,i got pissed off. everybdy speaks hindi.damn. thr r around 10-15 ppl sorroundin me  t the workplace. only 3 kannadigas. 1-malayalam. 2-tamil. 3-hindi. 1-marathi.2-telugu. the idiotic point here is y cant everybody converse in eng? the million dollar ques bein--y r the kannadigas speakin in hindi.thr is a group tht has 5-6&lt;br /&gt;kannadigas an 1 northie an evrybody speaks in hindi.yyyyy?its always majority wins right?thn y not speak in kannada an make the other person understand it or atleast speak in english.malayalis an tamil guys hav their own gang as usual. thy dnt mingle with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other scenario tht hit me was---the bus drivers an the conductors speak in all possible languages an reply in watever language the customers want .tamil beka tamil, hindi beka hindi thu. thts not at all fair. y r kannadigas bendin down or succumbin do such ppl. if thy start givin ans in kannada i guess those ppl might learn some basic words. the road side vendors, auto drivers evrybody speaks in hindi. i sometimes forget whr i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary those bus drivers an conductors get frustrated with non-kannadigas. thy shout at the top of their voice scoldin them.but again thy give thm ans in their mother tongue an not kannada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is, wenevr i visit the food court an ask in kannada 4 somethin--thy dnt understand. damn.thy ask in hindi.not evn the common lang english. y hindi??&lt;br /&gt;i guess hindi is the official software language in bangalore. anywhr u go inside these IT companies--ppl r goin vata vata vata in hindi or tamil or malayalam. nobody speaks kannada not even the contractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav even come across some ppl who say thy dnt know kannada an u ask them whr were thy born an brought up??? thy'll say bangalore. whr the hell is bangalore???? IN AFRICA.how is it possible tht thy did their scholling an stuff here an thy r unaware of the language.god help them. the other sect of ppl r those who knw kannada an r unhappy abt tht fact.thy throw a wierd accent.(maata maata).to hell with these ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not the case anywhr else. the reason bein--neither the state nor the ppl r bothered abt others.thy dnt succumb to others.thy dnt give up on anythin thts related to their state an their language. am not sayin tht v need to discriminate.but thrs a limit to everythin. v need to respect the place whr v r. an v need to respect wat the place has given to us.i keep sayin tht i struggled readin kannada but tht was jus to irritate my friends.nothin serous. i luv this place 4 wat it is an wat it has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;i hav nothin personal against non-kannadigas. my friends knw how much i luv tamil. all my realtives r thr. an my mother tongue bein telugu. i am a non-kannadiga but i luv the place an am proud the fact. i'll never speak in languages other than kannada or english with common ppl in karnataka--whoevr it is!!!(except relatives)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7033008764088533140?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7033008764088533140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7033008764088533140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7033008764088533140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7033008764088533140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/show-some-life-bangalore.html' title='Show Some Life Bangalore'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8703736227434682920</id><published>2008-03-20T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AUNTY GO BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>my MOM an I r farther apart than north an south poles in thinkin, likings an dislikings .the biggest difference b/w me an my mom is "SOCIALIZING". this is somethin tht i hav been tellin my mom. this quality of makin friends is somethin tht i inherited frm my dad.my mom is total oppositte. i.e she doesn like makin new friends. i pestered her to make new friends.now she has developed this new habit of makin friends.but u knw wt my problem is now.-- SHE HAS GOT TOO TOO MANY FRIENDS. those auties get on my nerves.nange avrna thadiyakke aagtha illa. i repent havin adviced her..damn those auties. wenevr am leavin my house some auntie is present. wenevr i come home diff aunties r thr. an wat the hell do all these aunties do. learn embroidery an jewellery makin for 0 cost--absolutely free.in short thy r exploitin work frm my mom. not all. but some of'em r like hitlers.damn.but some r really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;AUNTIES AUNTIES EVERYWHR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;atleast do thy come alone??? no, thy come with their mari makklu an some with mammakklu.god those kids r worse than the aunties. thy jus wanna enter my room. i myself dnt feel like enterin the room coz its so dirty nowadays. but those kids think my room is heaven an those devils r comfortable in removin dolls an stuffs frm my rack.i literally gotto run behind'em. i dnt think their mothers run behind'em so much. thy 1st enter my room an start pullin out stuffs.thn wen thy c my mob thy go after it.i hav to dive before thy reach the mob an stop them frm evn touchin my mob. ishtukke avrge samadhana agalla.thy dnt rest till thy c me breakin my head.&lt;br /&gt;thn enters those kids' grandmom--HITLER. thy wanna show off tht their grandson is the only 1 havin all the talent in this world.an the only way the kids r made to show their powers is by makin them sing "tinkle tinkle little star..."karma karma. i knw kids r cute but wen thy r told to sing tinkle tinkle 745 times a day thy look like ambrish puri.. (those nos remind me facebook--same torture). an kids r so dumb tht thy dnt sing wen thy r asked to.i feel so glad wen thy do tht.seriously."chinnu kaage yelli? kothi hengappa kuniyathe?chinnu fan thorsu. chinnu adh hellu. chinnu idh helu" i am like "chinnu nin ajjina bayi muchchakke helu".&lt;br /&gt;i donno wen'll my mom get back to her original habit of stayin silent an get rid of these HITLERS. AUNTY GO BACK :-( -- this GO BACK AUNTIE moment was started by a brave YOUNG gal at the TENDER age of JUUUUSSSST 22.an thts me. damn.huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8703736227434682920?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8703736227434682920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8703736227434682920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8703736227434682920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8703736227434682920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/aunty-go-back.html' title='AUNTY GO BACK!!!'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-5684008563545530256</id><published>2008-03-13T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I ME MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things tht scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. birds an butterflies&lt;br /&gt;2.airplanes&lt;br /&gt;3.the sight of water from heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 people who make me laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I&lt;br /&gt;2. me&lt;br /&gt;3. myself&lt;br /&gt;yes of course shubhada an shwetha r the next biggest jokers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.mom&lt;br /&gt;2.dads patience an ability to convince&lt;br /&gt;3.tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 things i hate (jus 3????? nah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.attitude--ppl with f**kin attitude. dnt show me ur damn attitude losers.&lt;br /&gt;2.guys who comb their hair properly an carry a handkerchief in their hand. (i dnt hate'em i get    irritated)&lt;br /&gt;3.politics-- i mean the politics tht sorrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;4.my neighbours&lt;br /&gt;5.gals of my age who r gettin married-- go get a life gals.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 most stupid things tht i hav done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.remove blow frm a guys cycle--in sadvidya&lt;br /&gt;2.window shop till 11 in the nite with no money&lt;br /&gt;3.write this blog at 2.00 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things i dnt understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.men&lt;br /&gt;2.men&lt;br /&gt;3.men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 things on my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now:&lt;br /&gt;1.good night&lt;br /&gt;2.pratyushs dvd&lt;br /&gt;3.screw--plz dnt b dumb engh to think its mine.plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things tht i am doin right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.tryin to fix my messenger&lt;br /&gt;2.playin with adobe&lt;br /&gt;3.eatin choc pastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things i wanna do before i die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.shift to an aged home in bombay&lt;br /&gt;2.wear some decent dresses --jus to fulfill my moms an my frenz wishes&lt;br /&gt;3.start my super company as planned with my PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 things u should listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.parents&lt;br /&gt;2.ur conscience&lt;br /&gt;3.me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3.things u should never do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.hurt parents&lt;br /&gt;2.never do things tht disturbs others&lt;br /&gt;3.never listen to my frenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 most fav movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ddlj&lt;br /&gt;2.chandramukhi pranasakhi&lt;br /&gt;3.provoked&lt;br /&gt;4.raincoat&lt;br /&gt;5.kadhulukku mariyadhai&lt;br /&gt;6.kadhal&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was readin some1 elses blog.so thot evn i shld make my own list. hope u found some of my likes an dislikes interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-5684008563545530256?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5684008563545530256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=5684008563545530256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5684008563545530256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/5684008563545530256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-me-myself.html' title='I ME MYSELF'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7801697023257163309</id><published>2008-03-06T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was goin on a walk with my old friend.v were speakin abt how things used to b wen v were together. she said things hav changed so much now.