<?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-20174637</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:46:15.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Echoes</title><subtitle type='html'>Well... i do a lot of a serious thinking... n i have such profound thoughts that i think it would be selfish of me to keep them to myself. So people..I am always here to edify and encourage you, to enable you become better human beings!!!:-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-2970943994350294324</id><published>2010-06-02T21:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:40:33.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stop Look Proceed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAaCaL4HntI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zDwL487kFIg/s1600/oak+lawn+stop+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAaCaL4HntI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zDwL487kFIg/s320/oak+lawn+stop+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478209383119167186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are here.. then thank you so much for dropping by... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am presently diverting all the traffic to &lt;a href="http://taxiingtimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://taxiingtimes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my new blog and its about Mumbai Taxis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you have a breezy ride... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-2970943994350294324?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/2970943994350294324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=2970943994350294324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/2970943994350294324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/2970943994350294324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-look-proceed.html' title='Stop Look Proceed'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAaCaL4HntI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zDwL487kFIg/s72-c/oak+lawn+stop+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-5269097627375528655</id><published>2010-02-27T12:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:58:31.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You the Stinky Poo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/S4jBuP8C4oI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FjW8TxJMjOI/s1600-h/yuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813149973766786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/S4jBuP8C4oI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FjW8TxJMjOI/s320/yuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Warning: Expect extreme anger and child like behavior in the post below. Readers are adviced to not judge me from this post as I am generally not this bitter! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You the stinky Poo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can I hit you with my Shoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You take your job for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and make friends feel least wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you have a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or are you full of fart??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think its the latter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's making you go fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take my advice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its free and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go hang out in a sewage pipe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With company that suits your type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/20174637-5269097627375528655?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/5269097627375528655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=5269097627375528655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/5269097627375528655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/5269097627375528655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-stinky-poo.html' title='You the Stinky Poo!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/S4jBuP8C4oI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FjW8TxJMjOI/s72-c/yuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-7936982147022535147</id><published>2009-12-08T18:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:24:11.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Renu - The Wonderful Human*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SyHQY8mSkcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzpuDDb17U4/s1600-h/banner_boys_copy-826x445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SyHQY8mSkcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzpuDDb17U4/s320/banner_boys_copy-826x445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413837354078212546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Renu the wonderful human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Smiles when she sees an oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cameras click, paint brushes flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Renu’s presence leaves you smitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Renu has the smarts, and she loves arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;She has no fears, only love for pears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Clothes and fashion are not her passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;But tell her that, and you will get whacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O mighty Renu, Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The good cook or is it by fluke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Photographer, baker, actor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Or just a clownish character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So wonderful, So beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So amusing, So unassuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So inspiring, So daring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are THE Renu – A stupid darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Renu - The wonderfull Human, Coming soon.. at your nearest book store! For more information, email renuthewonderfulhuman@wonderfullworld.com&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/20174637-7936982147022535147?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/7936982147022535147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=7936982147022535147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/7936982147022535147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/7936982147022535147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/12/renu-wonderful-human.html' title='Renu - The Wonderful Human*'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SyHQY8mSkcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzpuDDb17U4/s72-c/banner_boys_copy-826x445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-3331847048024559396</id><published>2009-11-22T12:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:27:33.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SwjpyDmX0mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Twz_vcUvw18/s1600/Image1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SwjpyDmX0mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Twz_vcUvw18/s320/Image1179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406828398827262562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Work: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing lives up to my BNP Days. When I was 20 and used to earn 5000 a month... a princely amount... my Citibank ATM at Regal.... and the walks from my office at Fort with stop over at Bombay Store and Westside.... Sigh...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My dog Tasha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Older. Cuter. Fatter. Lazier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still wants to sleep in the lap? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still wants to sleep under sofas and get stuck there? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She doesnt change. And that's the best part about her. A regular day in her life sees a set of highs &amp;amp; lows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morning when you wake up - High. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You leave for work - Low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You give her food - High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wakes up in the afternoon to find no one home - Low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You come back home after a long day - Super duper High and lo!! a jumpy-dancy-i-am-so-happy Dog!! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sis is gone to Hyd!! :( To live with a boy!!! So you can imagine why I dont have much funny stuff to write on my blog anymore...The subject is gone. The inspiration behind anything nonsensical is gone... no one sings Nirvana songs in hindi or raps along with Ice Ice Baby... sings 'eye in the sky' like a nursery rhyme with actions... sleeps like a dog with the dog... She has new audience now... that boy from Hyd. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dharti is married and is blessed with the prettiest baby girl I have ever seen. Shweta is getting married in Feb. Fats and I am left... Let's see who's next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blueorb has shifted to Delhi. So I dont get to hang out much with him. He's doing what he loves the most... making music!! Complete coolio whose work demands him to be surrounded by music, hot chics and at the most posh and latest hangouts in the city. baahhh... makes me hate my job even more.. :( praxy.. am sending you a giant hug!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neel my Jai Hind friend is also getting married soon though he doesn't admit it. Shy boy he is!! Half the reason am writing this post is cos he still visits my blog!! :) That's what is best about old friends... they keep getting better with time. Big hug Neel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Symbi room mate is getting married next month. Happy for her... gave her a bachelorette party.. Scandalous one that too!! :) Others are engaged... dating.. Living in.... minting money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well... thankfully no more 'Long Island Iced Tea' posts on my blog... touchwood! Though I have to say that it was the Long island iced tea that did me good and got me to hook the fish!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How did he ask me out? Well... he booked this one section of the beach and took me there for a quiet walk on a full moon night... held my hand and told me how madly in love he is with me and how he cannot live one single day without me. I couldn’t let him possibly die and said "ya.. ok.. Whatever.." He was so happy he did a li'l bumshake and wanted to kiss me right away!! Ya... that was pretty much how it was... at least that's all that I remember from that night... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That’s all folks. I really love my blog and I hope to return here soon... with one of my poetic posts..... until then... mwuahhhs and hugs... Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-3331847048024559396?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/3331847048024559396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=3331847048024559396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3331847048024559396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3331847048024559396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SwjpyDmX0mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Twz_vcUvw18/s72-c/Image1179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-6496894158284622652</id><published>2009-07-31T08:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:59:33.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drinking &amp; Driving. (Hick... hick... )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SnJnWDzMc7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ieXVJyjzZxg/s1600-h/drunk-driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SnJnWDzMc7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ieXVJyjzZxg/s320/drunk-driving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463734826496946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is a story of a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;who danced and jumped with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He was going to get a treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;on drinks and some food to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tequilla sunrise and few vodkas down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He went about smiling in town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Took out the keys and started his car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;when a police officer saw him from far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Stop! stop!" The police said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Ha ha...You are so dead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The boy was happy n high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and so he did not feel shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As he sat in the police van, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;proud to be with the drunkards clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Now he is sober, the party's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;The license is gone, girlfriends scorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;It ain't no joke, him being so BROKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-6496894158284622652?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/6496894158284622652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=6496894158284622652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6496894158284622652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6496894158284622652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-driving-hick-hick.html' title='Drinking &amp; Driving. (Hick... hick... )'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SnJnWDzMc7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ieXVJyjzZxg/s72-c/drunk-driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-6392982207881213985</id><published>2009-06-27T11:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:47:59.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MJ Gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SkW4zhSyQZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QFCmxTLOkRk/s1600-h/michael-jackson-000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SkW4zhSyQZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QFCmxTLOkRk/s320/michael-jackson-000000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886927449702802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is gone and am sad.... more so after reading the papers talking about his life. Thankfully they are saying good things... talking about his music and not other random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The most amusing stories were about his Mumbai concert... His loo break at the Thackrays' home... his dancing on the street with the slum kids... if he had seen my sis trying so hard to dance and sing like him.. am sure he would have danced with her too... ;) his goodbye and thank you message on the pillow cover at the Oberois....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reminds me of the time when my sis had gone as crazy for him as most of the MJ Fans had in the 90s. In came a BIG poster of MJ in our room... and with it came the fears my folks feared the most. Oh no.... what is happening to our daughter... she is going the 'wrong' way... studies are getting effected... who is this weirdo... beta pay attention to studies... no you cant go to the concert... you are mad to even think about it..." and what not!!! But ya... i so clearly remember that poster of MJ in our room.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Listening to his songs all day long and going down the memory lane.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But They Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Man Should Be Faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Walk When Not Able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Fight Till The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I'm Only Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- MJ (Will you be there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-6392982207881213985?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/6392982207881213985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=6392982207881213985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6392982207881213985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6392982207881213985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-gone.html' title='MJ Gone....'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SkW4zhSyQZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QFCmxTLOkRk/s72-c/michael-jackson-000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-6484619571979303083</id><published>2009-05-10T11:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:34:26.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is she...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SgZt52Q4G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yXxesCl9aoY/s1600-h/linus-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SgZt52Q4G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yXxesCl9aoY/s320/linus-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334071649253202818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miss mia farrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;did she climb a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;or did she fly away like a sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe she just having dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trying hard not to get any thinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Written by Ted for Mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-6484619571979303083?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/6484619571979303083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=6484619571979303083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6484619571979303083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6484619571979303083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-is-she.html' title='Where is she...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SgZt52Q4G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yXxesCl9aoY/s72-c/linus-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-4320595766998861251</id><published>2009-04-26T11:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:03:30.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SOFA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SfRUTa0I7bI/AAAAAAAAADs/1SY2wm9LtJc/s1600-h/jeeva6__securedad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SfRUTa0I7bI/AAAAAAAAADs/1SY2wm9LtJc/s320/jeeva6__securedad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328976951678397874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOFA... SO GOOD... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-4320595766998861251?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/4320595766998861251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=4320595766998861251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/4320595766998861251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/4320595766998861251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/04/sofa.html' title='SOFA...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SfRUTa0I7bI/AAAAAAAAADs/1SY2wm9LtJc/s72-c/jeeva6__securedad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-4533856443870938768</id><published>2009-03-22T20:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:34:46.