<?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-8265066228773663297</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:21:00.940-07:00</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>as days pass by.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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type='html'>The trip was amazing,made very good friends by sharing,hurting,caring and little bitching..lol..It was a lifetime experience especially the snowfall was the cherry on our lovely cake..loved the IEEE members for their arrangements..adhitya,cavill,shreyans,hrishikesh,pranav,vedant..u people rock n ya shruti is a real sweetheart..she was just so damn caring and all..Also my darling apeksha,swetha and pranali..u people made the trip unforgettable..also i forgot to mention swati,snehal,shruti,archu,swaroop and also cinjal, and also all the guys of my class.The trip was a pure bliss!!but i really missed some people.. ;).so the song down there is to all d girls of my class who sung it with all the enthusiasm and to the ones i missed...love u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Deprived!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPRIVED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/StliVHcE4RI/AAAAAAAAABg/JJ7HgkK6Kx4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/StliVHcE4RI/AAAAAAAAABg/JJ7HgkK6Kx4/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450143666462994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;deprived of hope&lt;br /&gt;crying out loud&lt;br /&gt;absence of rope&lt;br /&gt;which may lift&lt;br /&gt;me through my rifts&lt;br /&gt;leaving people behind&lt;br /&gt;who have turned blind&lt;br /&gt;as greed as taken over&lt;br /&gt;and I know that love is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption and selfishness prevails&lt;br /&gt;but my hope avails&lt;br /&gt;that happiness will someday&lt;br /&gt;spread their way&lt;br /&gt;to us who have to learn&lt;br /&gt;because we want to yearn&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;which comes from a mile&lt;br /&gt;and is not so often&lt;br /&gt;but it is not the case then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hunger that is wild&lt;br /&gt;inside mind of a child&lt;br /&gt;I hope your heart may&lt;br /&gt;listen to what i say!!!&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/8265066228773663297-7902847550271534688?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/7902847550271534688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/StliVHcE4RI/AAAAAAAAABg/JJ7HgkK6Kx4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-4656499585044070438</id><published>2009-09-25T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:34:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIRMAAN '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know i am too late for this but had no other option.You may call me lazy or i am just like one of you..Actually just after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nirmaan&lt;/span&gt; my pct presentation was on the cards,also to top it all incomplete journals,weekly tests contributed to the sheer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;,would&lt;/span&gt; also write about my pct presentation as it was another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; ride.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nirmaan&lt;/span&gt;,it was really a mind blowing experience.I made new friends just to mention few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shruti&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saniel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rishikesh&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cavill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pranav&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;preeti&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;neelam&lt;/span&gt;, harsh,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prashant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shreyans&lt;/span&gt; ... and the list goes on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shreyans&lt;/span&gt; was a friend always but in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nirmaan&lt;/span&gt; i got on his nerve...since i used to ask each and every silly questions to him...not for the sake of irritating him but just i thought he may be knowing about it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;My event was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;robo&lt;/span&gt;-race!!!I had loads of fun in doing it..From stealing wooden planks from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;spce&lt;/span&gt; terrace or just stealing some of the nails,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fevicol&lt;/span&gt; of contraption team...lol...Anna gave me a new name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mawallii&lt;/span&gt;..I know i inherit all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;qualities&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mawalli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i am too loud and dominating or maybe too bossy...But to get things done today u have to be on people's head and brains.In my event team all girls were there,also all the three were the quiet ones viz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pankti&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pranali&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;chitra&lt;/span&gt;..Hence it was me who always used to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;cavill&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;saniel&lt;/span&gt; for the room..But after several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;unsuccessful&lt;/span&gt; attempts they finally gave us a room..Anna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;shruti&lt;/span&gt; were sweethearts..very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; and cool and always used to help u in all respects whether in approving the event or just encourage us by their support...this also goes to prashant who fetched me the batteries on our D-day..also rishikesh,saniel helped us getting the keys for our room..Also got to make new friends during our stay overs after college like preeti,neelam,harsh panchal,namita,parag and many others from electronics....&lt;br /&gt;During our event day we got a huge response....We also kept it on unofficial day!!! It was damn fun and it was worth the efforts!!It was fun to see people racing out their robots freakingly to win...Our BE's were the major participants including gurtej,rohan,ruchika,taha,anand,nupur,etc.. It was really a nice experience and i will never forget it.&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/8265066228773663297-4656499585044070438?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/4656499585044070438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/09/nirmaan-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/4656499585044070438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/4656499585044070438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/09/nirmaan-09.html' title='NIRMAAN &apos;09'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-2593535849439878306</id><published>2009-09-02T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:02:45.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>INSOMNIA!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sp6hWvqaU9I/AAAAAAAAABY/kEGpEbYzAhw/s1600-h/CAK5UV0P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sp6hWvqaU9I/AAAAAAAAABY/kEGpEbYzAhw/s320/CAK5UV0P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376912417250497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSOMNIA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down with stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a distress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loneliness creeping over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its insomnia forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dissatisfied feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cracked ceilings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water dropping drop by drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its insomnia which tops the top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wretched knee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unable to flee from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the  desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its insomnia that has crept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anger and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is piling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days are not passing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but insomnia is still residing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey people..i wrote this poem was written in keeping in mind all the grandparents all over this world who are just still waiting that there dreams may come true one day..they are still waiting that someday they would be able to meet their loved ones who may have got separated from them due to some unfortunate reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:actually my writing skills is kind of amateurish so sorry for typos in the poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8265066228773663297-2593535849439878306?