&lt;br /&gt;correct things hav changed today. am no longer a person i used to b wen i entered my graduation. i never used to hesitate in making new friends or speakin to some1.now thts not the case-- am happy sittin alone for even 8hrs at a stretch without speakin to some1. i no longer feel like conversing with any1 other than my handful of good friends--in the process losing hell-a-lotta friends an acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;socializin has now become "the most stupid thing to do" jobs. this change is somethin tht i would luv to revert. is this change bad or good? u never knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i went out 4 shoppin an v happened to buy some novels. i got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sweet valley university&lt;/span&gt; book. the book is not a bestseller but its quite a nice attempt to personify each 1 of us in the book. the book is abt a gal who is abt to start her coll life an has a bad coll life after she loses her boyfriend an her best friend coz thy consider her a sober . tht book reminded of all those books tht i used to read. all those chota mota books. my life has been so busy tht i had almost forgotten tht i luv readin books. those books hav been very imp in groomin me during my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those enid blyton books---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;famous five,secret seven, five findouters&lt;/span&gt;.the list jus goes on an on.i hav read so many of those. i was always consulted by my classmates on which book to read next.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nancy drew&lt;/span&gt; was the next step in reading. i always used to wonder--how does she know every damn thing.i mean swimmin, scuba divin,actin, flyin.kudos. i used to luv ned(her boy friend). i even tried out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hardy boys&lt;/span&gt;--but wasn a huge fan coz i dnt like action an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Agatha christie&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;/span&gt; were my next fascination. how can i forget those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mills and boon&lt;/span&gt; books---those charming heroes who managed to sweep the damsels off their feet within a blink.i then went on to read somethin tht i could relate to.something abt college an workin women an stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how cld i forget these books. how cld i forget the moments wen i used to read 1 book a day.how cld i forget discussing mills an boon books with my friends an how i used to keep those books outta moms reach.kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav resumed my readin habit again. thts something tht keeps me goin these days. i feel readin is better than unnecessarily socializin with friends an wasting our precious times in discussing abt things tht r no way concerned to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7801697023257163309?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7801697023257163309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7801697023257163309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7801697023257163309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7801697023257163309'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me my childhood. i shifted to bombay in my 2nd std. my mom was told tht bombay was not a safe place 4 gals. avr thale. but my life got difficult. i mean everythin was so diff an i was jus 7 yrs old.a new world, a new language, new ppl around,new lifestyle. i had to get up an wait 4 the school bus at 6 in the morn. god wen i think of those hardships--it makes me wonder how i managed to go to school-- i dnt mean the timings an the physical strain but goin into a world tht functioned in a totally diff manner.i had to learn hindi an marathi,make new friends,get accustomed to their style. man i had a great will.heheh.wtevr but my life was very peaceful.no trouble wtsoevr once i got accustomed. i mean i made some gr8 friends. things were much better then in all aspects.personal,friends everythin was goin right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell everyday is not sunday. things r so diff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comin back to my childhood--my bldng was gr8.it was called cigaretterwala bldng. super bldng. thr were more of south indians  in the bldng. so my mom dint bother to learn hindi.i hav to narrate this funny incident tht happened. my mom an her friend went 4 shoppin.both of'em r very bad in hindi.&lt;br /&gt;thy bought some stuff an went on to bargain.&lt;br /&gt;mom:kitna yeh?&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper:dhed rupya(1 an a half rupees)&lt;br /&gt;thy both misunderstood dhed rupya for "2 an a half"rupees. an went to bargain. thy wanted to buy it 4 1 an a half rupees--which was the price told by the shopkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;mom's friend:nahi dhai rupya(2 an a half rupees) dhonga&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper:nahi madam yeh dhed rupya ka hain&lt;br /&gt;mom:nahi dhai rupya lo.&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper:madam dhed dhed rupya&lt;br /&gt;mom: nahi&lt;br /&gt;thy both bought the thing 4 2 an a half rupees an proudly told it to others. kudos tht was the best bargain in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr were many such memorable incidents. cannot forget so many ppl in my bldng.mary aunty.hema didi.manoj -so many ppl. v had a gal gang of 8-10 members. even had those nasty gal fights.heheh.tht was some politics. some of us dnt speak even now.kudos.idiots. but v enjoyed every moment.during my last 2 years in bombay, thr were only 2 gals left in the bldng-me an my dumb friend. v both used to play cric with guys who were thrice our heights. v were bullied like hell.&lt;br /&gt; festivals used to b gr8 fun.holi an diwali an new year party. i had to dance in those ne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7hwiWyooJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b6ertstIuis/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7hwiWyooJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b6ertstIuis/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168004307943465106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w year parties.HAD  TO.&lt;br /&gt;those were some beautiful an peaceful days.even school life was cool.a gal gang of 5. v considered ourselves as "Famous Five". v had this wierd imagination tht thr was thief in the class an wrote down the happenings. an flirtin had jus begun--i mean during those friendship days an all tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am jus beginning  to wonder  "whr did the innocence go?" i wld luv to get back to those no tension days. or may b i wouldnt.who cares???? time doesn recede back. may b i'd say the same thing abt my coll life after a few years.u never knw!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1022818871139581051?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1022818871139581051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-109555863133270310</id><published>2008-02-13T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7Rs_myooGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HFB3Xy3NjZU/s1600-h/COLL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7Rs_myooGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HFB3Xy3NjZU/s400/COLL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166874512501284962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7Mtm2yooCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i5lEdnD6EOA/s1600-h/5798702911a6872193751l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7Mtm2yooCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i5lEdnD6EOA/s400/5798702911a6872193751l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166523343090262050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-109555863133270310?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/109555863133270310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=109555863133270310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/109555863133270310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/109555863133270310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='??????'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R7Rs_myooGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HFB3Xy3NjZU/s72-c/COLL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6315292043156517180</id><published>2008-01-23T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wat i am goin to tell u now is somthin tht happened in my 8th std wen i was in bombay. i knw some of u guys wld've raised ur eyebrows(yenagir bahudhu antha). idiots. this is abt a camp tht i had been to in 8th std. i think i was 14 then. my friends an i had planned in out 6th std tht v'll never wear frocks. coz v considered ourselves as grownup gals. but hell my friends out here in mysore act kiddish even now-21 varshadh yemmegalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was a very shy an quiet gal, which i am even now,never used to b a vata vata.one day our class teacher came in told us abt this trip. she said it was a 7 day trip to matheran,a hill station near Bombay. v were very exited.v were given a schedule sayin v'll b accommodated in a hi-fi cottage with super facilities an v'll b provided with squash every evenin. my friends forced me to come.(u c basically am a good gal.i dont like roamin around anywhr. its always my friends who spoil me.) after a lotta nautanki--a little less than rakhi sawant-- i finally agreed to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the journey was quite tedious. v 1st went in our school bus till the local railway station,then after travellin by train v hald to walk for abt 5-6 kms. then came our cottage. wow wat a cottage!!!!!! it was worse than a dormitory. v bein Seniors were given a separate room, which was smaller than my mane bathroom. an v were 6 of us.avni,shwetha,sonal,forgot who an shilpa the gr8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the moment v saw the cottage an the room v knew somethin was terribly wrong. but v thot lets cross the bridge wen it comes an eagerly waited 4 the time bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after a speech by one the incharge,finally the most awaited bomb arrived. thy said v were supposed to get up wen thy blow their whistle an v were supposed to assemble in the main hall. an wen did thy say thy'll blow their damn whistles???