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish you a Happy Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ScZTMWm42SI/AAAAAAAAADg/dh6XVyXJU50/s1600-h/happysummer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ScZTMWm42SI/AAAAAAAAADg/dh6XVyXJU50/s320/happysummer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316027881849674018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls in their summer clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out in the ferry boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Boyfriends are far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Making most of their free day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-4533856443870938768?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/4533856443870938768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=4533856443870938768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/4533856443870938768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/4533856443870938768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-you-happy-summer.html' title='Wish you a Happy Summer!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ScZTMWm42SI/AAAAAAAAADg/dh6XVyXJU50/s72-c/happysummer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-8410724514974879135</id><published>2008-12-08T20:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:18:57.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To All My Gals!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ST0b_tV9svI/AAAAAAAAACw/6oXOhMtXhJY/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Three_Girl_Friends_Celebrating_212140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Room 407,&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Devil’s haven.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Loud music and crowd&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Just to drive the warden out.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scheming conspirers,&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Winning the best bathroom hours.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cheese &amp;amp; chips, Coffee &amp;amp; cake,  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Early morning jogs, unsuccessful attempts to lose weight.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tea party without tea or biscuits,&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;An enthu bunch of girls, making most of the tidbits!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Saree draping and whiskey shots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Patriotic songs, singing out aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Boyfriend advice, clothes advice, lingerie advice,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sometimes wise but mostly otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Biryani, Beer, Smoke &amp;amp; Porn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Filled up a bright cold Sunday morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Laughter and screeches, kisses and hugs,&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sharing the same bed and the quilt tugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-8410724514974879135?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/8410724514974879135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=8410724514974879135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/8410724514974879135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/8410724514974879135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-all-my-gals.html' title='To All My Gals!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ST0b_tV9svI/AAAAAAAAACw/6oXOhMtXhJY/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Three_Girl_Friends_Celebrating_212140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-3066456875737172760</id><published>2008-11-09T14:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:53:36.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Night Train From Andheri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A crowded station and people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Small window far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Torch light and trains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sweet memories that remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-3066456875737172760?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/3066456875737172760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=3066456875737172760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3066456875737172760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3066456875737172760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/11/crowded-station-and-people-small-window.html' title='Night Train From Andheri...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-2593830430118481436</id><published>2008-11-09T14:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:54:02.224+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SRah602tUdI/AAAAAAAAACM/r3dtABvCJ4Q/s1600-h/madiso6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266574846248964562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SRah602tUdI/AAAAAAAAACM/r3dtABvCJ4Q/s320/madiso6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blah goes jumping to office,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Smiling all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cos Ted said he will drop by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At the end of the day!&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/20174637-2593830430118481436?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/2593830430118481436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=2593830430118481436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/2593830430118481436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/2593830430118481436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-goes-jumping-to-office-smiling-all.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SRah602tUdI/AAAAAAAAACM/r3dtABvCJ4Q/s72-c/madiso6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-978567040029654499</id><published>2008-07-27T18:41:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:12.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SIzXmf5jYFI/AAAAAAAAABk/9sScdckB1Cc/s1600-h/Serious-Cat-Joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227790323868196946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SIzXmf5jYFI/AAAAAAAAABk/9sScdckB1Cc/s320/Serious-Cat-Joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will smile my sweet smile at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make you flash that 100 Watt smile too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the Joker, I am the evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the one who's gonna hurt you a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will come flying like a Batman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smoothly glide into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will take your troubles away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play music that will make you sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will laugh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you will do your clumsy dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will want to fall in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And leave the rest to chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just when you get comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guide you to the Roller Coster ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Promise to enjoy, sitting side by side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will love me for the rest of your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos it wont last too long a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll smile as I put your seat belts aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hug you, kiss you, and push you to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will smile my sweet smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;As I enjoy the music of your fall.&lt;br /&gt;I am the Joker, I am the evil.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who's gonna hurt you a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/20174637-978567040029654499?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/978567040029654499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=978567040029654499&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/978567040029654499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/978567040029654499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious??'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SIzXmf5jYFI/AAAAAAAAABk/9sScdckB1Cc/s72-c/Serious-Cat-Joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-7878378909020338576</id><published>2008-06-29T15:23:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:12.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spanked Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SGdwVCIaq0I/AAAAAAAAABc/LxvH8J-fH5Y/s1600-h/lost...bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217262199983745858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SGdwVCIaq0I/AAAAAAAAABc/LxvH8J-fH5Y/s320/lost...bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday when I was at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;The Sea was so noisy,&lt;br /&gt;Like children running crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there facing the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like God watching over his kids.&lt;br /&gt;The waves were like mere mortals,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out and kiss my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so big, I felt so proud.&lt;br /&gt;Until this one big splash of wave,&lt;br /&gt;Came and spoilt my shoes out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelped and came back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the whole scene had changed,&lt;br /&gt;I was this small and stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Who looked worried and got upset,&lt;br /&gt;As her pretty shoes got all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea roared with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;The waves looked on happily&lt;br /&gt;They had made mockery out of me,&lt;br /&gt;And were dancing in glory, feeling too pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the boy who was busy talking,&lt;br /&gt;I looked around if some one else had noticed.&lt;br /&gt;I looked pityingly at my not so-kissable feet&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sea and felt an evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Sighed and said “let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late you know.”&lt;br /&gt;I smiled my way back home,&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be the child,&lt;br /&gt;Who was acting too smart and had been spanked!&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/20174637-7878378909020338576?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/7878378909020338576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=7878378909020338576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/7878378909020338576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/7878378909020338576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiling-at-being-spanked.html' title='Spanked Right!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SGdwVCIaq0I/AAAAAAAAABc/LxvH8J-fH5Y/s72-c/lost...bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-329477701080398859</id><published>2008-06-22T12:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:12.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Hearts??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SF4M4DoRptI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzxM3SGNRwg/s1600-h/Queen_of_Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214619575728056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SF4M4DoRptI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzxM3SGNRwg/s320/Queen_of_Hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl who breaks Hearts... most often unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;The Boy who does the same… most often intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who wished she could call him some times to talk.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who calls her but she refuses to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who said he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;But turned chicken when it came to some real loving.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who said she loved him.&lt;br /&gt;And the other who was glad he dumped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl who says she cannot marry him.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who refuses to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who shows-off the watch he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who thinks she wears it because she still loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who is trying so hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who is trying so hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;The boy and girl who are trying to move on together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who wants to kiss every girl in sight.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who wants to be kissed by just one.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who does not let him kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;But holds his hand to sit real close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who makes her feel special.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who makes him feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who makes him feel like a God.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who makes her feel like the biggest fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who says he cannot love her.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who doesn't let this affect her.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who brightens up just by his phone call.&lt;br /&gt;And says nothing affects her at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-329477701080398859?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/329477701080398859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=329477701080398859&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/329477701080398859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/329477701080398859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl-who-broke-his-heart.html' title='Queen of Hearts??'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SF4M4DoRptI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzxM3SGNRwg/s72-c/Queen_of_Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-3452147649142823759</id><published>2008-06-08T13:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:13.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someday... Role Reversal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SEutx3HeDrI/AAAAAAAAABM/ltmFa2b6Bgw/s1600-h/ist2_1481357_cartoon_rainbow_with_clouds_vector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209448466104585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SEutx3HeDrI/AAAAAAAAABM/ltmFa2b6Bgw/s320/ist2_1481357_cartoon_rainbow_with_clouds_vector.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Someday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;on a rainy day like today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we'll start the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;at Not just Jazz by the Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You and I will fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;by the gray gray skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And on our way we'll stop by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for some bun maska and chai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We'll then go to the club,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Us under my pink umbrella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wearing shorts and floaters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;walking close to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We'll let the sea do the talking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;while we just sit on the bench,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;getting drenched in the rains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the splashing cold waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On a rainy day like today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we'll play role reversal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we will be beautiful, calm and blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;while the Arabian sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;looks at us in complete wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-3452147649142823759?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/3452147649142823759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=3452147649142823759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3452147649142823759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/3452147649142823759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-on-rainy-day-like-today-when-we.html' title='Someday... Role Reversal'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SEutx3HeDrI/AAAAAAAAABM/ltmFa2b6Bgw/s72-c/ist2_1481357_cartoon_rainbow_with_clouds_vector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-5500645132671998398</id><published>2008-05-28T22:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:25:51.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To the Boy Who...</title><content type='html'>To the boy who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked me to sleep almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;Corrected my grammer almost always at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;Bought me flowers that made the girls envy me.&lt;br /&gt;Gave the most warm and enduring hugs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Tried his best to make me sing with melody.&lt;br /&gt;Sang our favorite songs on the bike rides.&lt;br /&gt;Always forcefully made me do fruit shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Always got me home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Scolded me for getting too drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Bought me Gems so often that I got sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;Lost his Cell Phone and saw ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Was behind my first Tequilla shot.&lt;br /&gt;Was behind some of my best and worst moments.&lt;br /&gt;Faltered once but faltered bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll love you and miss you always.&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive but not forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-5500645132671998398?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/5500645132671998398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=5500645132671998398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/5500645132671998398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/5500645132671998398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-boy-who.html' title='To the Boy Who...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-625335536522807071</id><published>2008-05-27T00:35:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:13.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy High...