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/2593535849439878306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-down-with-stress-in-distress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/2593535849439878306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/2593535849439878306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-down-with-stress-in-distress.html' title='INSOMNIA!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sp6hWvqaU9I/AAAAAAAAABY/kEGpEbYzAhw/s72-c/CAK5UV0P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-4484697481153515423</id><published>2009-08-27T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:50:11.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SparJnhC0pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OvabeJc56LA/s1600-h/images%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SparJnhC0pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OvabeJc56LA/s320/images%5B13%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374671387028017810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are far away there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your thoughts are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to accompany my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i am in a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause my heart has gave a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my thoughts are about to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very eagerly letting the whole world know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you are the reason for it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the stars are bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in that twinkling light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my heart begins to ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its merely a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that makes me feel restless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its  you that is missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the reason for my loneliness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey guys this is my first ever own poem..actually i owe this to my professors who encourage us to become poets from engineers...lolzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8265066228773663297-4484697481153515423?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/4484697481153515423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/4484697481153515423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/4484697481153515423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SparJnhC0pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OvabeJc56LA/s72-c/images%5B13%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-923931813497502872</id><published>2009-08-17T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:03:44.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Little lessons of life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gentle Lessons of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A penny saved is obviously the result of a government oversight.&lt;br /&gt;************* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.&lt;br /&gt;                    ********** &lt;br /&gt;The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.(Amen to this one)&lt;br /&gt;                    ********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a new replacement for it.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He who hesitates is probably doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are ' XL.'&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If you think there is some good in everybody, you obviously haven't met 'everybody'. &lt;br /&gt;                    ********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can smile when things go wrong, you must have someone else in mind to blame.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so that he can tell when he's 'really' in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;                    ********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;                    ********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words 'The' and 'IRS' together it spells 'Theirs.'&lt;br /&gt;                     *********&lt;br /&gt;Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.&lt;br /&gt;                      *********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people try to turn back their life's odometers. Not me, I want people to know 'why' I look this way. I've traveled a long, long way and some of the roads weren't paved.&lt;br /&gt;                  ***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;                  ***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.&lt;br /&gt;                   ***********&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;                    **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper.  It's even worse when you forget to pull it down.&lt;br /&gt;                    ***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today, it's called golf&lt;br /&gt;                    *********&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth...AMEN..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE A LITLE ...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a friend forwarded this mail..found it  really cute..hence thought of posting it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-923931813497502872?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/923931813497502872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-lessons-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/923931813497502872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/923931813497502872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-lessons-of-life.html' title='Little lessons of life!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-7472311202598526287</id><published>2009-08-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:04:36.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Birthday Blues!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sof473k_vFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ndY9Gr9-vtc/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370534788077698130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sof473k_vFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ndY9Gr9-vtc/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck 12,my cell was flooded with tons of messages and calls came like a storm..chill guys i dint murder anyone nor something happened to me it was just more than all this it was my B'day..which comes only once a year..sigggghhhh!!!!..lolzzz....I turned a year older too...actually this year my b'day fell on the day of janmashtami.actually wen i was born at dat time too janmashtami was there too @ that time..so actually after 19 years the same day has come...&lt;br /&gt;i know u ppl may think why i am blogging so late..actually i was busy giving treat to my friends and my chaddi-buddies..my poor father hates this day as his bank balance comes down this day and my friends love this day as this day helps them to put on more calories..i knw u all r gonna kill me for this..but actually my friends are always on so-called diet hence this is the day i enjoy sheepishly as they munch some of the oily stuff into their mouth adding a few kilos..lolzz..also my sweet friends had also endowed me with their beautiful gifts..love u all (only for ur gifts)..lolzz... i completed my 19..and yaa teen has come to an end with this..Being in the 20's this thought only makes me go on spree actually one side of me says that now i have becoome big n all..But there also avails disappointment within me..that i no longer can behave like a bacchha since i am the youngest in my family i am used to lots of masti n all which includes dancing on the sofa,doing karate fights wid my bro etc...i know it sounds wierd..but now i cant coz as i start my this very danceform wid my bro my mom starts taunting me..that i hav grown up such things r not for me now..i know above things may sound a rigmarole to u but i cant help it i wanted to vent my felings with u ppl..Also i had taken a vow that i would correct all the vices within me..hope u all will help me in this by letting me know my mistakes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-7472311202598526287?