&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at 5 in the mornin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on the 1st mornin thy blew their dumb whistles an v,the seniors, dint bother to get up. but even gr8 leaders hav to bow down to hypocrats, so v decided to listen to those hypocrats an go to main hall. v brushed our beautiful teeth, changed into super jeans.u c v were careful in choosin clothes coz v were the seniors. v went to the main hall.nobody were there. v were told to go to some ground. wat do v c thr. all of'em were thr. v were asked to come to the middle of the ground an were asked to duck walk in front of everybody.thu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the 2nd day wen the whistles were blown v were the 1st to go out coz v dint even bother to brush our teeth. i dnt think v even took bath 4 7 days coz v had to get hot water from the kitchen.seniors yavathu kelsa madalla.huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;v were taught horse ridin,shootin an other such bhayankara stuff. v were even given a horse each, on the final day an told to go aroud matheran without the trainers help. i did manage to come backwithout gettin lost. some other stuff which v were asked to do was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---&gt;crossin commando bridge--v were supposed to walk on a rope which was 10ft above the ground with the help of another rope parallel to the 1st rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---&gt;river crossin--had to cross a river by crawlin on a rope tied 25ft above the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----&gt;trekkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----&gt;rock climbin--i had a tough time while rock climbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the best task was night walk. matheran is basically a forest with a few cottages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at around 6.30 v were taken through the forest to a suicide point. they told us that their booths still existed an stuff. v were even warned abt the snakes an panthers an other animals tht resided in matheran.by 8.30 v were shown the startin an the endin point of our walk. it was abt 100-150 meters. it was totally dark. some brave boys came ahead an went 4 the walk.thy came back cryin" maine adhivasi ko dekha maine adhivasi ko dekha". tht guy was supposed to b the cool dude of the school.huh. an the dumb gals started cryin by jus lookin at his tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i somehow managed to finish the nite walk successfully. durin the walk i was jus singin songs. god wt a scary walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thr were a lotta monkeys thr in the camp. it was jus like my present friends-dumb. wen v were havin our lunch it used to come to the plate an take away the chapatis. stupid monkeys kelludhre naane kodtha idhe--nan friendsge kodallva kelludhre--its a diff issue tht even thy snatch from my plates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;v were taken 4 a shoppin on the last evenin. an wt did v buy lays an choclates while others were busy buyin artistic works which was famous in matheran.but v the seniors bought lays an choc.huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all of us felt very bad to leave. v wanted to stay thr an prayed tht v go back to matheran again. our prayers came true.our bus got punctured an v were stuckup thr.now v prayed to go back home as soon as possible but this time nobody listened to our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6315292043156517180?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6315292043156517180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6315292043156517180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6315292043156517180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6315292043156517180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/wat-i-am-goin-to-tell-u-now-is-somthin.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-461800649217730831</id><published>2008-01-20T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY????</title><content type='html'>many of my friends keep sayin "u must b enjoyin ur life in bangalore. u must b havin fun". if gettin up 3 hrs earlier than ur schedule, an takin bath immediately, travellin by bus with 100s of people fallin on u, remainin silent 4 hrs without crackin dumb jokes is havin fun,then am havin loads an loads an loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;but thats not my real problem.my problem is with those people who APPEAR to b happy with others happiness but r never happy. i had never met such people before. i dnt understand y should u portray such negative vibes. yes u should b competitive in every aspect of life but not JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;u never know who around u is envious of u. u never know. but u can easily make out the existence of such negativity. atleast i can. the way thy speak an their tone suddenly changes.i will never forget that face in my life. it made me feel yuk 4 knowin an interactin with such a person an it made me feel yuk that i had shared my happiness with such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brighter side bein-u get help from unexpected corners, comfort from people whom u hardly know.their r only a few chaps who find happiness in others happiness.an i am proud tht most of  my good friends belong to the above category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-461800649217730831?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6421035025156855469</id><published>2008-01-06T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHR IS THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O O O O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; damn damar dush.grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr dishkaon. patak.huh.jus wanted to remind u tht am still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i keep getting these mails. " ..... has decided to pinch you" "..... has decided to ....." o god. facebook. i dont seem to understand it. its been a long time now. but no use. i cannot make out anything. the basic feel is arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;an these notifications. u get 786 notifications in a day. bite him. kick him. take this test. take that test. blood test ondh illa. cld've added that too. an wen u take these tests ur asked wierd ques "is he athletic or is she more athletic". i've never seen them run dude. ondh huch nayi hindhe bittu nodbeku.&lt;br /&gt;even if i am told abt my friends i am ok with it . but y this--my friend recieving a message from his friend"&lt;br /&gt;nang thale buda artha agilla.&lt;br /&gt;y am i told tht he an she took gubal test.  he is  like her.  yappa. nan page nalli yak idhe adhella. an then these silly fights. nangu jagla aadi aadi sakaaythu.&lt;br /&gt;orkut rox.no complications only gud combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7717696785682007458</id><published>2007-12-20T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.532+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"HIS"TORY REPEATS</title><content type='html'>she got over it. she learned to live without him.learned to giv him a straight face. but 1 fine day he called her an said"v need to speak babes.its high time". thr was truth in his voice.she decided to go with the truth an said"this weekend should b fine". as usual she started dreamin abt the d-day. she pictured herself holdin his hands....  she was waitin 4 the day.&lt;br /&gt;tht moment never came. he ditched her again!!!!grrrrrrrr8.she had waited the whole day 4 him.&lt;br /&gt;she dint hav the courage to speak to anybody. so she silently went out 4 a stroll in the night. she was headin towards solitude.  wenevr she heard a bike honk. she thot it ws him. but her heart sank deeper. she looked at the dull moon above. tears jus trickled down. she was cryin after a long time. she then looked at the stones below. she was leavin a mark on thm.a mark tht could never b erased. she was goin mad. so she walked back home--a way thro her destiny.&lt;br /&gt;jus before enterin the door she heard a bike but  this time round she dint turn to check whether it was him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenevr u say its all over.jus think twice coz thrs never a 2nd chance in any relationship but some idiots do giv a 2nd chance jus to hav a broken heart again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7717696785682007458?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7717696785682007458/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4080974663986102300</id><published>2007-12-15T10:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TANTRI THE MANTRIs</title><content type='html'>i hav written abt animals-- from monkeys to lizards.hav even written abt ghosts but whr do my dumb friends fall in this list.yup thy hav a place above all the animals. so here thy r right on top of ghosts. u c i hav a lotta respect 4 them so hav given them a HIGH POST in life. u may b wonderin y tantri the mantri, but my frenz wld hav understood, coz thy r the biggest tantris an evn kantris in my life- makin my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;wen i go to my frenz place, i jus go thr an speak to them an do all the masti stuuf.thats it. but my gubal frenz come home an make sure tht thy speak to my mom--fitting idakke--thy tell her how good an responsible thy r. ashte alla thy even mention abt my APPOINTMENTS. lemme tell u all these in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;thy behave as if thy r angels.so delicate an so full of grace. thy jus put on this graceful act   while eatin,while sitting an while speakin. god an once out of my house thy r all LOCAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;thy speak abt how thy help their mom an clean their room---god their rooms r the filthiest.thy dont allow me to enter their room wen i go to their place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;speak abt how v bunk classes an go to these various restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;speak with total courtesy.an if i use a foul word--which i generally dont--thr comes a shout"shilpa yen language nindhu thu". yappa each 1 is a reincarnation of tulsi an parvati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;thy wear only salwars.god those synthetic ones. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;1 common dialogue tht shwetha an shubhada never miss"nin adhellelli hogthiyo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these stuffs give my amma a feelin tht "i am the mostest horriblest gal livin on earth an i hav made some smart frenz". this is not new 4 me. i hav been handlin such friends frm my birth. first in the list shld hav been sindhu. tht idiot used to come to my house --almost daily--but  durin festivals she used to assist my mom in makin chakli an other stuff. can u beat it???? nan mane nan amma nan kitchen nan chakli an nan friend.wah. an she used to get her nailpolish applied frm my mom. hehehe.god. my friends r not jus tantris,mantris but big time chathris. an thr was another friend of mine called pooja(bombay). my mom an she wld gossip 4 hours abt wats happenin in movies an stuff.che.&lt;br /&gt;u may wonder how come i've made such gubal friends but kya kare majboori thi.some good friends tht i've made r shambu an prashali. coz thy haven come home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but watever. each 1 is a gem an i am happy  with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."- Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R2U1w-J_elI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QzkR4HgifGo/s1600-h/04_Friendship_wordart_sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R2U1w-J_elI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QzkR4HgifGo/s320/04_Friendship_wordart_sample.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144577264775559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friends are funny some others r serious--but each 1 adds colour an spice to life.1 doesn hav to b exactly like u to cherish the time.wt counts is tht v always make each othr smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is 4 all my beautiful friends. thanx 4 bein thr 4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDo5BRX5rdo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDo5BRX5rdo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-8670341672149139940?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8670341672149139940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=8670341672149139940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/8670341672149139940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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haven watched the remainin part or somethin.its jus tht i close my eyes wenevr i think thrs gonna b a bhayanak scene. i knw some of u may b laughin. i hav even watched exhorcist but haven seen a single scene. i was under the blanket(ALONE).my friend was goin on describin each scene 4 me.an one of her beautiful an artistic comments was--avl baayindha green colour chatni thara vaanthi aache bartha idhe.thu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watchin a show called haunting on national geographic channel.some ppl were assigned the task of enterin into a hunted house an on top tht search 4 the ghost(i guess ivrgalige maadakke bere kelsa illa).some of 'em were students(dnt thy hav any prob in life--imean internals, attendance, extra lab, extra lab test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R1QtERqyFfI/AAAAAAAAADc/M5ZjeM_rfMk/s1600-R/ghost-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R1QtERqyFfI/AAAAAAAAADc/kebLwnk0WzY/s320/ghost-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139782626222151154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were around 3-4 groups who tryin to search 4 the ghost.the 1st guy said"i can feel the ghost.its the spirit of a small gal. she was chocked.  i can also sense another ghost".the thing tht freaked me out was-- thr was portrait in the house tht had human figure in the background.tht gave me creeps.thr came another lady with a wierd sorta instrument tht went on an off in case some energy was detected in tht place.tht instrument was constantly on--explainin the fact tht thr was some negative energy thr. the 3rd group also had hi-fi instruments.some voice recorder,super cameras.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd group explained the reasons 4 the all the wierd activities in the place. thy said"anybody can create a human like figure in the background of a portrait. jus after paintin--wen the paintin is still wet,take it near a carpet an dust it. the dust accumulates on the portrait givin a human like fig. an tht energy was some electrical energy due to the snappin of a wire." an the 1st guy who guessed abt the gal bein killed was also wrong.the only thing tht was right was--bein choked. it was a 21 year old guy who was killed in tht house (an not a small gal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R1QrSRqyFeI/AAAAAAAAADU/ATdLoUFFUzs/s1600-R/moisture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R1QrSRqyFeI/AAAAAAAAADU/7qfxPdRm3GI/s320/moisture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139780667717064162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A smudge or moisture on the lens can give an eerie ghostly effect to a photo. Make sure your camera lens is clean!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seein this i was tryin to come to a conclusion tht no ghosts exist an thr is a scientific reason behind every damn thing in the world. heeg ankond thakshna nan mane baglu opened automatically.huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i strongly believe tht ghosts do exist.i donno y do thy exist nor do i knw y do i believe in them. my friends had once tried callin spirits.an 27 of'em who had called fell ill an dint turn up to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also happened to watch shows whr ppl share their own experiences.thy say the cot jus starts thumpin without any reason. thr r things tht start fallin down.thy c some wierd ppl an incidents in front of their eyes.now thr was a case whr a family of 5 say tht thy hav seen a ghost or feel abnormal things happening at their place.it is said tht v percieve the vission of a ghost or somethin of tht sort wen v hav lost our consciousness--in a subconscious state.but wat i hav to say is-- a family of 5 cant lose their consciousness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ghost busters hav recordings tht prove tht spirits communicate with us.thy dnt harm us until v try to. thy say thy hav their voices recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far all these r true??i donno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts are the mind's way of interpreting how the body reacts to certain surroundings, say UK psychologists. Other researchers have used many different methods to try to determine the causes of ghostly activity. While no one has conclusively proven that ghosts do not exist, researchers have proposed a number of alternate explanations about physical or psychological causes for strange experiences. Some are simple - people can hallucinate or mistake reflections, shadows and unidentifiable noises for ghosts. Other theories are more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtevr it is.I AM AFRAID OF GHOSTS.but not as much as am afraid of butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno if ur feelin the intensity of my terror--i am constantly lookin back as i am writin this post-- jus to make sure  nobody is standin behind me.nan maneli strange things happen.the washin machine lid falls down suddenly.thr a vessel in the   kitchen tht falls down  without any notice. door,whose latch comes off. the best part is while writin this post some lines r gettin deleted.may b coz i am clickin on some commands tht i am unaware of.but wtevr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the believer no proof is required, to the sceptic, no proof is sufficient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2381905690213620359?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/R1QtERqyFfI/AAAAAAAAADc/kebLwnk0WzY/s72-c/ghost-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-706102013750410623</id><published>2007-11-19T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>go get a life</title><content type='html'>the other day wen i was havin my dinner, a few guys came in started playin loud music on their phone. i couldn listen to wt my mom was sayin.all the ppl thr were literally shoutin.wen thy were asked to lessen the volume...thy denied.y do thy hav to do all tht in public.i got pissed off with those guys.i mean cant thy jus behave like normal humans.&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw if its only me or evn others get angry so soon.i lose my temper when&lt;br /&gt;someone overacts&lt;br /&gt;tries to act smart&lt;br /&gt;wen they try to portray themselves as a totally different person&lt;br /&gt;i even get angry when i meet ppl without BASIC manners-while speakin to others.let the person feel comfortable to speak to u.y make them feel inferior??&lt;br /&gt;   an 1 set of ppl who totally turn me off r those snappin at everythin. if u jus wanna go on snappin at some1 thn jus dnt speak.keep ur mouth shut. y open it an hurt others.damn.an the funniest creatures in this planet r those who dnt hav an individuality.jus b urself. y stick to others style?yuk&lt;br /&gt;my blood jus boils wen i c such ppl. i keep tellin myself "mind ur own business" but i still feel like smashin each fellas head.but its my fist tht ends up gettin hurt.&lt;br /&gt;my mom says wenevr ur sad or angry jus think of all the happy times.but u knw wat tht makes me  evn more frusrtrated.thinkin abt good times worsens my temper.y am i dealin with such ppl??&lt;br /&gt;i am takin all this nonsense coz i dnt wanna create a scene.not tht i cant give it back on their face.i feel like tellin such ppl "GO GET A LIFE".an i will.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if this post has hurt u. i dint mean to.but this is wat i am thinkin right now.&lt;br /&gt; its over.its over 4 me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-706102013750410623?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/706102013750410623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=706102013750410623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/706102013750410623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/706102013750410623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-get-life.html' title='go get a life'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2443749024098874471</id><published>2007-11-17T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my take on OSO</title><content type='html'>wow wat an exitin day i had today. filled with total exitement. is post mein aapse do sawaal pooche jaayenge. sahi uthar dhene par aapko dhed sara gifts milega pakka.