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SDsRF2XVnwI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZtH0YUSm6CU/s1600-h/smilingmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772586547158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SDsRF2XVnwI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZtH0YUSm6CU/s320/smilingmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sitting by the Arabian Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holding hands and enjoying the breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watching the stars play hide and seek.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing times will change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so will we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing this time wont come back ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so making the most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On most days I know there is God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And mostly he takes my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then there are times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish for the stars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-625335536522807071?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/625335536522807071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=625335536522807071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/625335536522807071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/625335536522807071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-high.html' title='Happy High...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SDsRF2XVnwI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZtH0YUSm6CU/s72-c/smilingmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-6950467041184902641</id><published>2008-04-20T01:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:13.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And so we left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SApOeATpFYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MfHsAlcP7Oo/s1600-h/BIKE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SApOeATpFYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MfHsAlcP7Oo/s320/BIKE2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191047797883344258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so we left...&lt;br /&gt;on a hot sunny friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I were mad.&lt;br /&gt;I was amused with my madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for rains.&lt;br /&gt;I left it all on my luck.&lt;br /&gt;Wore a funny helmet and glares,&lt;br /&gt;Felt pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;and sat back to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;the long winding road,&lt;br /&gt;the green fields, and blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;the high mountains, and the low valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the journey,&lt;br /&gt;we had food.&lt;br /&gt;Bad food.&lt;br /&gt;Used the loo.&lt;br /&gt;Bad loo.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I am ever going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;I was amused with myself when I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained out of nowhere that day.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the breeze blowing through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I loved my God for taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;I loved my impulsive self.&lt;br /&gt;I loved that long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;It was my day!&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/20174637-6950467041184902641?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/6950467041184902641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=6950467041184902641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6950467041184902641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/6950467041184902641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-we-left.html' title='And so we left...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SApOeATpFYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MfHsAlcP7Oo/s72-c/BIKE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-8673947185964597266</id><published>2008-04-13T22:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:14.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some more of Long Island...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SAJFzKd5LbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cx9I4fD2--0/s1600-h/candy_floss_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SAJFzKd5LbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cx9I4fD2--0/s320/candy_floss_kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188786465969614258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am back... I wish I could say 'on popular demand.' :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll continue from where I left last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work has finally got a little exciting. Plus a li'l attention from boys at work is always good. Thats besides the point that I am totally incapable of handling that sort of attention and I get very tempted to call sis and ask for help. Then I scold myself and think... "Bharti, you are a big girl. Try and handle situations yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene at home is nothing worth writing about. Its exactly the same. Sis if you reading this... you remember those annoying weekends when you wish you would rather be at work than at home.... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. been listening to a lot of music lately. Nothing new as such... the same old al time favs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get Tasha married. There are 2 boy dogs I have in mind... But Tasha likes only one of them. Mom does not approve of either of them. So both Tasha and I have no option but to just get mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the most beautiful pair of shoes ever. They are so beautiful that all my clothes look bad in front of them. And so I end up wearing my same old clothes with same ol' comfy shoes... and let my beautiful shoes hatch eggs in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks anniversary this month. And instead of saving money... this particular month I have blown money like theres no tomorrow. Thought I'd buy dad a rocking chair and mum a nice beautiful set of Nakshatra diamonds. Needless to say I have given up the idea. But they say its the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if thats not enough, sis b'day at the end of this month. Sis, once again, in case you reading this, please make my life simple and tell me what you want?? and please for God's sake dont say clothes... you can not possibly ask for clothes as gift on your b'day. Your hubby dearest is there to supply that. Tell me something really nice and expensive. Something that I cant afford and still manage to buy. I dont know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna is the best thing that ever happened to mankind. Take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So few things I blew my money on... a perfume which I love, a bag which I am already waiting to get rid off, the worlds most beautiful ballerinas which I hardly get a chance to wear, a book that I think I have already read but cant seem to remember when and where, a notebook which cost me almost the same money as a Tantra T would... and that I know cos I bought 2 of those too. hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been keeping low lately... and sis told me when you feel low you must shop... and i always listen to good advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-8673947185964597266?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/8673947185964597266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=8673947185964597266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/8673947185964597266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/8673947185964597266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-more-of-long-island.html' title='Some more of Long Island...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/SAJFzKd5LbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cx9I4fD2--0/s72-c/candy_floss_kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-1949915213772024939</id><published>2008-04-06T00:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:03:34.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Long island iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;food of 3 people in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Missing my sis.&lt;br /&gt;Missing my roomies.&lt;br /&gt;Missing the boy I love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Missing my college.&lt;br /&gt;Music blaring in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;So loud that I can hardlly hear my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how suddenly everything has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is not the way I planned.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking eveyrthing is going worng. Including my spellings.&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Little more than I should...&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog...&lt;br /&gt;Little less than I should.&lt;br /&gt;I love the cake mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone inbox is full.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to delete any of the messages.&lt;br /&gt;They are my memories.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of all sorts of people.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to strawberry island.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Look down at the world.&lt;br /&gt;Look down upon the people who hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell all those people I love that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;That they are really lucky to get my love.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing a letter to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I will write to him.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall asleep while talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Just like good old days.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw away my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go traveling all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody to read this post.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody to comment on this post.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody to come too close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anybody to read this.&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I hate the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I want to slap the person who is still reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Ha... one tight virtual slap coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd did good by singing.&lt;br /&gt;Music is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a drive to Marine Drive.&lt;br /&gt;In a car with AC and music.&lt;br /&gt;With no talking.&lt;br /&gt;Only some kissing.&lt;br /&gt;and hand holding.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Long island iced tea...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me write rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt let me stop when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me introspective.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably dumb... oops.. sorry... numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-1949915213772024939?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/1949915213772024939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=1949915213772024939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/1949915213772024939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/1949915213772024939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/04/midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-1567462348315488867</id><published>2008-01-05T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:14.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun Trip to Jodhpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R3_PFPyaDvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4rzaq4kuQaM/s1600-h/rajasthan-women.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R3_PFPyaDvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4rzaq4kuQaM/s320/rajasthan-women.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152064187779387122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Went to Jodhpur for new years celebrations. My room mate is from jodhpur, so stayed at her place. Loved the city and the people there.  Not even one bad experience... only good memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I am going to write very briefly about Jodhpur and more about the train ride to and fro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;THE TRAIN RIDE&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the train ran late by few hours both while coming and going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The funniest thing about Indian trains are the people who travel in them. Wait for 30 minutes after the train starts, sometimes less than that, for the co-passengers, especially if they are middle aged uncles aunties to start asking you all sorts of questions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Its like they feel its their duty to find out where the other person is going, for what purpose, to meet whom, when is his trip ending etc. And as the journey progresses many more personal questions may follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway... Its something else that I have to mention about the train ride. I know we just keep comparing the kids today with our childhood days. But I was so surprised to see the change in the kind of games they play these days!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;They don't play 'ghar-ghar' or 'doctor-doctor' [;)] etc any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two small kids, bro &amp;amp; sis, as soon as the train started moving went up on the upper birth and called their mom to pass the burgers and the fries from the bag. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The time is around three in the afternoon. And I think, "Ahh... they have Mc. Donalds food for lunch! oohh... I am gonna feel so envious." Then I see the mom passing the burger and the fries and a softy too... but not the real kind!!!! They were plastic burgers and plastic fries and plastic softy... all looked like the Mc.Ds food.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And I see the kids start their game with the sis saying, " good evening sir, welcome to Mc. Donalds. What would you like to have... " Mc.Ds would be so happy if he reads this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Then there was this aunty who was extremely happy with her son who has recently become an army officer. So she made the old couple sitting opposite to her listen to the whole story about how dedicated and focused he was. And how we was the only one from the entire state to be shortlisted for NDA, and how difficult it is to get through the medical tests etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Once that was done, the old couple and aunty had by now become good friends. So they shared the dinner and other stories about todays kids and how spoilt they are, how parents dont have enough time for them... and basically.. i am sure you get the drift of it!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I was listening to the conversation feeling very amused and so was the guy sitting opposite to me. Cute guy. From IIT. Had a small chit chat session with him. Made fun of the aunty and her stories. Cribbed about our respective colleges' rules etc. The good thing that I liked about the guy... did not try to get too pally. Did not ask for my name leave alone any other personal details. His station came at 4 in the morning and we said plain simple good byes to each other. :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JODHPUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Saw the Mehrangarh Fort. It was so grand!! Amazing architecture!! You will be amazed with the strategy that has gone into making the fort. My advice to you if you ever happen to visit the fort, make sure you hire a guide when you buying the tickets. They tell you such interesting facts and stories and myths associated with the fort. Some amusing, some silly, and some stories make you want to go back to that era and be a King.  Fort was the best part of my trip!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The othere places included the palace - Ummed Bhavan Palace, Osia - on the outskirts of the city, place with sand dunes that we climbed and sat and saw the sun set. Our car broke down while coming back... so it was another added adventure to the already fun evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of nice open eating places like "On the rocks", Bal Summon... I have got the name wrong.. dont know how it is spelt, but it sounded something like that.  but it was another high point of the trip so have to mention it anyway. And then lot of just plain sight seeing and plenty of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A nice house party on New Years eve, complete with barbecue chicken,  alcohol,  games,  dance and music, and lots of yum food!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Wish you all a very happy new year! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-1567462348315488867?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/1567462348315488867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=1567462348315488867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/1567462348315488867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/1567462348315488867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-trip-to-jodhpur.html' title='Fun Trip to Jodhpur'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R3_PFPyaDvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4rzaq4kuQaM/s72-c/rajasthan-women.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-649696331766183866</id><published>2007-12-14T12:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:15.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Sis, With Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R2KHufyaDuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3K0Cuk2wsJQ/s1600-h/singin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R2KHufyaDuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3K0Cuk2wsJQ/s320/singin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143822957287182050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Having an elder sis is the best thing that ever happened to me. She got married last week and left Bombay to settle in a new city. I dedicate this post to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I always hated that she is older and gets to yell at me for no apparent reason.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She would order me around... &lt;i style=""&gt;its an altogether different thing that I half the time just      rebelled and refused to do what she would ask me to.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She would not let me hang around with her friends,      forcing me to go out and make my own. &lt;i&gt;Whatever little peoples' skill      that I have developed is all thanks to her. I am still an introvert... but      would have been worse if she had given me the choice of hanging out with      readymade friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She would yell at me for bad table manners. “Bharti      take small bites... don make so much noise with your plate, learn to use      fork and knife.. it'll help you later, etc etc.” &lt;i style=""&gt;Now when I see people struggling to eat continental food I invariably      think of sis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Scold me for not reading enough. She would start asking      me GK questions which I could never answer and I would hate her even more.      &lt;i style=""&gt;Only I know how much this has helped      me in my interviews now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ask me randomly the meaning of some difficult English      word and then tell me to look up the dictionary for the meaning. And I      would think... God what's her problem. &lt;i style=""&gt;Whenever      sometimes I need the dictionary I think of her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Listen to some annoying english songs and I would      think... hahh.. she is just trying to act too cool. &lt;i style=""&gt;Those same songs have now become my all time favorites&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;Almost all of my music knowledge is      thanks to her. Every song has a whole story of sis and me behind it&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Force me to converse in english with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Never let me take my studies too casually… until I reached      11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; when I scored badly and expected a long lecture from her.      She just said.. ah.. its cool… chill its 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.. you are not      supposed to study!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The best decision to leave Science and take up Arts in      college, that too with Economics majors - sis behind it all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She made sure I did my MBA before taking up any job.      And I am so grateful cos Symbi was one of the best things that ever      happened to me!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Over the years we grew up and we both had to deal with boys and the related madness. And that’s when we started bonding. Suddenly parents were the bad guys and we were the two new best friends. Those were such sweet and innocent days…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Any big or small problem and the first person I think of is her. She so perfect in everything she does. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I haven’t seen anybody more independent than her.She moved to Delhi on her own, travelled the world, she always wanted to go on a European trip with a friend and she amazed me when she actually did it!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stubborn, understanding, wild, mature, catty, adorable, determined, confused, brilliant, stupid, child-like, mother-like, creative, vociferous, gizmo freak, Tasha’s favorite, my partner in crime.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Miss you so much sissooo… the room isn’t half as lively without you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-649696331766183866?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/649696331766183866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=649696331766183866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/649696331766183866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/649696331766183866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-sis-with-love.html' title='To Sis, With Love...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/R2KHufyaDuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3K0Cuk2wsJQ/s72-c/singin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-870458882806340855</id><published>2007-06-19T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:15.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/RneVxDZGxDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NsU-1PL46vs/s1600-h/542856885_28471b1f07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077691774840259634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/RneVxDZGxDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NsU-1PL46vs/s320/542856885_28471b1f07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I write about my dog. Tasha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She is a lab. One year old. Mad. Lazy. Greedy. Fat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The best thing about her is that she loves me!!!!!! :) haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was never much of a dog lover. When she came home, like mom, even I wanted her to be sent back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then when it was decided that she is going to stay, I thought she is never going to like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But soon enough she started liking me. And better still, she would look very happy when I came back from somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Since she started liking me, I started liking her too. Then I used make her sit in my lap. A sweet mistake that I am glad I made. She is a BIG dog now. But she still loves to sit in my lap. Tries her best to fit in it. A lot of time she even falls asleep in that uncomfortable pose in my small lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are a few things she does that I will never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like her getting extremely happy and amused after peeing. She starts jumping and dancing as soon as she releaves herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then she gets very upset when one of go inside the bathroom. She tries her best to open the door or somehow manage to get inside from the thin gap between the door and the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How she understands mom completely is another mystery. Its as if they both are having a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She looovvveeessss to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thats her in the pic. Sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/20174637-870458882806340855?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/870458882806340855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=870458882806340855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/870458882806340855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/870458882806340855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-my-dog.html' title='I love my dog'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/RneVxDZGxDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NsU-1PL46vs/s72-c/542856885_28471b1f07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-457907121747740429</id><published>2007-02-25T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:58:15.691+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mind your head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ReFfXH3huOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nz7_xUbIG20/s1600-h/Image(715).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035410709230500066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ReFfXH3huOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nz7_xUbIG20/s320/Image(715).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;living in a campus full of aspiring CEOs can be so crazy sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;everybody is such an enthu cutlet here that i sometimes feel that probably something is wrong with me! the other day, this prof said... i want some six of you to give a ppt on retail.. so please volunteer. some sixty hands went up!!! everybody wanted to give a silly ppt... the poor prof had to actually choose six names from a draw of chits!! and as he took out each chit and announced the names... everyone clapped and congratulated the lucky guy. i seriously could not believe that something like this could happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;MBAs are such confident liars that it amazes me. I myself am trying to develop this quality in me. it is extremely helpful in the interviews. this guy i know was giving an interview and when asked for preferred location said, "sir i cannot work anywhere but in the metros or goa. cos i have this rare disease and the medicines are available only in the metroes or goa." on asking what is this rare disease that he has, he says, my RBCs start converting to WBCs every few months and since foreigners are more prone to this disorder, goa also has a good supply of the medicines reqd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;it is hilarious the way people jump out of the windows in the classrooms just after the attendance is taken and before the prof comes to the class. then later on the notice board we see the names of those students as being asked to give a written explanation as to why they jumped out of the windows and that they are red listed from placements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;we go out in a bus together, the bus doesnt start, the driver asks the guys to get down and give the bus a push, the guys actually make the driver get down saying he doesnt know how to drive the bus and that they will start it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;its seriously difficult to &lt;em&gt;mind your head&lt;/em&gt; in this mad house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-457907121747740429?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/457907121747740429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=457907121747740429&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/457907121747740429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/457907121747740429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2007/02/mind-your-head.html' title='mind your head!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/ReFfXH3huOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nz7_xUbIG20/s72-c/Image(715).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-116383596298297813</id><published>2006-11-18T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:18:42.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/26392372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/26392372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there is this place in pune called Lavasa Dam... a half built dam.. about an hour ride from the place i stay... right between the mountains.. and a river...not many people know about this place... the place is so beautiful that its difficult to express in words... especially for me as I am no good with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had gone there with friends... stayed on the dam... thankfully it was a clear night.. so the stars were out... was a full moon night... had food and drinks there... we all got a little high there...&lt;br /&gt;at one point... everyone... atleast most of us got senti over our past love-lifes... and sometime later we couldnt stop laughing for no reason at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday we went to this place which is near the airforce base in pune... it has small hills... the place was used by the airforce as target-zone... but not anymore as we could see some civilization there. anyway... climbed one of those hills... sat there for a while and saw the fighter planes.. from far away... taking off every two minutes... saw a big crater near by.. laughed at the thought that what if they suddenly decide to practice their targets once again in the same place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and learning to ride an enfield.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(the pic above is at lavasa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-116383596298297813?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/116383596298297813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=116383596298297813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116383596298297813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116383596298297813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-stuff.html' title='fun stuff....'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-116343085099707901</id><published>2006-11-13T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:44:14.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ka-ching...</title><content type='html'>I am studying in a B-school. Its the month of november. The placement season. Downstairs seniors are going crazy with their gds and interviews... competing for a job with their best pals... worrying themsleves sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the following song by Ms.Twain should be taken as the anthem for any B-school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a greedy little world&lt;br /&gt;That teaches every little boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;To earn as much as they can possibly&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and&lt;br /&gt;Spend it foolishly&lt;br /&gt;We've created us a credit card mess&lt;br /&gt;We spend the money we don't possess&lt;br /&gt;Our religion is to go and blow it all&lt;br /&gt;So it's shoppin' every Sunday at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever want is more&lt;br /&gt;A lot more than we had before&lt;br /&gt;So take me to the nearest store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it ring&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;The happiness it brings&lt;br /&gt;You'll live like a king&lt;br /&gt;With lots of money and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're broke go and get a loan&lt;br /&gt;Take out another mortgage on your home&lt;br /&gt;Consolidate so you can afford&lt;br /&gt;To go and spend some more when you get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever want is more&lt;br /&gt;A lot more than we had before&lt;br /&gt;So take me to the nearest store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it ring&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;The happiness it brings&lt;br /&gt;You'll live like a king&lt;br /&gt;With lots of money and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's swing&lt;br /&gt;Dig deeper in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, ha&lt;br /&gt;Come on I know you've got it&lt;br /&gt;Dig deeper in your wallet&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever want is more&lt;br /&gt;A lot more than we had before&lt;br /&gt;So take me to the nearest store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it ring&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;The happiness it brings&lt;br /&gt;You'll live like a king&lt;br /&gt;With lots of money and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it ring&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;You'll live like a king&lt;br /&gt;With lots of money and things&lt;br /&gt;Ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Ka Ching means the sound a cash register makes. Used for something worth a lot of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-116343085099707901?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/116343085099707901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=116343085099707901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116343085099707901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116343085099707901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/11/ka-ching.html' title='ka-ching...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-116160238607775636</id><published>2006-10-23T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:52:02.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeyyy!!! I get to write here... after sooooooo long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't write for such a long gap not because I felt lazy... i wanted to write so many things so many times... but the college wi-fi has something against this site... it just wouldnt open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I am home... for diwali.. with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PA210080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a nice fast internet connection.. so i write.. and you read!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh btw...... HAPPY DIWALI!!!So much has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happened in the past months that I dont know where to start from. But there is this one thing in my head which I need to put in here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once I was sitting with a friend of mine and he was showing me his old college pics... at some point, pics of his ex-girlfriend came up. I could see he was a little uncomfortable. Then what he did is... he selected all those pics and deleted them all. And I asked, "why did you do that?" he was like... "Well... you have to move on in life sometimes... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought to myself... "If only we could move on with life just by clicking on the 'delete' button.If only we could get rid of all the bad memories and save only the good ones. If only our brain also had a delete button... life would have been so simple then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... some more on the insti where I am staying... people are sweet there... but after spending 3 months there, I have started understanding few things much better.. like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"survival of the fittest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dude... Life isnt fair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good room-mates means I am lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be nice to all, even the people you dont like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spend carefully, but that doesnt mean make others spend on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes you should do things which dont make any sense... just for the sake of your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PA210076.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/PA210076.9.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All said and done... its fun there but sometimes it gets very lonely... and when I do get lonely I miss all the old friends, people I am not in touch with anymore, sis, tasha... everyone. :( But now I know whenever I feel that way... all I have to do is catch hold of my roomie... and go have a good meal somewhere... followed by a good mango ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm... no wonder the whole world tells me I've put on weight!! :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what the hell.... smile!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-116160238607775636?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/116160238607775636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=116160238607775636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116160238607775636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/116160238607775636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/10/smile_23.html' title='Smile... :-)'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115610889556834347</id><published>2006-08-21T02:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:54:14.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is the best medicine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished working on a report and presentation that we need to submit tomorrow. My roomie is still working on hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she and her group mates are still trying to figure out the topic that they can work on. They are under so much stress that they cant stop laughing. One of them laughed so hard that she fell from her chair. Another one is drunk. And the third one cant stop cracking really sad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God comes to their rescue tomorrow.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115610889556834347?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115610889556834347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115610889556834347&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115610889556834347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115610889556834347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/08/laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter is the best medicine...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115601871360372110</id><published>2006-08-20T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:09:55.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My happy B'day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/simsiites.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/simsiites.