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/7472311202598526287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-blues.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/7472311202598526287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/7472311202598526287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues!!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/Sof473k_vFI/AAAAAAAAABI/ndY9Gr9-vtc/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-8248774563071574914</id><published>2009-08-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:10:17.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Yet another melodrama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INSTALLING HUSBAND‏ A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5..0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and House cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system..&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5..3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Signed, ______ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________&lt;br /&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEAR Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband1..0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5..&lt;br /&gt;However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1. Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Luck Madam! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a really hillarious email that arrived in my inbox..found it quite amazing and thought of posting it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-8248774563071574914?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/8248774563071574914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/installing-husband-woman-writes-to-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8248774563071574914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8248774563071574914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/installing-husband-woman-writes-to-it.html' title='Yet another melodrama!!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-3588277334093782962</id><published>2009-08-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:49:50.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Happiieee Friendship day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Friends are an integral part of one's own life...each one of us at some point of time have experienced this relation in some way or the other..Thats the reason we celebrate every first sunday of August is celebrated as "Friendship Day".. From the highest authority to the lowest bums living on the streets all of them have experienced in some way or the other one of these different kinds of friendships. We take this friendship for granted because it exists naturally in society and most of us never really have to actually go out into the world looking for a friend..we have many types of friends some are best friends,good friends,some are just acquaintances...some have online friends and so on...I actually have many really good friends in my life so i have taken an opportunity to mention them here just to make them ralise how important they are..so my friends here i am thanking all of u for being a great support in my life...&lt;br /&gt;Sweta:I have known her since 3.5 years and shes the one in this whole little planet who knows all my deepest secrets...shes the most sweetest person i have met and i am really thankful dat i have got her as a friend..as she will always be on my side in any of my difficult situations and willl always assure me dat i am always der for u..really love u shweeto... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shobhit:he is my greatest support and the one whom i can blindly trust but i dnt..lolzz..he is always ready for me whenever i need him in my hour of need and always atones by my side even if i may b wrong..hes a very responsible and very matured man..just b d way u r sweetie..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abha:I have never seen a strong gal like her before ..she can deal any situation with a gr8 confidence and i love her attitude towards the people who are jealous of her..i know her since 3 yrs down the line and shes the one who wud really thrash those people who say anything abt me..both of us have done many mischievious things 2gether..love u babes just b d way u r....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaman:I know u wud b disappointed that u r at the 4th position..but actly all four of u are at the top position..hes a guy have known since 4 years..a damn understanding and caring person i ahve ever met..a damn cool guy..and the one who has always helped me and always been there when i wanted a friend..u rock dude..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niharika:A total crazy gal and my chat partner..ya we actly talk for hours on the phone inspite of being in the same college..we had created many imaginary characters such as d pooh,john,c.c...etc the list is never ending...a cute gal and the one who always points out my mistake..u rock gal..our friendship rocks..there are also some more of my cute friends...who have touched my life in one way or the other..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kinjal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chitra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cinjal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;namita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;niyati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;forum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;snehal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;prajakta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jalpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mihir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anupama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;moonmoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;namita surve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rachana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shreyas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rohan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pratik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mrugank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;swati &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;swaroop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;snehal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vikas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kaushal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kshitij&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aniket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;amol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;binal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nikita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deepa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dhara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anuja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dhwani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gauri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;harshal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;makran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kuber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;priyanka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rajat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rutuja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vishal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;snehal s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanx a lot friends....for being there for me..sowwiiee if i had forgotten any of you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8265066228773663297-3588277334093782962?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/3588277334093782962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiieee-friendship-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/3588277334093782962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/3588277334093782962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiieee-friendship-day.html' title='Happiieee Friendship day!!!