&lt;br /&gt;i got my offer letter yday. quite a bit of happiness thr. but i took such a long time to fill it up damn. i hadn taken so much time to finish my written test 4 tcs. huh. submittin took even more time. me an my "colleague" were even decidin who'll b elected as the CR in the ILP program in trivandrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn came the best part OM SHANTI OM.the movie tht i had been waitin 4--waitin 4 a lifetime.or can i say i was waitin 4 it from my previous janma. but couldn watch it in tht janma coz "om shanti om" was not made thn--u c the set was burnt an the heroine also died. now 4 some serious talks.so many shocks an surprises--not in the movie but in the theater. coz v got 3 seats together an 1 separate. tht was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/Rz8pmWPKnZI/AAAAAAAAADM/XXqpZisIZWo/s1600-h/om-shanti-om-wallpaper-45716-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/Rz8pmWPKnZI/AAAAAAAAADM/XXqpZisIZWo/s320/om-shanti-om-wallpaper-45716-5641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133867839006612882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut watever the movie was jus more thn awesome. a total entertainer.had never laughed so much--continuously for 3 hours.be it some of the beautiful dialogues----enna rascala, ek chutki bhar sindoor,maa ka dil kehta hain beta. or be it the gorgeous lookin deepika--it was treat to watch.&lt;br /&gt;i was jus thinkin how would it b if i were reborn.i knw it'll b a boon to the world.but seriously if i were reborn may b i would come back to "my college" as a lec an say"kya main yahan pehle bhi aachuki hoon".somewhr in the corner of my mind the ans wld b "N O". collge hodhre thane mudhin janma dhalli nyapaka barakke. mass bunk mass bunk andhre yen nyapaka barathe. okok now thr was scene whr in kirron kher runs behind SRKs car an shouts"tu mera beta hain  om tu mera beta hain". now wen i come back to "my college"--- shwetha,shubhada,pooja an prashali would run behind my pep shoutin"tu meri friend hain shilpa tu meri friend hain". those 4 would b workin as maid servants in "my college".shwetha an shubhada would b wearin the same sari--blue pink combination. wooooow .an i am reborn as the daughter of a famous  lec.guess who???(1st ques)  but kiska badla loongi main??? . i take badla on a lec who had given me only 24 in the internals in the previous janma. who is tht lec???(2nd ques). but who'll b deepika??not a gal. ok lemme write my story later.&lt;br /&gt;i happened to watch farah's interview .she said "i want the audience to b seated till the very end".she has succeeded in doin tht.even the last song, which is generally kiddish,was very cool.the spot boys comin in limousine an the production unit comin in  a cycle rickshaw,an farah comin in an auto.beautiful.haven watched such a funfilled movie 4 a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/Rz8pNGPKnYI/AAAAAAAAADE/hYI-jgfrLCs/s1600-h/om-shanti-om-wallpaper-59954-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/Rz8pNGPKnYI/AAAAAAAAADE/hYI-jgfrLCs/s320/om-shanti-om-wallpaper-59954-5641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133867405214915970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing tht dint appeal to me was--juhi appeared only 5 times in the song.i shouted all the 5 times. even the crowd was goin mad wen thy saw juhi onscreen(no counter dialogues plz).&lt;br /&gt;the movie was so fast.i mean blink-the 1st half was over.the 2nd half dint hav anythin 4 deepika but. the characters were beautifully crafted.each 1 has done justice in makin us laugh.not jus makin us laugh--thr were moments of complete silence. an wen thr was complete silence thr was kid who was sittin behin us who  askin all dumb ques"amma avnge heg gothaythu?? amma projection room andhre yenu???"grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;it was a total diwali dhamaka . the movie is a super hit--the sole reason bein JUHI CHAWLA.&lt;br /&gt;upar pooche gaye sawalokeliye aapke jawaab hame 2 din mein mil jaane chahiye.sahi jawaab dene par aapko dhed sara gifts milega pakka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-2443749024098874471?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2443749024098874471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2443749024098874471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2443749024098874471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2443749024098874471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-take-on-oso.html' title='my take on OSO'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/Rz8pmWPKnZI/AAAAAAAAADM/XXqpZisIZWo/s72-c/om-shanti-om-wallpaper-45716-5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-162707477642578690</id><published>2007-11-08T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gool ol'days</title><content type='html'>enough abt all the things i hate. let those "things" tht hurt me go to hell. even tht dumb butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;gooshlu said my blog was boring. so thought of writin abt somethin tht makes me happy. the only thing tht strikes me wen i say happiness is SADVIDYA. but thr is a long story tht goes before me joinin SADVIDYA.&lt;br /&gt;aug 7th 2000, the day i bid bombay,my super friends adieu. i dint like mysore by the look of it. i met a handful of irritatin ppl. tht jus turned me off. then came the biggest flop of my life "my 9th an 10th std". vvvs as such is a nice school but i had to deal with a few cartoons- teachers included.my life was goin on --on the boring path. i had a tough time studyin kannada. the most DIFFICULTEST part was learin abt kuvempu,dha ra bendre, akkamahadevi, basavanna-their bdays.o god.i remember all my friends bdy frm my chaddi dosth to the latest 1.i even remember my friends brothers bdy.but damn i cldn memorize kuvempus bday!!!! me an my dad spent a lotto time together memorizing their kruthigalu, prashasthi an lot more. but WHAT THE HECK!!!! i got 93 in kannada. damn 93!!!! i gotto know my results in the midnight. u knw i was laughin the whole night. but my mom was goin on scoldin me 4 gettin 85 in science.kudos.can u beat it????&lt;br /&gt;after the results, i was the talk of my road. all the aunties used to look at me an speak somethin with their friends. ppl used to congratulate me whenevr thy met me or jus start praisin me 4 my laurel. the best part was my dad was my publicity manager. he made sure everybody comes to knw abt my marks. i happened to attend a marriage , i went on the dais to give the newly wed a gift an guess wt thy knew abt my marks.thy started congratulating me,instead of me congratulating them. any function tht i attended all the ppl thr were like "whr is shilpa? i wanna meet her"but hell i am used to all this. i mean the fame an ppl yearnin to meet me an stuff.coz am gr8 u c.&lt;br /&gt;then came the downfall- MY NAME WAS MISSING IN THE 1ST LIST THAT SADVIDYA ANNOUNCED DURING ADMISSIONS. all my friends were in. but me, the one who scored 93 in kannada, had to wait 4 the 2nd list. my name was the last in the 2nd list. damn.&lt;br /&gt;now abt my fav institution,SADVIDYA: the classrooms were small. v were only 12 gals. v had to sit in the 1st bench no matter wt.6 of us had to sit in 1 bench. but all these negative things were nothin compared to the beautiful friends tht i made thr. those 2 years r very special to me. v 6, ashi, amrutha, kapi,bhavya,priyanka an me, did all the masti-- be it removin blow frm others vehicles or goin out of mysore or jus sittin in the class.u name it an v've done it.v've watched ALL kinda movies together.(i mean thriller,comedy,senti....idiot wat did u think,huh). they were upto some or the other mischief.writin songs in the class an gettin caught.givin some cute names to lec like delta,cakooo,hairband,huch rani sujatha, soori mama.principal of corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RzV40yJ5tVI/AAAAAAAAACw/ii_8zBg4G_Y/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131140198670382418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RzV40yJ5tVI/AAAAAAAAACw/ii_8zBg4G_Y/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each 1 wasunique in their own way. ashi was always upto listenin to dumb songs.kapi an her JOKES. god she corrupted all our minds. amrutha was the carin 1. bhavya was the 1 to plan the pranks--listenin to music in the class or watever. priyanka was the tubelight--she dint understand most of the jokes , but mind u she is not tht innocent.an i ,as usual the smart an good gal. how can i forget gooshlu???she irritated me to the core.but shes a friend 4 life.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed goin to coll everyday. goin to coll was never a strain(unlike now). i never had to think before i spoke. i mean i could jus say watevr i wanted to. no thinkin, no hurtin, no cribbin-was the kinda policy thy followed.&lt;br /&gt;v neither meet daily nor msg/call each other. but its still the same bw us. u guys rock my life.nobody can replace u guys in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-162707477642578690?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/162707477642578690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=162707477642578690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/162707477642578690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/162707477642578690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/gool-ol.html' title='gool ol&amp;#39;days'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RzV40yJ5tVI/AAAAAAAAACw/ii_8zBg4G_Y/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-3216054197049672007</id><published>2007-11-03T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.574+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ITS "HIS"TORY</title><content type='html'>she loved him immensely.so did he. he said i luv u ...he said i'll never leave u. he said....&lt;br /&gt;she listened to it all.she was flyin high.&lt;br /&gt;but now things hav changed.he no longer likes her. but she still does. harsh words flew outta his dirty mouth. but she is still attracted to him.y y???he started ignoring her. but she, couldn c anybody nearing him. he said "ITS ALL OVER". this finally shattered her to pieces. it took her a lotta time,lotta days to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;when she finally got out of it she found herself adoring him with greater fondness. she wanted to b with him. sit beside him. hold his hands. but he hadn changed. he was still dancin with ego. he was enjoyin his life without her.