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of my classmates here in the pic... nice they look in the uniforms.. dont they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my Bday on the 15th. Happy Birthday to me!! :) Had loads of fun. Did a lot of things that I havent done before, recieved some really sweet gifts and good wishes, saw Rang de once again as they played it in the college audi as part of Independence day celebrations, sis came over... so basically had a great time. If only Bdays would come a litle more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been doing everything but studying. Somehow am never able to take time out for books. Getting a little worried now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to write about... like the crazy seniors, the wierd girls in the hostel, my silly roomies, a lot of boring guys and a few interesting guys here, the never- ending lectures, the hostel food, the interesting city, the friend whose laptop I am using right now... would have written all about this, if this blog was anonymous. Guess I'll open a new blog and write all this there.:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115601871360372110?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115601871360372110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115601871360372110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115601871360372110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115601871360372110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-happy-bday.html' title='My happy B&apos;day :)'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115461854485629762</id><published>2006-08-03T20:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:56:20.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I hate Orkut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I never wanted to join Orkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The other day, was forced to sit in the comp lab for 3 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dint have anything better to do, so joined Orkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And guess what, I was so right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I hate Orkut even more now. :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115461854485629762?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115461854485629762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115461854485629762&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115461854485629762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115461854485629762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-orkut.html' title='I hate Orkut!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115410007473861519</id><published>2006-07-28T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:01:56.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fresher's life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Things that I have been doing in the past few days :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wearing sarees day in and day out. Have started draping it pretty well now I think.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Roaming around in college dressed as a clown. That was for the fresher's day, where our class theme was Circus.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Roaming around dressed as a gypsy, that was also for the Fresher's event.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Eating crappy snacks late in the night, something I hate to do but end up doing it almost every day.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleeping in class. I hate to admit this but ya... I have actually dozed off in quite a few lectures.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh btw... talking about the fresher's day, we had Fresher's party yesterday where I went dressed as a gypsy and a lot of other batchmates came in dressed in their themes like English Summer, rag pickers etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Had fun in the party but you can trust the seniors to come up with the most crazy ideas. When the music stopped sometime after 12, they asked us to assemble in the lawn. The place was muddy and dirty due to the rains. They asked us to sit there, dirty our clothes, then stand up again, made us take a pledge and then congratulated us for becoming a part of the college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weird I say... but fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I am so sick of wearing sarees. And I dont know when is this saree business going to end. We all thought that after the Fresher's day we get to chuck the sarees but today they announced that we dont. Oh no!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday. I am hoping I get to come to Bombay over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115410007473861519?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115410007473861519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115410007473861519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115410007473861519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115410007473861519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/07/freshers-life.html' title='Fresher&apos;s life....'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115280049424308435</id><published>2006-07-13T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:51:34.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah... long time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can say... have been keeping a little busy! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I have joined my B-School, orientation is going on, which basically means a month long period where we go for a jog at six, come back by 7, drape saris and go for lectures that start at 7.30 and go on till 9.30 - 10.30, then come back to our rooms and worry about some 4-5 presentations that need to be submitted the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its fun, although every morning I cry when I have to wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first business exercise today... worked in a hotel... will write about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone still read my blog btw??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115280049424308435?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115280049424308435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115280049424308435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115280049424308435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115280049424308435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115164193302565227</id><published>2006-06-30T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:02:13.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/zzzkjurhgu12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/zzzkjurhgu12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/gapingvoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/gapingvoid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/gaping_void_cartoon_2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/gaping_void_cartoon_2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115164193302565227?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115164193302565227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115164193302565227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115164193302565227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115164193302565227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging.html' title='Blogging!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115147812985853288</id><published>2006-06-28T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:32:09.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Few days before I leave town. I am surprised I am not half as excited as I thought I would be. I am not counting days... cos wen I do it makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If only I could stop thinking about all the things that would change once I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115147812985853288?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115147812985853288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115147812985853288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115147812985853288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115147812985853288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115096177096532513</id><published>2006-06-22T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:06:53.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://&lt;a%20href=/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px" height="100" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/3779/71d426433wa.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is in continuation to my previous post... everyone included there except sis, (I am a li'l scared of her) this is what I have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115096177096532513?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115096177096532513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115096177096532513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115096177096532513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115096177096532513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-angry.html' title='Still angry'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115074692268823122</id><published>2006-06-20T00:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:02:54.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lion King??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/ani30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/ani30.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I read this about my star-sign just now. And God!!! After the past week where I ended up messing up with a lot of people like sis, the smart Donkey, F, some dumb donkeys, I am beginning to wonder how true this is....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;those ruled by Leo are prone to ride over their own faults so naturally that apparently, they are not even aware of such faults. In fact, the very exuberance of a Leo subject can manifest itself in the form of a show-off...but he or she will doubtless feel above any such criticism. Thus, when Leo natives honestly believe they are right, it is assumed that all critics must necessarily be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Hmmm... but I really cant see my mistake anywhere in any of the mess-ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Ok... I know wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;h sis it was partly my fault, but she is such a big Lecture Queen sometimes that I get bugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Thats it. Nowhere else was it my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;The smart donkey is just too self-absorbed and focuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;d. I cant blame him or myself for the mess up. But its really sad that things turned out the way they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And as for the dumb donkeys, the only fault that I can think of is that I didnt really tell them how crazy they all are!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Oh all this Zodiac thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ngie is nonsensical!!! I dont think it makes any sense. Errr... it doesnt na?? :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115074692268823122?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115074692268823122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115074692268823122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115074692268823122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115074692268823122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/lion-king.html' title='Lion King??'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115062451204146786</id><published>2006-06-18T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:39:21.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Although I have been holidaying for very long now, weekends always make me happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday, though I dont watch TV much, I ended up watching 3 movies!! Broke family record... no one in my family has done anything like this before. Was telling dad bout this, somehow, I didnt get the "I am proud of you beta" expression. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Morning at around 12, there was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt; on HBO. Nice, funny movie, perfect to just sit back and watch while playing with my dog. (&lt;em&gt;In case you are wondering, Tasha is doing well, has finally started liking me I think, and does jump on me when I get back home if she is not busy sleeping or eating.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The next movie, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rainman&lt;/span&gt;, I and sis saw it together. At around 4 in the evening. Thats the time I like to sleep. But decided to skip my afternoon nap for this movie. Sweet story. I dont like Tom Cruise much, but somehow I end up liking all his movies. Dustin Hoffman was adorable in it. Infact I and sis were talking like him today... "Uh oh! This is not my bed. This is definitely not my bed." hehe... very nice movie, thought it was a little slow though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And in the night the cable guy put &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gangster&lt;/span&gt;. A friend of mine was telling me that we should go for it. But somehow we didnt really end up going. Saw it yesterday and really enjoyed it. Liked the songs too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of the three, the best one was I think, mmm... Rainman. And 50 first dates. And Gangster too. Errr... I cant choose. Take my advice and watch them all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115062451204146786?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115062451204146786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115062451204146786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115062451204146786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115062451204146786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/movies.html' title='Movies...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-115017201386518225</id><published>2006-06-12T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:43:33.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Monster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Shwetsieeee... Happy Birthday babes!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Btw, since you just got your very first stipend, you bloody well take us to some good place for the treat. No excuses this time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love u..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mmwuah.. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-115017201386518225?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/115017201386518225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=115017201386518225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115017201386518225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/115017201386518225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-bday-monster.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Monster!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114945168754154647</id><published>2006-06-05T01:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:40:33.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>City I love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/bombay%20skyrise%20better.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/bombay%20skyrise%20better.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/bombay%20skyrise%20better.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/P5260108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/P5260108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey these are a few pics that I have taken, and since I am not much of a photographer, I am too proud of these pics!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is the view from my home. Aint it pretttttttyyyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that its usully cloudy and breezy, its even more fun!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll ever get a house of my own with a location and a view like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. both the pics are taken from the same balcony!! Hehehe... If it weren't for those buildings, I would have forgotten that I live in Bombay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114945168754154647?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114945168754154647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114945168754154647&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114945168754154647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114945168754154647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/06/city-i-love.html' title='City I love....'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114822995050857993</id><published>2006-05-21T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:12:15.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The New Cleavage???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/crack3hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/crack3hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, before I start, let me warn you... you may find this post silly, senseless, or may be even gross or scandalizing. (&lt;em&gt;Ya... I know... so whats new with that?)&lt;/em&gt; But its something that I have observed and wondered for so long that I have to put it up here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know Low waist jeans are in, they look cool, and even I like to wear them. But then came the new ones - ultra-low waist jeans. I have never really worn them, and I dont think I'll ever wear them. (&lt;em&gt;may be I am not cool enough&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, now the thing is when people wear these jeans, mostly they are so low, that when they sit, their bum-crack can be seen. I personally think it looks damn gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was asking sis if she thinks its gross too or am I just being too fussy? Well... thankfully she did make a disgusted face. (&lt;em&gt;m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y sis prefers to talk less and express more. So mostly its her facial expressions that do the talking&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway... getting back to the point... she has a theory behind this bum crack showing business. She says that may be its the New Cleavage. Like how people show off their cleavage, may be the bum-crack is the new thing to be shown off. Eeeewwwww!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hope thats not true. I think she's just plane crazy to even think of something like that. Oh God... please dont this be true!! :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114822995050857993?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114822995050857993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114822995050857993&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114822995050857993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114822995050857993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-cleavage.html' title='The New Cleavage???'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114807062115443023</id><published>2006-05-20T01:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:08:57.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank God there are friends and phones!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC310531.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/PC310531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC310531.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Really... What would I have done without the phone and my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/lounge.