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-5672521459118568941</id><published>2009-06-18T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:34:26.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Watch out guys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey guys here are some lines which you people can use to woo the girls around you!!&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that has always kept men wondering about women, it has to be figuring out what they love to hear? Most men would agree that when it comes to compliments and sweet nothings, women can never have enough of it. The more they get, the more they want! So, all that you need to do to impress her is – simply tell her all that she already knows. Yes! Strange but true – whether you are in a committed relationship or worried about her losing interest in you or are an amateur wanting to take your relationship to the next level, here's a complete guide to help you learn exactly what she wants to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You look gorgeous!’&lt;br /&gt;‘You are the first woman in my life’&lt;br /&gt;‘You are great in bed’&lt;br /&gt;‘You’ll make a great mother’&lt;br /&gt;‘Will you spend your life with me?’&lt;br /&gt;‘What do you think about ………….?’&lt;br /&gt;‘You are my dearest pal’&lt;br /&gt;‘I am lucky to have you’&lt;br /&gt;‘You know what’s on my mind’&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now a very eager me tried to put all the above to test. Here’s what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Me: You look gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;She: Of course I look gorgeous. But you still have to do the dishes tonight&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are the first woman in my life&lt;br /&gt;She: And let me assure you, I’ll be the last as well.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are great in bed&lt;br /&gt;She: And you are great at the sink&lt;br /&gt;Me: You’ll make a great mother&lt;br /&gt;She: I am a great mother - and hurry up with the dishes please&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you spend your life with me?&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you think you have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you think about my new shirt?&lt;br /&gt;She: Fantastic - now don’t soil it when you are doing the dishes&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are my dearest pal&lt;br /&gt;She: And you are my dearest dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am lucky to have you&lt;br /&gt;She: Same here - how would I manage those dirty dishes without you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know what’s on my mind&lt;br /&gt;She: No, we haven’t run out of dish detergents yet. I have an extra box stacked away&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;She: I love you too. Let’s get back to work…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its really hillarious but true!!!!!;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-5672521459118568941?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/5672521459118568941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-out-guys.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/5672521459118568941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/5672521459118568941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-out-guys.html' title='Watch out guys..'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-341251435539061735</id><published>2009-06-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:35:11.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Frustrated....</title><content type='html'>I don't know why people r so selfish...i don't deny the fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; i am too..but i never do things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; intentionally..i mean the first year in S.P.I.T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; really shown the true faces of people...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sweta&lt;/span&gt; r &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to kill me for this....but sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt; i can't take this anymore....people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; an insatiable desire to bitch about anyone and i don't know what kind of great pleasure they derive from it...People will be so soft spoken to you and will always pretend to show that they r d ones who loves u and care for you more than anyone in this world but they will still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;back stab&lt;/span&gt; you..i don't care if any1 says any crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;me and i know that there are many who dislike me or hate me,( but u r sore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt; man!! if u have anything against tell it on my face man!! don't always pretend )I really don't need u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;..i have many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; by my side so u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOSERS&lt;/span&gt; just F**k OFF from my life and enjoy you&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; F**king own life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope the ones described above will read this and will leave me alone....i hope so!!!:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-341251435539061735?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/341251435539061735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/341251435539061735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/341251435539061735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated....'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-8718409376032349551</id><published>2009-06-17T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:34:26.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>I CAN'T REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a line to say I'm living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I'm not among the dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I'm getting more forgetful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mixed up in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got used to my arthritis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my dentures I'm resigned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can manage my bifocals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but God, I miss my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For sometimes I can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I stand at the foot of the stairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I must go up for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or have I just come down from there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And before the fridge so often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my poor mind is filled with doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I just put food away, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have I come to take some out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's a time when it is dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my nightcap on my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I'm retiring, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just getting out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if it's my turn to write you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no need for getting sore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may think I have written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and don't want to be a bore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, remember that I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wish that you were near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now it's nearly mail time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I must say goodbye, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There I stand beside the mail box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a face so very red,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of mailing you my letterI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opened it instead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;came across this while surfing the net its really hillarious...