&lt;br /&gt;can a small fight rip 2 people,2 friends apart???? y did she still hav the same feelings 4 a person who dint give a damn abt her???? is luvin a person so bad??? y did he give his ego more prority than his luv???is ego greater than luv???&lt;br /&gt;then y is ego playing such a big role in her life,my life, ur life????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-3216054197049672007?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3216054197049672007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=3216054197049672007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3216054197049672007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/3216054197049672007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/its.html' title='ITS &amp;quot;HIS&amp;quot;TORY'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-9061364206534891354</id><published>2007-11-01T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend was no way near consolable when her heart was broken. i did everything to make her glee but all in vain. i felt like killin her coz she was not listenin to me. i felt all these things r so kiddish i mean heart breaks an all tht.&lt;br /&gt;But now my views r totally different. I know how it feels when when somebody breaks ur heart,breaks ur trust.My mind is shatterd to a thousand pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do not fully trust each other, we will try to increase our sense of security and avoid getting hurt by trying to control our friendship. This can take different forms, such as comparison ("I put more into the relationship than u "), jealousy ("how come u r having so much fun with someone else?") and competition ("I'll do that better than u"). When we cannot restore the trust and love in our friendship, it eventually breaks down. Then our friendship is reduced to a collection of negative behavior patterns such as blaming ("it's all your fault"), judging ("you're so aggressive that..."), avoiding ("I'm not willing to discuss this") and patronizing. We all hav felt or said the above words an lost some beautiful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus happened to read this poem somewhr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see your face in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;It hurts and it doesn't help at all&lt;br /&gt;I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems&lt;br /&gt;I want you to catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time we met&lt;br /&gt;There was something so different about you&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship was something I wanted to get&lt;br /&gt;That smile when you said hi to me was so new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where you called me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sit there and talk to you forever&lt;br /&gt;You were so new, so crazy and unknown&lt;br /&gt;I just knew that our friendship would never sever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years and we are barely holding it together&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the way this all used to be&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you out of my life ever&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for a long time pretending not to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go out and make it all all right&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work out of course we knew it couldn't&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't even really stand each others sight&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't end this way but it did and I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and everything you were to me&lt;br /&gt;Ten years from now we will look back on it all&lt;br /&gt;We will be older and finally be able to see&lt;br /&gt;That friendship will stand the test of time and never fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not over for me but if u say so i'll surely abide by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-9061364206534891354?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9061364206534891354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=9061364206534891354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/9061364206534891354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/9061364206534891354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-friend-was-no-way-near-consolable.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-7617394245920545780</id><published>2007-09-10T08:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>passing thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RuTHn7z8PfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xk4eLvDVP_M/s1600-h/Today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RuTHn7z8PfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xk4eLvDVP_M/s320/Today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108427366229360114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wanted to potray the thoughts that are disturbing me right now. Dont know if it'll make any sense to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we  make mistakes, we seek compromise but when others make a mistake we seek justice." Why do we always deal with negativity?We always see the negative stuff. We are all so good at finding others mistakes. Why is there so much of bitterness sorrounding us? Some people dont miss a chance to taunt you. Why such toxicity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I think the reason behind this is our selfish motives. We always think about our unhappiness, our feelings. We never give a thought on how others feel when we make a statement, when we frown, when we over act!!!! Every human being is a mixture of emotions. But we dwell on the negativities. Each one of us have to swim through these expounding emotions-- be it ego clashes, wierd attitudes or arrogance or alienation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         All our actions are so entangled with others. We never digest the fact that our actions have an impact on others. I dont mean to say we need to be goodie goodie types, but we dont have any right to toxify the lives of people who are travelling with us in this journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The only solution to this is  smile. This not only stops us from committing blunders but also keeps our co-travellers in merry.  But make sure you've brushed your teeth before smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Have a smiling face. We need not spread our bitterness or sadness around. A famous saying by swami vivekananda --"If you have a clouded face do not go out that day, shut yourself up in a room. What right have you to carry this disease out into the world?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-7617394245920545780?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7617394245920545780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=7617394245920545780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7617394245920545780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/7617394245920545780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/passing-thoughts.html' title='passing thoughts'/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RuTHn7z8PfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xk4eLvDVP_M/s72-c/Today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-2844867546599330468</id><published>2007-09-05T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On Tuesday, this news swept across all the news channels 'Sanjay Dutt relieved by court'. 'Sirf Munna not a bhai' '13 saal ka vanvaas khatam' 'although found guilty for possession of armory, Sanjay can breath sigh of relief as all the TADA charges against him are withdrawn' Then many personalities like Salman Khan said 'He is a good person. We knew he will come out clean'. Mr Big B said "Dutt's family and our family have relations for years he's a good kid. He is like elder brother to Abhishek". His sister Priya Dutt said "we can sleep well tonight. It's a great relief"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             Surfing through the channels, one news on BBC startled me. It read "Hisbul Mujahidin's most wanted terrorist 'Sohel Faisal' killed in Anantnag , India . Indian Major leading the operation lost his life in the process. Four others are &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;   \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt;injured. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;                                                                             \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12pt\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cimg alt\u003d\"Sanjay Dutt\" src\u003d\"?realattid\u003d0.1&amp;attid\u003d0.2&amp;disp\u003demb&amp;view\u003datt&amp;th\u003d114d4d08bb93891a\" height\u003d\"173\" width\u003d\"125\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\n\n\n \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12pt\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;It was past midnight , I started visiting the stupid Indian channels, but Sanjay Dutt was still ruling. They were telling how Sanjay pleaded to the court saying &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m the sole bread earner for my family&amp;#39;, &amp;#39;I have a daughter who is studying in US&amp;#39; and so on. Then they showed how Sanjay was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while he was hearing the verdict and also how he went to every temple and prayed for the last few months. A suspect in Mumbai bomb blasts, convicted under armory act...was being transformed into a hero. \n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Sure Sanjay Dutt has a daughter; Sure he did not do any terrorist activity. Possessing an AK47 is considered too elementary in terrorist community and also one who possesses an AK47 has a right to possess a pistol so that again is not such a big crime; Sure Sanjay Dutt went to all the temples; \n\u003cbr\&gt;Sure he did a lot of Gandhigiri but then........ ....