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Had a looooooong conversation with a close friend. Didnt know how to tell her what I was really feeling untill I actually spoke to her. And she gave me such an honest advice that I was actually laughing out aloud at my foolishness. And thanks to her I am out of a big mess, atleast for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Shwets... but stop calling me fish!!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;And ya Dharti... I love you too... you do always put me in trouble though with all the phone calls to the wrong people at the wrong time!!! hehehehe.... :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(Thats them in the pic here.... dont get fooled by their smiles...they were busy fighting when I took this photo, they just ended up looking so cute in the pic together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114807062115443023?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114807062115443023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114807062115443023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114807062115443023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114807062115443023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-god-there-are-friends-and-phones.html' title='Thank God there are friends and phones!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114710287441898446</id><published>2006-05-06T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:15:42.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/lgfireworks2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/lgfireworks2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/lgfireworks2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rockets bursting in the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People congratulating the newly-married couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flowers everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A bench facing the Arabian Sea... High tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A man singing beautiful love songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114710287441898446?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114710287441898446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114710287441898446&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114710287441898446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114710287441898446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonderful-dream.html' title='Wonderful dream...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114383541071877833</id><published>2006-05-01T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:48:24.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/ballon3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/ballon3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;It was sis's Bday on the 29th of this month. Wanted to post something here then, but had internet problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Hey Sis.... Belated happy Bday. I am still waiting for my return gift.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a cool sis to have. But she can get really crazy at times!! I cant really blame her for her madness cos she does have too much work stress. But I really am pretty amazed by what this fast paced, high stress life can do to people. (The pic I have put here is exactly what she looks like when shes in one of her crazy moods.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see her in the morning when she barely manages to wake up at 8 for a 9 o'clock meeting at Andheri. Then she runs around the house like a mad woman, makes me iron her clothes, and then sings Nirvana songs in hindi... ya.. she can sing Man who sold the world in hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see her sing Moonshadow and Staying alive. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cant let a day pass without telling me how to sneeze. She thinks that when I go to a hostel I am gonna have a huge problem cos my roommates wont be as tolerant as she is towards me and my nose. She has actually tried giving me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sneezing lessons&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Its a differnet thing that I refuse to listen to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Honking cabbies drive her mad. Actually anybody who honks gets on her nerves. If shes in a cab whose driver honks a little more than needed... hes had it!! A long lecture follows, which I am pretty sure the cabbie doesnt even realise is being given to him cos he continues honking anyway. But that doesnt deter her... She actually says things like... "No... You should not honk. Its very bad. Its wrong. You will not honk again!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Another thing that she does almost every night is... just lie down on her bed, pick up things lying around her... like pens, bags, newspapers, remote control etc... and throw them around on the floor. Thats the way she clears up the bed. And no... It doesnt stop there.. after this she actually gets up to see where exactly did the stuff fall and then says in a very soft voice "oh no!" I have no idea why that "oh no" follows... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;She usually doesnt eat much when shes at home... atleast eats much less than me n bro. But whenever once in a while she visits my blog, the comment that she posts is... "I am hungry. Give me food." I have never understood how in the world does my blog remind her of food??!! Just how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even managed to brake the comp mouse the other day. I saw the way she broke it. She was playing Minesweeper, the mouse was giving her trouble, she got a little annoyed and... banged the mouse some 5-6 times on the desk. The same "oh no!" followed and our only mouse was dead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.... But thanks to her craziness... home is so much more fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Luv u lot sis.... mmmwuah... :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114383541071877833?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114383541071877833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114383541071877833&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114383541071877833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114383541071877833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis!!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114597600562071553</id><published>2006-04-25T19:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:07:41.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I dont know what is it about the eyes... how they just manage to say things which we try our best to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I meet an old friend and more than the smile on his face its his eyes that catch my attention. The eyes just say it all....if the person is really pleased to see me after so long, or its just a smile with no feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This is why when I lie to someone&lt;/span&gt; c&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;lose, I always avoid eye-contact.... its so much easier to lie over the phone or internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The best is the way eyes express anger. Some people scream and yell when they are angry... their anger doesnt bother me much. But some people will not say anything, they just have to give you that look.... and you know you are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No matter how much I laugh and pretend to look happy when I am with my friends, if something is troubling me inside, I am sure to recieve an SMS later from my friend saying... "You dint seem to be your usual self... somethings bothering you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The best example is when your eyes meet with a stanger's in a coffee shop or pub or any such place. Its just the look that the stranger gives.... that either makes you feel pleased with yourself or makes you feel like pouring the coffee over that person's head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Its really wierd!!! How do the eyes do it?? The nose never says anything!! Half the time we dont even realise that its there. The same with our ears. I have never heard anyone telling me, "oh you have got such expressive ears!" or "I know you are not telling me the truth, your ears say it all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wierd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114597600562071553?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114597600562071553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114597600562071553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114597600562071553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114597600562071553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyes.html' title='Eyes....'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114502157472709063</id><published>2006-04-14T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:48:06.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tasha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/Dot%20-%202nd%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/Dot%20-%202nd%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Guys... We got a small pup home!!! Its a baby lab.... and you have to see her to believe how adorable she is!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shes a month old, is tiny, has a funny bark, is in love with mom and dad... doesnt really like me much i think.. :( But thats ok... shes a baby right now, very soon I am gonna become her favorite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have decided to call her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everyday when I go to work, I can hardly wait to get back home and play with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh... one sad thing... took her to the vet, and the doctor said that shes very weak and needs a lot of care! I hope she'll become big and ferocious soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114502157472709063?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114502157472709063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114502157472709063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114502157472709063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114502157472709063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/04/tasha.html' title='Tasha!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114474576557545876</id><published>2006-04-14T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:49:23.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me... a working girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have joined my old workplace BNP Paribas once again for a month. (I started from the 1st of April actually... Just didint get time to post earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the good thing about working with just a Bachelors Degree is that no one really expects you to know anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As its a bank, all the work involves using Excel. When I had joined, I had absolutely no idea about excel, the concept of linking one sheet to another, data filter, etc. But thankfully my boss was really patient with me. I still am not really the queen of excel, but I do know a lot more than before. I have even learnt many keyboard short-cuts!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the office treat me and the other trainees like kids. Do a mistake and their reaction is like, "oh... I was waiting for that to happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a few days old in my Bank, I once credited and debited an amount from the same account. And for almost a week my boss kept saying that he feels something is amiss. Finally he took some time out, sat down and opened all the old records and saw what I have done. Now when I think of it I find the whole episode funny... but that time I felt like such a fool... hehe.. And all my boss said was, "Did you understand where you went wrong? If you take out money from an account and put that money back in the same account, you, in other words havent really made any change to the account! Now take XYZ's help and correct the entry." :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I dont like about being just a Trainee is that I dont get to talk to the CFO much. Have just heard him talk on the phone sometimes. Doesnt really sound very impressive to me. But still... he is the CFO, something I'd very much like to be someday. Then I think I'll take some time out to talk to all the trainees working in my company and I'll leave them completley speechless!!! hehe... I hope the day arrives soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... Ppl in my department call me Bhagat Singh!!! And now when I joined back... they were like... "bhagat.. we missed you while watching Rang De...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.. they all are... But I am glad I am working with them... made my first job experience very pleasant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114474576557545876?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114474576557545876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114474576557545876&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114474576557545876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114474576557545876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-working-girl.html' title='Me... a working girl!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114148262055857338</id><published>2006-04-02T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:32:04.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday morning... Been home alone since morning... Listening to music... Thought I'll just share the thoughts that come to my head whenever I hear these songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lovey dovey songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I feel fine - Beatles. (ah... How I love this one. Its the cutest song ever!! Makes me laugh everytime I hear it.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Spooky - Dusty Springfield. (Love the music and its pretty apt sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Change the world - Eric Clapton (Jus like the song... The lyrics are like our bollywood songs.. far fetched..hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crazy fun songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mama Mia, Money money money - Abba. (I love both these songs.. especially the first one. Used to be my good luck song too. and ya... reminds me of a very stupid guy. :-D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Voulez Vous - Abba (My sis n bro cant stand this song!! hehehe...that makes me like it all the more. You have to see the way they both react whenever I listen to it!! Infact, I was even going to put it as my caller tone... they vowed they will never call me then. so I gave up the idea.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Annoying, irritating songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Annie's song - John Denver (Someone told me 'the day some guy dedicates this song to you, you will start liking it. If I know myself well, I think it'll make me run miles away from that guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When I fall in love - Nat King Cole (This one makes no sense to me. And I dont like the lyrics at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Free as a bird - Beatles. (sis loves this one... and the day she remebers that this song exists... I am forced to listen to it some ten times in one go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sad, nice, goodbye songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hey thats no way to say goodbye - Leonard Cohen (The only song of his that I like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Take a bow - Madonna (Another goodluck song of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This used to be my playground - Madonna. (I am not sure if this is really a goodbye song... but atleast for me it is in many ways.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will survive - Fashion Nugget (hahahahaha... the guy sounds so helpless and revengeful!! Fantastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Wild wild world - Mr.Big  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Songs with funny memories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Don't cry for me Argentina - Madonna (hahaha... its something very silly... but the song always makes me laugh when I think bout it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;18 till I die - Bryan Adams (When I first heard this song... I thot the singer is going to die when he turns 18. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Top of the world - Carpenters (My hostel song... The carpenters would have given up singing if they had ever heard me and my roomies sing this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Cotton eyed Joe - Rednex (childhood song... one of the first english songs that I heard and liked... used to even dance on this one. And dancing is something I dont really like much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Staying alive - Bee gees (LOL.... cant really mention the reason..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Come as you are - Nirvana (Reminds me of college and the BMS class which had a few interesting guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114148262055857338?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114148262055857338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114148262055857338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114148262055857338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114148262055857338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/04/songs.html' title='Songs...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114309723195969825</id><published>2006-03-23T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:56:25.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Milkman of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;India's most famous doodhwala, father of the White Revolution, the person behind the success of the Indian megabrand Amul, the man who took the Taste of India to 30 foreign countries and brought worldwide recognition to the cooperative dairy program - "Operation Flood", &lt;strong&gt;Dr.Verghese Kurien&lt;/strong&gt;, the man who single-handedly changed the face of dairy movement in the country, resigned from his post (Chairman of Gujarat Cooperative Milk Marketing Federation Ltd) on 20th March '06 after serving for 34 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think he is trully remarkable. He is the one who actually recognized the true potentiel of the villages in India brought 1 crore farmers together and alleviated the rural economy of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is from one of his interviews:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: What would you do if you were to become India's Agriculture Minister tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My first step would be to step down as chairman of the Indian Council of Agricultural Research (ICAR) of which the Minister is the automatic chairman. And from 90 I would reduce the number of ICAR members to 12. Having 90 members is virtually running a circus. The researchers would get just 50 per cent of their research cost from the Government coffers. The rest would come from the industry. That way they would be answerable to the industry and would also get rewards for their good work from the beneficiaries. Besides, I would trim the bureaucracy and instead create independent, democratic structures which people themselves would command. In short I would ensure that Krishi Bhavan is a true Krishi Bhavan and not a 'Kursi' Bhavan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love this man. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And what I love more is the Amul marketing strategy. Their "Utterly butterly delicious" hoardings and their tounge-in-cheek messages in Mumbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/various_2005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/various_2005_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Check this one out... its on the ownership issue in the Reliance group between brothers Mukesh and Anil Ambani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some more of these ads, you can click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amulgreetings.com/"&gt;http://www.amulgreetings.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114309723195969825?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114309723195969825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114309723195969825&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114309723195969825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114309723195969825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/03/milkman-of-india.html' title='The Milkman of India'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114262195043874364</id><published>2006-03-17T22:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:14:36.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live, learn and pass it on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was going through the book, 'Live learn and pass it on" (Vol II). I have read it many times before and I dont think I'll ever get tired of reading this book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some of my favourite lessons from the book are the following:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that if these are supposed to be the best years of my life, I'm in for a bumpy ride. - &lt;/em&gt;Age 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that when you have an older brother who is much larger than you, he's always right. -&lt;/em&gt; Age 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that no matter how much a friend promises not to tell anyone else, she always does. - &lt;/em&gt;Age 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that getting up early is a problem for me and my mom. - &lt;/em&gt;Age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that if you are in a relationship with someone who doesnt believe in you, you should get out before you stop believing in yourself. &lt;/em&gt;-Age 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Brings me to things that I have learnt in my 21 yrs of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that I shouldnt feel sorry for being nasty to my bro when I see him sleeping, he totally deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that when I go for window shopping, I shouldn't carry my debit card with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that working immediately after graduation is a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that I should keep my mouth shut when I am angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that if a friend finds some fault in all my friends, there's something wrong with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learned that I always feel happy when I recieve comments for my posts and when my profile views increase.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Things I wish some people would learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;To reply to emails, smses and phone calls. Its really impolite to not do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;To not poke their nose in other persons love life or personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;To dress up well and look neat when they go outside, especially if they are going to meet a girl. (I m talking about boys here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;To not carry little children everywhere, and if they do, then atleast keep them away from me. (little girls especially)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;To resist from sayin, "I told you so" or "oh I always knew this was going to happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114262195043874364?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114262195043874364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114262195043874364&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114262195043874364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114262195043874364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/03/live-learn-and-pass-it-on.html' title='Live, learn and pass it on.'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114192147775447786</id><published>2006-03-09T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:04:53.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rains!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/Revvy_Rain.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/Revvy_Rain.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/400/Revvy_Rain.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up to the sounds of thunder!!! Was pleasantly surprised to see a cloudy day. It rained today, and its so breezy outside! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And the best part... I saw TWO rainbows in one evening!! Yeyyyy!!! Rainbows bring goodluck... or thats what I like to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/rains%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/400/rains%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The other thing is, I dont have the headache of exams, assignments or project submission right now. So all I did was... JUST ENJOY THE WEATHER!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Did some free lancing in the morning, slept in the afternoon, went for a walk and coffee in the evening, and now I am listen to loud music!! Been singing nice rain songs since morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And in case you are wondering whats the big deal with rains... Well... its been really hot here in the past few weeks. And secondly, it usually doesnt rain in March. Rains come only in June and stay till August... So... me is feeling very happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If only everyday is like this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114192147775447786?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114192147775447786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114192147775447786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114192147775447786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114192147775447786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/03/rains.html' title='Rains!!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114184622671819885</id><published>2006-03-09T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:59:38.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BAN BEGGING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;In Bombay, and maybe in the whole of India, they just keep bothering with stupid things like ban dance bars, ban valentines day, ban short skirts in colleges, raid discotheques and god knows what all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;One thing that they really need to deal with is Beggars!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;BAN BEGGING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Why I am saying all this is cos today I saw this really sad scene at Santacruz station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;A child not more than 4 yrs of age, without his arms, was sitting at the station, with a piece of cloth neatly spread before him,in which few passers by had tossed a few coins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;How in the world did this kid manage to lose both his hands?? And even if he did lose his hands in a freak accident (something which I find hard to believe), how can anybody just leave him alone there to beg??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;It just proves begging is the most horrible crime being commited. I wonder what food that small child got from the money he collected. Its really sad... the child was so small that I dont think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;he even knew that the small coins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;lying in front of him can get him some food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I tried the child helpline no. It said the no. is invalid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And then like many others, I too cursed the Mumbai Police... and went on with my daily work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114184622671819885?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114184622671819885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114184622671819885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114184622671819885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114184622671819885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/03/ban-begging.html' title='BAN BEGGING!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114123235689232985</id><published>2006-03-01T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:31:21.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yipppeeeee!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yipppppeeee!!! Got through SIMS Pune!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway... This is Upen Patel (model turned actor) in an interview -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My body loves : Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My abs love : to show off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I care for my hands with : Cocoa butter cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What keeps me energised : My love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114123235689232985?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114123235689232985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114123235689232985&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114123235689232985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114123235689232985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/03/yipppeeeee.html' title='Yipppeeeee!!!!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114079671328140605</id><published>2006-02-24T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:03:47.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE HIPPOPOTAMUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/hippo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Made a few additions to the sidebar. Feeling very pleased with myself!!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the day before yesterday, as I was coming out of a theatre, I saw a hippopotamus sitting outside!!!! Can you believe that!! Even I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hen I was a kid, someone once told me the story of a hippo in a jungle who made fun of all the animals, until the animals got tired of him and showed him a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what... The Hippo I saw outside the theatre was this same story hippo. The sad thing was that this hippo didn't remember the sight it had once seen in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114079671328140605?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114079671328140605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114079671328140605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114079671328140605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114079671328140605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/02/hippopotamus.html' title='THE HIPPOPOTAMUS'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114050817934082442</id><published>2006-02-21T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:35:24.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A$$***e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/better%20one.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/better%20one.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/pink%20pervert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/pink%20pervert.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I feel really bad for these people!! Must be living a really lonely life... And after seeing these pics I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends for dinner the other day. And trust my luck to bump into these psychos and perverts wherever I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this loser sticking his tongue out in almost all the photos that we took!! Disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114050817934082442?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114050817934082442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114050817934082442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114050817934082442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114050817934082442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/02/ae.html' title='A$$***e'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-114028821134745910</id><published>2006-02-18T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:20:45.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The frustrated, love deprived Shiv Sainiks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh finally the Shiv Sainiks learnt a lesson!! I was so angry when I read how they molested women and beat up people in Nalasopara for celebrating Valentines Day. And now that the Nalasopara people have actually decided to go ahead and hold the party once again to challenge the Shiv Sainiks, I always giggle at the thought of how those foolish Shiv Sainiks must be feeling so powerless!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serves them right!! They all deserved to be thrown into the jail, but that obviously didn't happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now, when the Sainiks were asked about what they plan to do about the belated Valentine's Day celebrations, the losers were like, " Oh, we have nothing against anyone holding any kind of V Day party on any other day. We are just against the celebrations being held on 14th of Feb."&lt;br /&gt;Ya right!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, these Shiv Sainiks came up with some really innovative and funny ideas this time. In Jharkhand, they announced that couples caught hanging out together on 14th of Feb will be taken to the police and will be asked to exchange marriage vows!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another super cool idea to discourage the youngsters from celebrating this day was that the Shiv Sainiks will take photos of couples out on this day, and send the copy of those pictures to the couples' parents!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe that people have so much free time that they actually sit and brainstorm on how to not let other people go on with their lives and happiness. Disgusting!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-114028821134745910?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/114028821134745910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=114028821134745910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114028821134745910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/114028821134745910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustrated-love-deprived-shiv-sainiks.html' title='The frustrated, love deprived Shiv Sainiks!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113985673051926169</id><published>2006-02-13T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:52:50.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Orb Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This year I went for I-Rock for the first time! And it was all thanks to this music wizard I know. He introduced me to Def Leppard, heavy metal and lately to PsyTrance, Progressive trance and a lot of ChillOut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now the big music geek is gonna have his own show at Rock Bottom on the 26th of Feb. He plays absolutely rocking ChillOut music!!! He's &lt;em&gt;the only&lt;/em&gt; DJ in town who plays this genre of music as the ChillOut scene in Bombay is yet to take-off. But I am sure once you hear him play, you are gonna get completely hooked on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Incase you are still doubtful about his potential, let me tell you this - He's playing along with KinDzaDza (Russia) and Zik aka Matutero (Greece)!! And anyone who is invited to play along with these guys, has to be good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So, I invite all those who visit my blog, to try and make it for the 'Blue Orb Nite' (i jus made up that name... its not the official name for the evening) as the budding DJ can do with as much encouragemant and support as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BlueOrb @ chillout room : 5:00-10:00 pm. 26th Feb. Rock Bottom (Juhu).&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/20174637-113985673051926169?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113985673051926169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113985673051926169&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113985673051926169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113985673051926169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/02/blue-orb-nite.html' title='The Blue Orb Nite'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113880569152873285</id><published>2006-02-01T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:24:51.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silly girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/friendship%202005.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/friendship%202005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh!!! The first month of this year is over already!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway... met an old hostel friend in the bus yesterday... some girl I have not been in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is... whenever I meet some old friend, the first thing that they usually ask is "So?? U have a boyfriend??" And if is say no... the next question that follows is..."why???" This particular friend's next question was... "Do you like someone??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Duhhhhh!! Ofcourse I like someone. Everyone likes some one or the other!! (Atleat anyone who is not suffering from depression or some other wierd psychological disorder.) What is there to ask in that? I like a lot of guys!! Some that have good looks, few that seem to be intelligent, some who are humorous, and some who refuse to acknowledge my existence (and i usually end up falling for these types! sigh.. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It makes sense if a college friend asks me about my boyfriend. Cos then atleast you have lot of common friends, and if I take some guy's name, its quite probable that she may know him. So then it makes sense discussing your love life with her. but why would some long lost friend who has no idea about what kind of people I hang out with, be interested in my boyfriend stories?? Its something I fail to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the worse is if they start talking about their boyfriends!!! I am sorry but I dont want to know anything about how lovely he is, if I dont know who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girls naa... can be so silly sometimes!! I hope I am not as silly as them. Actually I know I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S - In case you did not realise, I am talking only about girls here. Boys and their curiosity about how my 'boyfriend' is doing is understandable. Infact, their concern in these matters is pretty amusing. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113880569152873285?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113880569152873285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113880569152873285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113880569152873285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113880569152873285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/02/silly-girls.html' title='Silly girls!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113860613395656745</id><published>2006-01-30T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:35:43.