&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/8265066228773663297-8718409376032349551?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/8718409376032349551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8718409376032349551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8718409376032349551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-remember.html' title='I CAN&apos;T REMEMBER'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-1148479085645575076</id><published>2009-06-17T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:53:15.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>A REVIEW OF MY FAV.BOOK-"THE MONK WHO SOLD THE FERRARI"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The monk who sold his Ferrari” is a tale, which provides an approach to living a simple life with greater balance, strength, courage and abundance of joy. The fable format is a refreshing change from the tiresome listing of all the good things we could do for ourselves but do not. It makes the message being conveyed linger in our minds. Although most of the principles dealt with can be found in countless other books on self-help and spirituality, there is a difference in the way of Sharma has put things together.&lt;br /&gt;This well crafted story by Robin S Sharma is the tale of Julian Mantle, a lawyer brought face to face with a spiritual crisis. Julian’s spark of life begins to flicker. He embarks on a life-changing odyssey and discovers the ancient culture of India. During this journey he learns the value time as the most important commodity and how to cherish relationships, develop joyful thoughts and live fully, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;The eleven chapters are meticulously planned and flow seamlessly from one to the next. Julian Mantle, a very successful lawyer was the epitome of success. He had achieved everything most of us could ever want: professional success with an seven figure income, a grand mansion in a neighborhood inhabited by celebrities, a private jet, a summer home on a tropical island and his prized possession a shiny red Ferrari parked in the center of his driveway. Suddenly he has to come terms with the unexpected effects of his unbalanced lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;John, who is a friend as well as co-worker of Julian, narrates the story. He begins by describing Julian’s flamboyant lifestyle, his exaggerated courtroom theatrics, which regularly made the front pages of newspapers and his late night visits to the city’s finest restaurants with sexy young models.Julian Mantle, the great lawyer collapses in the courtroom, sweating and shivering. His obsession with work has caused this heart attack. The last few years Julian had worked day and night without caring about his mental and physical health. That helped him become a very rich and successful lawyer but took a toll on his health and mental state. At fifty-three he looked seventy and had lost his sense of humor. Julian refused to meet any of his friends and colleagues at the hospital. One fine day he quit his law firm and took off without saying where he was headed.&lt;br /&gt;Three years passed without any news from Julian. One day he paid a visit to his friend and former colleague John, who was now a cynical older lawyer. But Julian, in the past three years, had been miraculously transformed into a healthy man with physical vitality and spiritual strength.&lt;br /&gt;Following his heart attack Julian Mantle had sold all his property (Yes, his Ferrari too) and left for India. The author tells us about Julian’s Indian odyssey, how he met the sages of Sivana who had a life changing effect on him. Julian Mantle shares his story of transformation, his secrets of a happy and fulfilling life with his friend John. Julian describes Sivana- a small place located in the Himalayas, the land of rose covered huts, placid blue waters with white lotuses floating, youth and vitality, beautiful glowing faces, fresh and exotic fruits. He tells John about the sages of Sivana who knew all secrets of how to live life happily and how to fulfill one’s dreams and reach one’s destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Julian relates his experiences with yogi Raman the leader of the sages of Sivana and the person who taught Julian his secrets of a happy and fulfilling life. He narrates to John the fable that contained the seven virtues for a life abundant with inner peace, joy and a wealth of spiritual gifts. He tells John the techniques that he learned from yogi Raman on how to master our minds with simple techniques like “the heart of rose technique” and “the secret of lake technique”. He tells John how to cultivate the mind and how to use setbacks for expanding knowledge of the self.&lt;br /&gt;He talks about setting and following our own purpose and teaches John the ancient art of self-leadership with techniques such as “do the things you fear” and “the 5 step method for attaining goals”. He waxes eloquent about the value of self-discipline and respect for time. He describes techniques such as “the ancient rule of 20” and “the vow of silence”. He teaches how to focus on the priorities and thereby maintain a balance and simplify life. He gives examples that prove that willpower is the essential virtue of a fully actualized life.&lt;br /&gt;Julian teaches John the virtue of selflessness in serving others. He asks John to embrace the present and live in the present - “Now”, never to sacrifice happiness for achievements and to savor the journey of life and live each day as his last one. At the end he asks John to spread these secrets for the benefit of other people. Embracing John like the brother he never had, Julian leaves.&lt;br /&gt;For the reader who might be in the rat race for material success and money, this book might be food for thought. But the message is a trifle too clichéd and the lectures too pedantic for the reader who is more or less conversant with the principles and insights garnered by Julian Mantle from the sages of Sivana. The presentation in the form of a story redeems the book to some extent. The book might perhaps be more satisfactory for readers who are unfamiliar with and hungry for oriental wisdom. All in all, a book of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (this book is a must read i just loved this book..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-1148479085645575076?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/1148479085645575076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-of-my-favbook-monk-who-sold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/1148479085645575076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/1148479085645575076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-of-my-favbook-monk-who-sold.html' title='A REVIEW OF MY FAV.BOOK-&quot;THE MONK WHO SOLD THE FERRARI&quot;'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-7154024236772078620</id><published>2009-06-15T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:33:19.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to all my friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjZNgecuOOI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0u0x0AS7to/s1600-h/images[16].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546827873728738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjZNgecuOOI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0u0x0AS7to/s320/images%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;by Dawn Nissen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, it's all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oiceless communication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always knowing exactly what to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never actually having to say it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When no one seems to be listening,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I hurt but don't show it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I turn away to hide my tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel like I can't get through to anyone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes glow just for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know you're proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You flash your magical, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;healing smile my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know everything will be all right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know everything there is to know about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what worries me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what keeps me up at night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what shames me so badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I can't share it with anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most importantly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;though,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;none of those things bother you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've restored my faith in people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and proved that there is a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;called true friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-7154024236772078620?