\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"red\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:red\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Major Manish H Pitambare got the information from his sources about the terrorists&amp;#39; whereabouts. Wasting no time he attacked the camp, killed Hisbul Mujahidin&amp;#39;s supremo and in the process lost his life to the bullets fired from an AK47. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"navy\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:navy\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 It was past midnight , I started visiting the Indian channels, but Sanjay Dutt was still ruling. They were telling how Sanjay pleaded to the court saying 'I'm the sole bread earner for my family', 'I have a daughter who is studying in US' and so on. Then they showed how Sanjay was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while he was hearing the verdict and also how he went to every temple and prayed for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;  I have nothing against sanjay dutt. I am nobody to blame him. He sure has managed to bring smile on many of our faces through munna bhai. Sure he did a lotta gandhigiri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sure Sanjay Dutt has a daughter; Sure he did not do any terrorist activity. Possessing an AK47 is considered too elementary in terrorist community &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;but then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manish H Pitambare got the information from his sources about the terrorists' whereabouts. Wasting no time he attacked the camp, killed Hisbul Mujahidin's supremo and in the process lost his life to the bullets fired from an AK47.  He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","Just like Sunjay Dutt he\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt;\n\n\n is survived by a wife and daughter who&amp;#39;s only 18 months old. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Major Manish never said &amp;#39;I have a daughter&amp;#39; before he took the decision to attack the terrorists in the darkest of nights. He never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner. No news channel covered this since they were too busy hyping a former drug addict, a suspect who&amp;#39;s linked to bomb blasts which killed hundreds. Their aim was to show how he defied the TADA charges and they were so successful that his conviction in possession of armory had no meaning. They also concluded that his parents in heaven must be happy and proud of him. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"red\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:red\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Parents of Major Manish are still living and they have to live rest of their lives without their beloved son. His daughter won&amp;#39;t ever see her daddy again. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;  \u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003ctable border\u003d\"0\" cellpadding\u003d\"0\" width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n\u003ctbody\&gt;\n\u003ctr\&gt;\n\u003ctd bgcolor\u003d\"white\" width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:12pt\"\&gt;                                                                                                    \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\n\n\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12pt\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cimg alt\u003d\" Major Manish Pitambare\" src\u003d\"?realattid\u003d0.2&amp;attid\u003d0.1&amp;disp\u003demb&amp;view\u003datt&amp;th\u003d114d4d08bb93891a\" height\u003d\"173\" width\u003d\"125\"\&gt;\n\n\n \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12pt\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    is survived by a wife and daughter who's only 18 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;he took the decision to attack the terrorists in the darkest of nights. He never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner. No news channel covered this since they were too busy with sanjay dutt.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parents of Major Manish are still living and they have to live rest of their lives without their beloved son. His daughter won't ever see her daddy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg=""  width="100%" style="color:white;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=" Major Manish Pitambare" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?realattid=0.2&amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=114d4d08bb93891a" height="173" width="125" /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont color\u003d\"blue\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt;color:blue\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;So guys, please forward this message around so that the media knows which news to give importance, as it is a shame for us since this Army Major&amp;#39;s death news was given by a foreign TV channel!!!  Where they know worth of Patriotism. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\u003c/tbody\&gt;\u003c/table\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#1f497d\" face\u003d\"Calibri\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:11pt;color:rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:Calibri\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"color:rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style:italic\"\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Mistral\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold;font-size:12pt;font-family:Mistral\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;there are some  channels that air things about stars that embarrasses them. Things like breakup, temple visits,  or it could be  " y did she refuse to do this film?" .The channels also spend a lotta time on their past. "how was the relationship between the 2 when they enterted the film industry?".  " are they jus FRIENDS?"   But its sad to see people like major being unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So guys, please forward this message around so that the media knows which news to give importance, as it is a shame for us since this Army Major's death news was given by a foreign TV channel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Mistral;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Mistral;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/836809741800250374-2844867546599330468?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2844867546599330468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=2844867546599330468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2844867546599330468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/2844867546599330468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-tuesday-this-news-swept-across-all.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6390953133246861013</id><published>2007-08-02T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.619+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pheww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;me got in TCS. damn super. congrats shilpa the gr8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after a long time i thought of writin a blog. i was thinkin of a nice topic. but which ever way i think , i end up thinkihn abt  the BEASTS  that i encounter daily. so the best ting to do is continue writing abt my encounters with DEADLY animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it happened the day b4 i went to write tcs online test.i was studyin in my room. thn i switched on the comp an i jus touched my knee. an guess wt i felt something cold.  was wearin a salwar 4 a change(my mom keeps remindin me "ur a girl, dress like a girl behave like a girl, adheg kelsa maadthiyo, how will u adjust an stay with ur in-laws" doooooooooralochane). sorry sorry deviated frm my topic. i found something cold on my knee.i got up an withered my pant an something fell down.u knw wt it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIZARD. &lt;/span&gt;it was a baby lizard. it jus crawled away after fallin on the floor as if nothin had happened. even i sat down as if nothing had happened. thirgu nodlilla adhu. when a lizard can have so much of ego, shouldnt i hav some ego. the lizard should hav been thankful 4 spendin time with me or it should've said sorry. adrajji. so even i threw some ego around an let it go without speakin to it. i dint shout or make fuss.  not a single word out of my mouth.  shwetha, ur right am not afraid of lizards. good. u've understood me well in these 7 years. kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thts abt the damn lizard. next animal. CAT.  i luv cats more thn lizards,snakes an even more than mealy mouthed, fledgling  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUBHADA.&lt;/span&gt;(IS THE SPELLING RIGHT?).&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting in the hall watchin a serial . i jus turned around an i saw A CAT near the sewing machine.it was lookin at me an i looked at it.it continued lookin at me an i continued lookin at it. b4 anythin could happen i shouted ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;that poor little cat was a male jaathi i suppose coz it ran away the moment i shouted amma.&lt;br /&gt;my mom came to my rescue again.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thts it abt animals. some of u would hav got bored by now. an some of u like shu an shwe would b actin as if ur gettin bored. mukha nodkoli ibru. an get well soon to both of u. if u both c ur faces together in the mirror. thn god alone can save u. i dnt think even he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenerver u are not in mood. u tend to forget the main thing. humour. u dnt laugh at small jokes. u forget to smile. Always smile coz tht takes u nearer to god, nearer than any prayer. never frown at anybody. coz u never know someone is fallin in love with ur smile. never crib.an wenever ur not in mood, plz dnt take any decisions. u end up embarrassing ur self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF MY FAVOURITE QUOTES-The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours- it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;  never rely on anyone 4 any kinda support. time changes an so do people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6390953133246861013?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6390953133246861013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6390953133246861013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6390953133246861013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6390953133246861013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-got-in-tcs.