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/Smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/Smile1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Sunday was such a fun day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;To start with I earned 500 bucks in the morning!! I had to work for it though. The work was really tiring and backbreaking. My sis paid me the amount for taking her shoes to the cobbler and to put her traveling bags back in place, they were lying around in our room for more than a weak. Now isn’t this exploitation of labour!! But since I don’t have a lobour union at home the management did not pay any heed to my needs. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the hard earned money was put to good use. Went and did a little bit of actual shopping :-) and a lot of window-shopping :-(!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening I saw a fantastic movie :-)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chronicles of Narnia: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;. The first half of the movie, as far as I am concerned, is flawless. The kids, especially the youngest one (Lucy), are simply adorable!! The movie, at certain places, seems to be a little similar to LOTR, but a lot less complicated. The lion is Gandalf, there is Nazgul, but unlike LOTR, he’s on the good side this time. Then the oldest kid’ character resembles that of Aragon and the Witch can be compared to Sauron. But then... I am obsessed with LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the theatre was so noisey.. there were just too many disturbances. Firstly, there were these 2 huge mountains in front of me, blocking my view. And as if that wasn’t enough, the two mountains kept talking to each other!! damn annoying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Then the guys sitting next to us kept passing smart comments… but they were funny! So I didn’t really mind them so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;And the third disturbance, which for a change was very pleasant one… was from a year or two old baby who I think was in a very happy mood.He kept singing loudly in his baby lingo! So he/she was giving the movie nice background music! By the interval I think the baby had gone to sleep.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;And the best part was... in the afternoon i got really bugged with sis over something. And to my pleasant surprise she said sorry!!!!! I couldn't believe my ears!! She was like... "listen.. dont be angry. I am sorry." Hehehehehe..... that was the best part of the day! I dont get to see her apologise to me very often. usually its the other way round. :-) But you know... when I didn't reply... she tells me, " look I am sorry... now wake me up in half an hour with tea!!" And I thought to myself... "hmmm.... thank god she's back to being her normal self again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So basically... Sunday came... fun came! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113860613395656745?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113860613395656745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113860613395656745&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113860613395656745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113860613395656745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-came.html' title='Fun came'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113679145301725105</id><published>2006-01-09T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:21:47.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOTR Favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/ring.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/ring.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;favourite lotr poem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;A light from the shadows shall spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The crownless again shall be king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"The fire's very cosy here, and the food's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; good, and there are elves whenever you want them. What more could one want?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Bilbo Baggins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even i know of this place where the fire's very cosy and the  food's very good... but it doesnt have any elves!! or may be it does... jus never seen them around.  sometimes i think that may be mom is an elf... but then... when she loses her temper.. i know for sure that that cant be!! or may be.. she's an elf whose allowed to lose temper as often as she wants.. heheheh...)&lt;/span&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/20174637-113679145301725105?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113679145301725105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113679145301725105&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113679145301725105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113679145301725105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/01/lotr-favourites.html' title='LOTR Favourites'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113657465872299594</id><published>2006-01-06T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:25:04.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;things that scare me the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;earthquakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;standing at the divider waiting to cross the road. what if some one pushes me... or i get pushed by mistake!!?? i'll fall straight in front of a BEST!! (u think i am a paranoid??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going down the stairs at railway stations (dadar station especially)... especially during monsoons... there is nothing to hold on to!! what if i slip??... i ll get a fracture myself n hurt some 10 other people too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life without friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;God!! i am scared of god... !! He never tells us what he's thinking... what if theres a misunderstanding??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;things that irritate me the most... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunties who come up with brilliant ideas on how to spend vacations... "beta.. why dont u take up the bakery course" !! atleast they should not say these things in front of my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forcing me to dance!! if i want to dance... i will dance.. theres no need to pull me in the crowd n say.. ok.. start dancing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dirty cabs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people who order me around!! its not good for my ego!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dads friends.... i cant stand them!! they are the biggest hypocrates i have ever come across!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;thing i love... (top 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flowers!! (guys... are u listening??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giraffes... they look like nice animals... feel like giving them a hug!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls night out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;food... eating... favorite meal of the day - breakfast, lunch, n dinner n ya... tea time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;smell of  smoke... smoke from burning dried leaves &amp;amp; garbage, cigarettes (no.. i dont smoke), burnt chapatis and i even like it when my hair smell of smoke.. after i hang out with friends who smoke!!  ok... no need to tell me i am wierd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113657465872299594?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113657465872299594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113657465872299594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113657465872299594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113657465872299594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-scare-me-most.html' title=''/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113639749327963606</id><published>2006-01-04T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:31:44.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/003%201-17%20Pigeon%20Statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/003%201-17%20Pigeon%20Statue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"some days you are the pigeon; some days you are the statue" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;                                 I think i have a tendency to be the statue most of the time!!! n how i hate that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113639749327963606?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113639749327963606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113639749327963606&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113639749327963606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113639749327963606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-days-you-are-pigeon-some-days-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113618946351201259</id><published>2006-01-02T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:27:20.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!!! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC310540.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/PC310540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;hey guys....happy new year!!!:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2005 was great fun.... n i hope n pray that 2006 is even better for all of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;anyway... on the eve of new years.... my house was literally upside down!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;we were getting ready to go out for new years celebarations... i ll tell you who were 'we' n exactly how did the 'we ' get ready!!! read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i with my 2 friends (thats us in the pic above), sis, n her 2 friends... started getting ready for the evening at around 8 pm. well... there were 6 of us... n one small mirror!!!! but we did manage to look absolutely spectacular with the only mirror!! we sang and listened to blaring music (like 'its raining men'... ;-) ) and shared almost everything from the 'one small  mirror' to clothes, make up, perfumes, safety-pins, accesories... the list is endless!! in the midst of all this.... the look on my dad's face was worth a million bucks!!! hehehe.... he looked so lost..n clueless about what was going on... he just decided to sit down with a news paper and not bother with his crazy daughters n their cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;azier friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC310551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/PC310551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;in the adjoining room... was my brother n 2 cousins!! whoever thought that girls take time to dres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;s up should have seen them!! they fussed over thier hair for hours.... applying gel.. trying hard to get spikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; n look cool. hehehe... well i cant deny that they did manage to look good for a change!! but their room was stinknig!!!!! the fools..... finally decided to change their socks... gosh... how can they be so gross!! (thats them in the pic here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and the next room was taken by my recently married cousin and his wife... (remember the delhi wedding i mentioned in one of my earlier posts?) anyway... they got the full length big mirror... n how we girls envied them for that!!! well.. they were only 2.. we were 6!! we needed it more!! life is so unfair!! ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;by the ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC310563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/PC310563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;me we left... (thats some of our friends in the pic... before leaving home).. which was around half past 10... my folks were completley exhausted... with the noise n chaos in their usually peaceful home.... but still... they smiled n waved us all good bye.... hoping for some peace atlast!!!&lt;br /&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/20174637-113618946351201259?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113618946351201259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113618946351201259&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113618946351201259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113618946351201259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!!! :-)'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113586321039110820</id><published>2005-12-29T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:38:00.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me n sis!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/PC280520.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/PC280520.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Guys.... isnt this pic of mine really cooooool!!!!!!!! infact.. dont you see some resemblance with ash?? hahaha.... ok ok.... no need to roll your eyes!!! i m jus kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway..this is wat i n my sis wer upto last nite!! at around two... we decided to try some new things with our brand new digital camera!!! n so... that was the start of this big time photo session...with lights off... she managed to take this pic... n shes so proud of it!! i too tried to take a photo like this of hers... but am still not as good as her at using the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/P1010013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/200/P1010013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;thats my sis here in the pic!!!! She is the original cool chic... (i m writing such nice things bout her cos she never visits my blog... so i m pretty sure she 'll never see this!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sis... i hate to admit this... but ya.. i love u a lot... almost as much as i love myself!! n trust me... thats really a lot!! n no.... i m not sayin this cos i need some money... although i don mind tryin on that new red dress of yours!!! hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113586321039110820?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113586321039110820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113586321039110820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113586321039110820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113586321039110820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-n-sis.html' title='Me n sis!!!!!'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113578432074948842</id><published>2005-12-28T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:08:40.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If You are there... n if You control everything... n if there is really something called destiny... then if we do something bad... it cant really be  a sin as such... cos You saw us doing it... You could hv stopped us from it... also... may be it was destiny... i was destined to do something bad... and anyway... it is said that, watever happens, happens for the best... so that means watever bad i hv done... it's actually something good!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the other thought that crossed my mind was... that if I hurt someone... it may be becos he must hv done something bad at some point of time... n You chose me to punish him!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So Dearest God... don think i m jus defending my bad behaviour... i m jus asking You to play fair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113578432074948842?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113578432074948842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113578432074948842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113578432074948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113578432074948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-god.html' title='Dear God...'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113559409344480647</id><published>2005-12-26T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:50:39.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>marriage - is it really so important??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/1600/The%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3701/2016/320/The%20couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended a punjabi wedding recently, the groom's family is a close family friend of ours. the bride looked absolutely spectacular!!&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was great fun... however, i couldnt help but wonder why do people attach so much importance to marriages??&lt;br /&gt;i think that a live-in relationship is so much better n convenient!!! why do we have to take marriage vows... promise each other that we'll spend the rest of our lives together.. be there for each other in both good times and bad...etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;i mean...dont we do that for people who we love and care about anyway???&lt;br /&gt;and whats even worse is that people (including my folks) expect you to get married when you are in your 20s!!!!! infact 25 is considered a late marriage age for girls by many!! well... i am 21 right now... by the time i finish my post grad... i ll be 23... then i start working and the next 4-5 years are spent in building your career... and then... when i am financially well off... i would spend another year or half travelling, holidaying, partying, working, and in doing a lot of other things that i cant right now..(cos i dont have the money!!) infact..this is the time when you are financially independant, old enough to live on your own, pamper yourself with your hard-earned pay, invest in shares etc. how can anybody even think of getting married and taking some more responsibilities which one can do so well without!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... i could go on and on... but now i am tired of typing... and i think i am a little hungry too... so i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;please post your comments and let me know bout wat you guys think... ciao... cya soon!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113559409344480647?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113559409344480647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113559409344480647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113559409344480647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113559409344480647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2005/12/marriage-is-it-really-so-important.html' title='marriage - is it really so important??'/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174637.post-113553564868281353</id><published>2005-12-26T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:04:08.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/9166/640/Picture%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/9166/320/Picture%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me... pretending to look outside the window!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174637-113553564868281353?l=tirbha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/feeds/113553564868281353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174637&amp;postID=113553564868281353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113553564868281353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174637/posts/default/113553564868281353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tirbha.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bharti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkOFuz-ybos/TAIfCE6tPZI/AAAAAAAAApw/y20DG9h5RZg/S220/08052010(007).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