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/7154024236772078620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-all-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/7154024236772078620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/7154024236772078620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-all-my-friends.html' title='Dedicated to all my friends!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjZNgecuOOI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0u0x0AS7to/s72-c/images%5B16%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-3259934034673723120</id><published>2009-06-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:33:19.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>FRIENDS...</title><content type='html'>Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-3259934034673723120?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/3259934034673723120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/3259934034673723120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/3259934034673723120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='FRIENDS...'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-8795144394931922557</id><published>2009-06-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:35:11.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>CET RESULTS!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CET&lt;/span&gt; RESULTS R OUT!!!dis day reminded me of my days wen my results came out..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;!! all d hustle-bustle ,relatives calling u 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; score as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; r more interested in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; score and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; flood u with all sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suggestions&lt;/span&gt; as to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; do...which field to go??which college is d best..blahhblahhh..u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;know this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; d sheer potential of being counsellors the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;giv&lt;/span&gt; u info &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the geographical locations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; d population which exists around d institute which u desire to get in,...they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; really tense u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wid&lt;/span&gt; all sort of rumours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; continue to bug u even if u r least interested!!I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; each one of us has gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; it....I still remember wen i was still sleeping till 9in d morning lost in the world of my dreams wen my cell phone started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; out loud.it was the call from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bestesttttt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;frnd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SWETA&lt;/span&gt; as  shes the one who was the first to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cet&lt;/span&gt; results r out and "u lazy bird just check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; score idiot"...it was really astounding for me..my parents gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;as to&lt;/span&gt; say they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; expected me to b so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;careless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; my results..so as i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;...my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;NAMITA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; me the real news &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; "hey u got 183" i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; a real bad score wen u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt; aiming 4 a coll like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;VJTI&lt;/span&gt; but i was kind of happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; i may get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;SARDAR&lt;/span&gt; PATEL INST. OF TECH. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; too!!!!)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;lolzzz&lt;/span&gt;..however i verified my score by myself too as being a human being..u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; no trust on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and i was hoping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; may b my score &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; b a little more high ans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;NAMITA&lt;/span&gt; might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; typed a wrong seat no(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sorrry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;!!)..(i know it sounds little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;maniacgiri&lt;/span&gt; but cant help it human nature)..but to my vain my score was still d same...and ya as every ending  is a happy ending i really got into SARDAR PATEL INST. OF TECH. and i am really very happy wid it as i just love my institute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-8795144394931922557?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/8795144394931922557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/cet-results.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8795144394931922557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/8795144394931922557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/cet-results.html' title='CET RESULTS!!!!'/><author><name>pratibha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15977660102487360196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qc6Ovdq967k/SjFC41dvwzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wA4yPCAWkPc/S220/images%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265066228773663297.post-414903599315559614</id><published>2009-06-12T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:35:11.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>END OF FIRST YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heya ppl out der hiiii...if any whos interested in my silly blogs....just feelin on the top of d world as the first year of engg. has ended ready to become a senior...so dat v can also do some gundagirilike our seniors did i wud like to share my experiences from d very first day of our college....so just watch out for my next blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-414903599315559614?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/414903599315559614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-first-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/414903599315559614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/414903599315559614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-first-year.html' 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back wid some interesting posts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265066228773663297-1802973838359196994?l=followme-pratibha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/feeds/1802973838359196994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/1802973838359196994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265066228773663297/posts/default/1802973838359196994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followme-pratibha.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-started.html' title='Getting 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