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4395425630893841015</id><published>2007-07-26T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RqhKglLMD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YDg-nEfevlc/s1600-h/Make_a_fist_Join_the_war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RqhKglLMD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YDg-nEfevlc/s200/Make_a_fist_Join_the_war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091401302337654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is anger escaped?&lt;br /&gt;It stays deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;I think about what is lost,&lt;br /&gt;and the anger rises inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Every where I look,&lt;br /&gt;I see what should be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Envy turns to anger,&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself 'who are these people? ,&lt;br /&gt;they do not deserve such a thing I have lost'&lt;br /&gt;I think about what is lost,&lt;br /&gt;and the anger rises inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;It rises to such a degree,&lt;br /&gt;that anger turns to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears the mind can't tell are true,&lt;br /&gt;Pain the heart can't share.&lt;br /&gt;Anger wrapped up in deceit,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than I can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scourge I lay upon you now,&lt;br /&gt;You surely cannot break.&lt;br /&gt;This curse will last for on and on,&lt;br /&gt;You've made a grave mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger causes pain inside,&lt;br /&gt;Too deep to understand.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain, in turn, will cause,&lt;br /&gt;More malice to my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4395425630893841015?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4395425630893841015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4395425630893841015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4395425630893841015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4395425630893841015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-is-anger-escaped-it-stays-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RqhKglLMD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YDg-nEfevlc/s72-c/Make_a_fist_Join_the_war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-6844055237936043375</id><published>2007-05-14T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:11.707+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pheww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RkhujR9ajSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nLKaLsQKucM/s1600-h/36260067%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RkhujR9ajSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nLKaLsQKucM/s320/36260067%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064419333373594914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to read these beautiful lines on orkut---written by someone(ofcourse not me  you know i am weak at writing right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yet another crossroad of life's journey i walked into a stranger&lt;br /&gt;who joined me in the odessey of life&lt;br /&gt;Days went by....Time ticked its way through weeks,months and years&lt;br /&gt;as I trod life's torturous an unpredictable avenues never  realizing the&lt;br /&gt;subtle presence of this co-hort my fellow traveller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This span of is all but a collection of moments-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of your vanity.....Moments of my consuming ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I hurt u....Moments when you annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when we differed....Moments when we conformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when you spoke....Moments when I listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I didnt speak...Moments when you still listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of laughing together...Moments when we remained silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when distances crept in...Moments when intimacy erased them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I conforted to you....Moments when didnt undersatnd me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when you complained....Moments when I apologized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I asserted....Moments when you acknowledged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain inflicted,heart broken,Sorrows lived&lt;br /&gt;failures engulfed,existence torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;integrity interrogated,hopes crushed....&lt;br /&gt;But yet my heart bears no complains to god&lt;br /&gt;and LIFE who have endowed me with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FRIEND LIKE YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-6844055237936043375?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6844055237936043375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=6844055237936043375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6844055237936043375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/6844055237936043375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-happened-to-read-these-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WxFi1XJCgM/RkhujR9ajSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nLKaLsQKucM/s72-c/36260067%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-1624828932645895588</id><published>2007-04-24T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pheww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUTTERFLIES  most of my frenz know what butterflies mean to me.they are the most yuckiest and horrible creatures.I donno y but i am afraid of those BUTTERFLIES.I start shoutin the minute i see it.i jus turn the house upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Another creature that horrifies me is PIGEON.It made my life hell.it was thr in my room before i was even awake and it used to make the yuckiest sound(gutur gutur).the flapping of the wings just made me shout.everyday i used to wake up with a big shout.so my frend in the neighbour dint use an alarm for some days.my sweet home in bombay has housed generations and generations of pigeons.In short i hate creatures that fly.I dont mind lizards and snakes.&lt;br /&gt;  This is an incident that happened in my class a few days ago.My frenz an I were sittin in the first bench(dont mistake me for a good girl,the last bench was not empty).2 monkeys entered the class.the 2 monkeys were standin in front me.my frend(daridhra) was staring at it and so was the monkey.before the 2 expressed their new found love to each other we jumped from the bench.my heart was in my mouth that very moment coz the minute we jumped those monkeys climbed our desk.daridhra says its her rebirth.kudos.&lt;br /&gt; I encountered the terror of yet another animal today.a SQUIRREL.it jus entered my room like my dumb frends do without any permission.an its still here.this very minute as i am writin, the damn creature is in my room.this time round not only my heart but my stomach,lungs,intestines an wat not were in my mouth.the way it ran in front of my legs god.i donno wen the squirrel will pounce on me and attack so i have a body gaurd sitting behind me, my mother.u know mothers are always there when you need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;  The big and the most dangerous creatures in my life are my DUMB frenz.but i am not scared of them.i am terrified.I donno how many more animals do i have to deal with in my life.&lt;br /&gt;    HEY SINDHU EVEN THE TINY LITTLE CREATURES ARE VISITING ME.NOW ITS YOUR TURN.PLEASE COME HOME.&lt;br /&gt;   I think i just heard some noise behind me.may be its the dragon.....bye for now.IF I AM ALIVE I WILL SURELY BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-1624828932645895588?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1624828932645895588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=1624828932645895588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1624828932645895588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/1624828932645895588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/butterflies-most-of-my-frenz-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-4396231869481670490</id><published>2007-04-04T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:17:12.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished my damn internals today.it was jus another proof that i cant write.i was sitting there an thinkin about the next topic 4 my blog.but the lady in the class was staring at me so i did write somethin in the damn booklet.   i think i`ll end up gettin single digit in some of the subs.the main reason behind me thinkin abt the blog while writin the paper was that ,gettin 4 comments here is a lot better that gettin 7 or 8 marks there.&lt;br /&gt;my marks last sem were 7,7,10 in one sub.(these marks are out of 25.am not that bad).the reason the lecturer gave me for these low marks was that technical terms were missing.the lecturers  with 10 years of experience each(they make sure that they mention it atleast once in a class) get notes to the class while teaching, which contains all the "technical terms".they cannot remember the technical words of a single subject that they teach.an we are expected to remember all the technical words of all the 6 damn subjects( with zero years experience in each subject).IS THIS FAIR?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836809741800250374-4396231869481670490?l=stgspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4396231869481670490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836809741800250374&amp;postID=4396231869481670490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4396231869481670490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836809741800250374/posts/default/4396231869481670490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stgspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/finished-my-damn-internals-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shilpa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/TBHCBxh932I/AAAAAAAABgU/erZGWGgC220/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
